★I've decided that even though I don't have time to do it myself, I really love National Blog Posting Month, which is, for those of you not all-consumed by the intranets, is this month. I don't do it because I don't enjoy setting myself up for failure. Because honestly, I'm distracted by something shiny every, oh, five seconds or so. I'd never make it. But during NaBloPoMo, all my friends who are usually too busy to blog regularly do so for the whole month! It's like getting a glut of your favorite TV show. It's fun.

★Nolan signed me up to make cornbread dressing (stuffing?) for 40 people to take to our church Thanksgiving dinner. Do I get to go? No. Is Nolan going to go? No. But I'm still making the crap ton of stuffing. I can't even conceive of the amounts of ingredients for that. There's math in my future. Ugh. I'm not upset, though. Not about the signing up, or the making of the dish, or even the fact that I'm not getting to eat it. I'm upset about the math. Math makes me grouchy.

★Ethan just spent ten minutes trying to convince me that those yogurts that have Oreos or M&M's packaged with them to sprinkle on top are low fat and healthy for you. Seriously, kid. This is not my first rodeo. And: Ew, cough, gag and splutter.

★Tomorrow I have too much to do. A jam-packed full day. It's full of all good things, but there's not going to be time to breathe. I've become rather accustomed to breathing, and it bothers me a bit when I'm prohibited.

★Do you know when you do something, and then people really like it? That feeling you get when you get a pat on the back? I've had a dozen of those pats over the past week, for a short story I wrote for an anonymous fest where I still remain anonymous. Every single pat makes me smile. And if I could figure out how to respond anonymously, I would. But I am technologically deficient. It's a good thing I have other talents, for sure. Like making breakfast parfaits. I make a mean parfait.

★Rehearsal. Rehearsal is SO. MUCH. FUN. Rarely have I been with a group of people who are so creative and hard-working and intuitive as these boys. It's a delight and a joy. I've decided I'm going to do a picture a night on instagram. So you can follow the show and my crappy photography skills over there. I'm carriehuckabay on that particular site. Which is my actual name, if you throw in a space, for those of you who don't know.

★Also, and I'm loathe to "announce" it, but here goes: *deep breath* I'm breaking up with Sugar.

*throws self on floor and weeps bitterly*

It isn't Sugar's fault, and it isn't because I don't believe in Sugar's love for me, or even because I'm trying to lose weight (I'm ALWAYS trying to lose weight), or because I read the ebook of Skinny Bitch and secretly liked that the author was cursing at me like some sort of sailor with Tourette's. I'm leaving Sugar because I can trace all of the times I feel like utter and complete crapola to refined Sugar. Quite frankly, I'm sure I'll miss Sugar. I'll have Sugar withdrawals. I'm going to leave 2 a.m. phone calls on Sugar's phone and write Sugar a love Sonnet a day. But Sugar makes me feel like ass, and even if I do love Sugar from the deepest depths of my black little heart and want to have a billion of Sugar's little Sugar Babies, Sugar has to leave.

That metaphor went wrong somewhere. Alas. You have to know when to say when.

★That's all. *points to the icon* Make the right decision.

Cake. No... death. No! Cake.... It really is a difficult choice. As for me, I'm going to go Google 'Crapton of dressing' and see what comes up.

Later.
So remember this post where I did an interview for a hometown magazine?

It came out today.

You can find it if you click here.

In the article, I'm nebulous and chatty, and it may seem like I didn't hold back at all. However, I didn't go into the saga of Frank, my complete digust when it comes to woodland creatures, my fear of a piano, the fact I'm certain that there's a conspiracy involving the bunnies of the world, or all of the weird things my kids say.

I save that for you nice people.

You're welcome.

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!




In the interest of being all scientifical, I entered in a few different samples to the "I write like" website. For my current WIP piece of fluffy fanfiction, I got J.K.Rowling. Well enough, I thought, I am trying to emulate her style, there.

