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If you're into reading Ron/Pansy, here you go.

I got runner-up. :)

Read Here at carriescribbles 

I'm completely exhausted.  Nolan and I went to a work call at the theatre today where I painted wood to look like... wood. 

Oh, scenic painting.  How I've missed you.

Hope everyone's having a spectacular weekend!

This is what I've been doing in my spare time lately.

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I've started a fan fiction archive, mostly so I can have all of my fan fiction at one place, and so that I don't have to go through the pain of posting on ff.net.   I've already archived quite a bit, so feel free to friend and read, and comment if you're so inclined, without fear of a lot of spamming of your f-list .  I've got some D/G, some R/P, H/P, and even some other weird rare pairs in the mix, with more to come soon.  I'm on the cusp of finishing a Ron/Pansy that I really like, and have just started another that I'm rather fond of. 

I also started magicscribbles , though I haven't yet done anything with it. And if you want to see a lot of fun stuff that seegrim  and I have written together, you can go to magical_whimsy .

And there's also si_muove_rpg , where there's good stuff to read.

That's a lot of pimping for one post.  Anyway, JOIN! 

 Tired of feeling moody and cranky and generally recalcitrant?

Try Carrie's sure-fire "Make You Feel Better" Trifecta:

1.  Pedicure/Manicure - what's not to love about pretty feet?  Seriously, these are worth the cash.  Skip lunch, and go have one.  You will not regret it.

2.  A Diet Coke (or your soda of choice) from Sonic Drive In.  Crunching the ice is therapeutic.  And, if it's not to weird for you, you can pretend that it's the bones of all the people that piss you off.  (Oh, my.  My dark side is showing.  Sorry, Mother.)  And if you don't have a Sonic near you, I am terribly sorry.  The ice is really first rate.

3.  Retail Therapy - I bought myself some nail polish, a candle, a new shower curtain and a tablecloth.  Good times.

I also did a little writing with

seegrim, that always cheers me considerably, I wrote some more of Chapter 5 of Marrying Pansy Parkinson, and sent the first package for this meme.  goddessvicky should get her box of goodies on Halloween!  Yay.

And happy birthday wishes to ladyendymion.  I hope everything is well for you and your family, and that your birthday is fabulous!

So.  I had a great weekend.  We took sweet friends of ours down to the cabin this weekend, and very much enjoyed the company, but they left on Saturday afternoon, and we had the rest of the weekend by ourselves.  The boys decided that the pond was warm enough to go swimming in, and stripped down to their altogether, but I won't post those nearly pornographic pictures here.  :)

May's podcast is up at D & G.com.  It's a monster at an hour and a half.  I'm kind of disappointed in it, I lost the first one I recorded and had to redo over half of it, so I was pissy and tired the second time through.  June's will be better.  Angsty and sad, but better, no doubt.

I'm a little panicked about the exchange.  Just a little.

I saw Bringing Up Baby this weekend.  I'm a huge Katherine Hepburn/Cary Grant fan (The Philadelphia Story = LOVE) but I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I didn't love this.  I watched it, and I laughed in places, but I don't need to own it.  I DO like it when Cary Grant's hair gets all messed up.  Wow.  And (big surprise) hubby fell asleep, so there's his review.  Not enough car chases and shooting, I guess.


Hey, raise your hand (Emily Kaye) if you thought you'd never see me in a cowboy hat.  (Ahem.  Western hat, right.  Thanks, Nolan.)

Have a great week!

I've had my prompt for the d/g ficexchange for a week and the outlook is good.  I have the first chapter written, and it already looks like it's going to be another monster...15,000 words, maybe?  I'm at 2000 words and I'm 3/4 of the way through the exposition.  I'm actually researching stuff that already exists rather than making crap up, so that's different.  The prompt is pretty vague, anyway, so I'm not too concerned about disappointing her/him/it?

I Think someone is trying (poorly, I might add) to hack in to my gmail account.  Why, I ask you, would anyone try to do this?  That account doesn't hold the secrets of the universe.  It's mostly fandom stuff and friends.  I also use it to send pictures, as it does that more easily than my other one.  Not even naughty pictures.  Boring ones.  Seriously.  Nothing juicy there.  Quit it, already, huh?

Here's what I'm dealing with.  I have lost a friend.  I'm mourning this relationship, and I can't stop.  I was very close to this person, and then literally, in the span of a week, they got very terse with me, responded to me in one or two words, and began ignoring me altogether.  I'm not one of those people who's needy, so I tried to treat them the same way that I always had before they started getting snippy, with pleasant facial expressions and kindness, but it was met with negativity on just about every count.  It must be them, as nothing changed with me.  And I'm not about to ask them, "Did I do something to upset you?" as this is not junior high.  My feelings are the same as before.  I adore this person and had a lot of laughs and tons in common, and they know a lot of my deep, dark secrets.  So I miss them.  I miss our conversations.  And I'm sad.  Frankly,  I'm hoping that I can do the whole mourning process fairly quickly, as I'm a little sick of moping about it all.  Do I seem to be handing this correctly?

I also rented Supernatural, and I totally loved the pretty!  It's kind of creepy, and I screamed out loud at one point, but Jensen and Jared make up for it.  numbaby, why didn't you force me to do this months ago?  I've watched to first 4 episodes, and I'll go get the rest of Season One today.  I'm also expecting the fourth disc of Firefly and Serenity from Netflix today.  It's gonna be a fun TV-watching weekend.



Alright.  I'm going to go try and get rid of a headache, I want to have lunch with a friend today, but won't be much fun if I feel like this.  Pei Wei opened in my town!  YAY, P.F. Chang's!

For those of you that don't know, I have a weird diet.  Diet in the sense of the food I eat, not a weight loss regime, necessarily.  It has been exactly one year since I changed my diet.  It started out as a spiritual fast, but morphed into a way of life, I think.  All I know is that I feel so much better, have more energy and don't pack on the pounds like I did before I ate this way.  I don't eat any meat (no, not even chicken or fish -- that's meat), any bread, or any sweets.  I get asked, "What's left?"  I eat veggies and fruit, dairy products, pasta and rice, and of course Mexican food.  Have I lost weight doing this?  Yup.  About 40 pounds.  I started last April at 181 (That's a lot when you're 5'2") and weighed in this morning at 138.  (I'm a four time Weight Watcher Droput, btw) Would I like to lose another 10?  Kind of, but I don't know if that 10 lbs would make that much of a difference anyway.  I mean, my skin isn't as elastic as it used to be, so I don't need more sag than I already have, right?  Anyway, the weight isn't the best thing.  The best thing is that I have the energy to keep up with the boys and live my life, and I have no plans to change anything.  I think it annoys some people, that I don't eat certain things, but I've never had a problem anywhere that I've gone, finding something I can eat.  And it's much easier to get full.  One year.  Wow.  I don't think I've stuck to anything for a year before.  Go me.  It isn't so much self-control as it is a stubborn streak a mile wide.  I gotta be me.

I got my prompt for the dgficexchangethis morning.  It is, blessedly, very vague.  Yay.  It's due on Ethan's birthday.  Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