For my novel and three other original short stories, I got David F. Wallace. *points up* I have to admit, I googled him. If the website is going to say I write like the dude, I want to know who he is. His best known novel is a mix of hysterical realism, satire and comedy, so I think that pretty much hits it on the nose for me, generally speaking.

HOWEVER, when I put in the last thing I wrote for church - a piece on the Song of Solomon, Mr. Website spat out Chuck Palahniuk. Chuck Palahniuk, author of 'Fight Club.'

Song of Solomon, Fight Club. Song of Solomon, Fight Club. I thought about it for a looooong time (almost 45 seconds!) and I don't see it. Sorry.

And crap, I talked about Fight Club, so.... *looks around for Brad Pitt*

(That'd be cool, wouldn't it? If you broke rules one and two and he showed up? Like some sort of bruised and battered fairy fightmother.)


And then, for a play I co-wrote a few years ago, about superheroes in mediation and counseling, I got Agatha Christie.

Um.

So, in short, I don't support this site 100%. I'd say I support it 37%.

But it was kinda fun to analyze it all, nonetheless.
★ I worry about myself.

★ I just spent about a good minute trying to remember what those orange vegetables are called... you know, the ones with the green tops that Bugs Bunny eats?

★ *headdesk*

★ When Nolan told AJ that he was 'a couple of cans short of a six pack' this weekend, Aaron lifted his shirt, looked at his tummy and replied, "I don't have a six pack. I don't even have a four pack."

★ I finished plotting out a WIP. That's so very gratifying. Wrote a drabble for [livejournal.com profile] hp_humpdrabbles, and sent new chapter for for editing. I'm ALL accomplished. The writing drought is officially over. Whew. Thank goodness. I was getting a little mopey about it. I'm looking around for an rpg to write for, but can't find any that need whom I'm willing to write. :)

★ I've been sewing the heck out of a strapless, sparkly dress for Kiss of the Spider Woman. I'm thinking about making one for myself (minus the sparkly, spidery vibe) for the cruise I'm going on in February.

★ We're going on a cruise in February! I CAN'T WAIT.

★ I learned that friends are still friends even when we don't talk every day.

★ The scale won't move past thirteen pounds. I'd love to have lost 20 by the time we get on the boat. Lose it! is still my BFF. Counting calories and exercising. Go figure. :P Twenty-two more pounds to go.

★ Bond girls were curvier in the sixties. For that matter, so were women in during the renaissance. When did stick thin become what everyone wanted to be?

★ I learned that friends are still friends even when we don't talk every day.

★ Nolan just pointed out that James Bond must not have had to worry about STD's. He was kind of trampy. (But hot. Er, that's MY observation, not his.)

★ I need a new camera. Like, bad.

★ What do we think of Miss Me jeans? I tried some on and yes, they look great, but a hundred and something bucks is a lot to drop on a pair of pants, you know? And certainly not til I'm in the single digits, size wise.

★ It's distressing to have principles, at times.

★ That's it. My Sunday evening roundup. Do you have any news?
Holy cow. It's September.

It's nearly fall, which makes me super happy. I'm sitting out on the back porch enjoying the cool morning weather with the dogs and a cup of coffee, admiring the roses, crepe myrtle and butterfly bush (that Frank is very nearly obscured by - win), and the lawn that my 10 year-old mowed yesterday.

Everyone should have a 10 year-old to mow for them. It's the best.

So the poetry contest wasn't a hit. But I did have some clever entries!

The winners were [livejournal.com profile] leaper182 , [livejournal.com profile] seegrim amd [livejournal.com profile] mynuet , who'll need to tell me their color preference for their bags. Thanks for the entries, girls. They made me smile. :)

September's contest
: is going to be a the same as one of the month's past. You tell me which pairing you want to write, and I'll give you a prompt! (Or I'll give you both - I don't mind doing some of the work.) Fun times. No word limit, no parameters, low pressure, low stress, and you have 'til I drag myself out of bed on October 1 to reply in a comment to THIS POST.

Winners for September will receive their choice of a GAP or Old Navy gift certificate. Or if you're overseas and want to enter, something equally wonderful. I love Old Navy. I have a billion dresses (not hyperbole) from that store. They also have cute accessories and shoes. So. Comment to get a prompt, write, comment again with the story, and win a pair of pants from a chain store. Good times, right?

Now I'm off to get the house ready for home group and to spend the day cooking. I'm making Almond-Bacon-Cheese-Crostini, anitpasto kababs, peanut butter cookies, chocolate cake truffles, artichoke dip, and a small platter of fruit and veggies. Don't you wish you were coming over tonight?

You're invited, by the way. I do love a drop in. ;)
The last few days have been really relaxing! With the boys gone, Nolan and I have had date night (or date lunch) every day. It's been fantastic, really. We've been to restaurants and so forth, but last night I made homemade white pizzas and he read The Thin Man to me while we shared a bottle of Pinot Noir. It was kinda romantical. :)

September 16 - October 3 will be the production dates for South Pacific. It really has a phenomenally talented cast - when I looked at the list past my own name (selfish, selfish) I was floored by all the talent just in the chorus, not to mention the leads! So if you're going to be in the Amarillo area then, make plans to see it. Rehearsals start Monday, and I'm really excited. It's fun to know I have more to do than just the mundane things that go one here from day to day. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, sewing, painting, writing... Breaks up the monotony, you know?

I'm watching a copy of the movie version of South Pacific that I borrowed from my friend Scott. So far, it only makes me want to go on vacation to somewhere tropical. Like right now. The last time I watched it, I think I lived with deedsk_tx. And that was nearly fifteen years ago. Lord, we're old, D. ;) When did that happen?

And I know it might be silly, but waking up to this made me really, really happy, too.

Pretty banner! )

And next weeks prompt is the best yet. :D

Life's pretty great.
† I am uninspired by the blue strawberry. *frowns* Everything I've started out writing is blerghy. I do like the quote, though. Also, did not get kicked out on the first round. *confetti throw*

† Mosquitoes are from the devil. I've been having a weird reaction to them this year. The bite area gets really red and swollen and hot, and then it hurts for a few days. Also - bug spray is gross.

† Made strawberry balsamic jam, two batches of blueberry peach, and plain peach jam over the past few days. I think I'm done being the pioneer woman, for awhile.

† It's impossible to keep my home clean and orderly with the boys home. They are a whirling tornado of sloppiness that have waaaaay more energy than I do. If I told them to clean up every mess they make, I'd just be cleaning constantly. And yelling all the time... so... School starts in a month. *nods*

† My house is too big. By the time I'm done really giving it a good go, cleaning wise, it's time to start over. No, Nolan, I don't want to move.

† Saw Despicable Me Friday with the kiddos. I laughed a little, I suppose. And little Agnes was cuuuuute ("It's so fluffy, I'm gonna DIE!"), but overall, I'd give it a meh.

† My mom's in Russia right now, and they didn't take their cell phones or laptop, so are unreachable for the next 10 days. It's not like I NEED my mother; I'm 37 years old for crying out loud, but knowing I can't talk to her is irritating. She and Tom are taking a cruise down a river in Russia, though. Sounds cool, right?

And now, for your reading pleasure, here's a story in which I humiliate both myself and a fourteen year-old boy simultaneously. *curtsies*

Get a coke. This one is sort of long. )
I've been feeling icky today. It's my own fault, as I've not been taking my medicine regularly since last week (never fear, I got the script refilled yesterday, so all will be well in a few days). Anyway, we didn't go anywhere today because of me feeling like death on a cracker.

The boys and I were on the front porch, watching a storm roll in through the sunset (a pretty impressive piece of God's handiwork, for sure) and Ethan leans into me.

Ethan. Do you still feel yucky?

Me. Yeah. Thanks for asking.

Ethan. Really yucky? Are you any better?

Me. No, I still feel bad.

Aaron. Like bologna on a tortilla.

(Ethan and I just look at him)

Ethan. Yeah, that is pretty bad.

Not that either of them are forced to eat bologna at our house. I think that stuff is foul.

Anyway. I've written quite a bit on a multichapter fic, Up to chapter three! It's a Ron/Pansy, and an idea I've not seen explored in that particular slice of fandom. So yay for being creative and stuff. Beta still needed for that one, but it's a bit more work than a drabble. And I'm going to make blueberry peach jam in the morning if I feel better. Honestly, blueberry peach jam might make me feel better. Yep. It's a plan, for sure.
persephone33: (Glamour Girl)
( Jun. 27th, 2010 06:05 pm)
We're well into summer now, and I've left town several times and have some thought-y thoughts I'd like to get down before they leave me, or are all sucked out by the sun, wind and chlorine.

writing pontification and beta request ).

theatre and cute kid story )

I have to agree.

The next thing I'm going to audition for is South Pacific (*sigh*) Mousetrap, and possibly, I heard through the grapevine, that the theatre's trying to get the rights to God Of Carnage (*excited squeal*). Wow. That'd be awesome. AWESOME, I tell you. Jeff Daniels and Marcia Gay harden were in it on Broadway last year when we were there. Mom saw it and said it was incredible.

In closing, we're going to the cabin in Childress this weekend for the plum picking, jam making extravaganza and the 4th of July. I'm actually excited. One thing about writing by yourself, you can do it even without internet access.

Have a great week, everyone!
&hearts Go HERE and read [livejournal.com profile] obrien_blue's recap of the Glee finale. She does fabulous Bones recaps (or squee!caps) and this is the first one she's done for Glee. She's funny and smart and a hell of a writer (warning for language). I always laugh aloud at her entries. Go read. You won't be disappointed.

&hearts If I were in charge of the world, like a High Empress Over All Things, there would be a few changes. Manipulative people? Incarcerated for life. Mean people who insist of ranting about insignificant things and belittling others? Mmmm... the rack, I think. I'd be just and fair. And the bastards of life would need to re-think their positions on being jerks.

&hearts I've been feeling crappy lately. Like a low-grade nausea and intense tiredness. If I didn't know better (and I mean really know better), I'd say I was pregnant. And LHM, if I was pregnant, it would be a baby that would have a purpose, because it would be a freaking miracle. That is, if I didn't jump off a bridge, first.

&hearts I've been trying to write, poking around at a few things, but I'm just not inspired. When the muse takes a vacation, she really hits the road. I have no idea what to write that might spark any sort of even mildly acceptable results. It's sad.

&hearts We leave for Dallas on Friday, and we'll be gone for a week; the boys are going to a golf and tennis camp, and my sister will be there for the weekend. I want to get together with some old friends and family (I'm looking at you, [livejournal.com profile] deedsk_tx and [livejournal.com profile] tadpole_bac) and I think it'll be good to get away for awhile. When I get back, Nolan and I are going to the theatre's awards gala. I've been nominated for best actress, an award I fully do not expect to win. There are too many other great actors up for it, too. That's okay, there's a lot of that being nominated but not winning stuff going on. Luckily, my self esteem is high enough that it doesn't send me into a tailspin. Anyway, as I've been nominated, it's a great excuse to buy a dress. And I'm at -22 pounds, so shopping in the semi-formal departments in the Dallas area might even be pleasurable.

&hearts Nolan brought me 3 charms for my bracelet today for no reason whatsoever. That's nice, huh?

&hearts I love summertime. Seriously, having the boys home and going to the pool and making brownies and waking up whenever we feel like it? Nice. Really, really nice.

See you all on the flip side!
persephone33: (Some guys/arsenic)
( May. 17th, 2010 02:29 pm)
So the month of May is a little more than halfway over, there are just two weeks of school left, Memorial day is just around the corner, and spring is busting out all over in West Texas!

I just wanted to remind all of you that asked for a prompt for May's Friend's List Contest, that the end of the month is looming! If you've forgotten your prompt, you can go look here, with no recrimination whatsoever. Trust me, I'd forget my rear end if it wasn't oh, so firmly attached to the rest of me. And if you want a prompt (even you lurkers - I feel you out there, you can't hide!), you can go there or request one here.

The gift is an itunes gift certificate, (or Best Buy, if you loathe itunes) and I'm even throwing in one of my handmade bags and a Lush Bath Bomb, to boot. So write me a drabble/story/novella! Come on! It'll be fun! This time there's even going to be a second and third place prize. Becasue I'm cool like that.

On another note, this post is so much more positive than the whiny/bitchy one that I started last night and never finished. I love the way these things work out. It's lost forever in internet land, wherever those things go to die, thank goodness.

Lastly, I went to the post office. FINALLY. So [livejournal.com profile] maureen, [livejournal.com profile] leigh_adams, [livejournal.com profile] seegrim and Mother Dear, your packages should be arriving shortly.

And hey, [livejournal.com profile] mynuet! Where ARE you? I feel all stalkery, wondering where you've gone to. I look forward to your D/G hiatus being over, whenever that might be.

Have a lovely week! Happy Monday (even though that's an oxymoron for some of you)!
"Plot" as used here is not a euphemism for "backside," but as it happens, that's thickening, too, now that you mention it.

Nothing to see here... )

Because I'm whimsical and kinda sweet and fun and maybe a little bored, I'm going to be doing Drabble Scenes From a Hat: The Writing Edition!

You can choose:

Genre: Drama, romance, melodrama, adventure, angst, hurt/comfort, fantasy, friendship, romance, humor...etc.

Place:  on the roof, in the rain, on the floor, in a bed, on a balcony, in the woods, in the gym, in a barn, on a playground, in a hotel, in a graveyard, in the kitchen, in a pool, in a cave, on a couch, in a hot tub, in the snow, by the fireplace, in bed, in the office, the the stirs, in the shower, in the elevator, in a tent, at a restuarant....  or one of your choosing.

Pairing
:  Bones: Booth/Brennan,  NCIS: Tony/Ziva, HP: ** Draco/Ginny, Pansy/Ron, Firefly:  Malcolm/Inara, Supernatural: (Brother fic only), True Blood: Eric/Sookie, Hoyt/Jessica, Castle: Castle/Beckett, Merlin:  Arthur/Gwen.

I reserve the right to play with point of view and tense.  Because I am tyrannical in my control.  Muahaha.  Ha.

Okie doke!  Go on, request something fun.

**And if you request D/G, know that [info]mynuet  will be dragged right along into it, because she's the D to my G, for sure.
I finished my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange story.

Can I get a Hallelujah?

I think that might be the last D/G I write by myself, that is, one not RPG style. I'm interested in the Bones and Big Bang Theory fandoms lately; I've been lurking around over there pretty regularly for a month or more. They seem like nice people.

Anyway, that's finished, so I went ahead and got all creative and made Easter egg cake truffles.

You know you want to see. )

SO... I've been very productive. Now, what to write next?

P.S. Five more days until my lent fast of no bread, meat and sweets is ovah! Woot! Come on, Easter! (And the celebration of Christ's ressurection, obviously, not just so I can chow down on a cheeseburger.)
10,291 words of murkily plotted, ill-conceived, tense challenged crap, with no clear cut ending in sight.

4 days to go.

Go, me.
persephone33: (Default)
( Mar. 8th, 2010 12:16 pm)
I've been banging away at my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange story this morning. I've got about 5,000 words and only just hit the first plot point.

*sigh* I'm glad there's a word cap this go round. It helps keep things narrowed down so that I don't go down rabbit trails. Or plot bunny trails as the case may be. *har dee har har*

I'm having a crisis of decision: I really want to audition for Grease. It's hands down one of my favorite musicals, and although I'm tired already, it surely would be cool to end the season the same way I began it. With a musical. I've got a song ready and everything, Gershwin's "Someone Who'll Watch over Me." I &hearts that song. It makes me all romantic and squishy.

But there's a girl's trip with Mom & Emily that I want to go on in mid-April, and a Train concert we've been invited to late March.

Plus the aforementioned exchange and everything else in my life that needs doing. It's completely feasable, and Nolan has been supportive of whatever I want to do.

So, yeah. I'm selfish, but I really want to take the chance of being gone for another two months. On the other hand, I might be too old and not get cast. It happens. Though the rumor is the director is going older....

So, yeah. Thoughts?

And anyone willing to beta read my story for the exchange? For typos, plot continuity and Briticisms? Pretty please?
persephone33: (Choose your weapon cooking)
( Feb. 27th, 2010 08:37 pm)
Today's offering: Arroz Con Leche. Ask me if I love it.

I'll go ahead and answer. Yes, my lovely readers. Yes, I do.

It's strange, given my absolute loathing of tapioca pudding, but this stuff is amazing and easy. make it today. You'll thank me. My kids did.

All your rice pudding dreams are about to come true.

Recipe, how-to and commentary on the dgficexchange under the cut... )

Also, I just got an email from Nolan. He's in Haiti and safe and sound. Thanks for all your prayers!
persephone33: (writer coffee)
( Feb. 19th, 2010 02:26 pm)
Um.

I'm grateful. Want to know why?

'Kay. I'll tell you. I'm grateful that 99% of the time I don't feel as if my head is filled with concrete. That other one percent is happening today,and I'm just... Urg. It's a head cold, it's just a old cold. But triple bleh.

In other news, I started writing my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange prompt. In longhand.

The tenses are screwing me up. The point of view is giving me a headache something fierce. But the character wants to tell the story. *sigh* Against my better judgment, I'm going to let them. But the character does not want to divulge all the information that I think necessary. It's like we're at a Mexican standoff, with the character's heels dug in and my arms crossed firmly over my chest and we're glaring at one another.

So there's that.

No, I'm not crazy. Hush it, you.

Then I did something impulsive and wrote my first (published) B/B ficlet in response to this:



Go have fun there. They all seem like nice, supportive peoples.

And lastly, A poll to name Aiden's replacement.

[Poll #1527661]
I have a new laptop. He needs a name, like... now. It's like having a baby and not naming it. Suggestions? He's strong and masculine, but put together.

The show I'm in is so solid, and we've got 3 more weeks of rehearsal. I've never worked with a more professional group of people.  Truly a pleasure.  Not a diva in the bunch.  And that's saying something when you're talking about a bunch of actresses.

I'm exhausted, and my fingers are sore from all the pinpricks from sewing umpteen million bags for Nolan's Haiti trip.

I've outlined my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange  story. I feel the freedom to try something a bit different this time around.  I think It will either be loved or completely hated by all.

It's completely amazing how passive aggressive some people are.  I'm telling you:  MIND BLOWING.  And not in a 1970's, laid back, groovy way, either.  >:(
I'm a big ol' wad of BLEH today.

Boy, that really makes you want to keep reading, doesn't it?

Nolan left for a church retreat yesterday afternoon (I'm going to pretend that I can't hear my mother shrieking 'DON'T TELL PEOPLE YOU'RE ALONE') and the boys were with the in-laws last night, so being all alone in my house, I did what any other married mother of two would do.

I partied down!

By which I mean I ordered hot wings and wrote fan fiction until three o' clock in the morning, and then fell asleep watching re-runs of NCIS.

Don't tell me I don't know how to have a good time, y'all.

I woke up with what I assume is a hot wing hangover - seriously, I don't recommend it- and managed to soldier my my out of it. I still feel ooogy, but the boys are home now and we're going to church in about an hour, which is decidedly NOT enough time for me to take the quality of nap I so desperately crave.

Meh, it was worth it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Heck, if I can stay awake, I might do it again tonight!
...is still fun!

iTunes Fic Challenge


Rules:
1. Pick your favorite fandom
2. Put iTunes on shuffle
3. Write a drabble for the first ten songs.  (I did FIVE)
4. You can only write for the duration of the song.  (That was hard!)

(My songs were Tequila Sunrise, City, Decode, The Difference, and Unforgettable.)
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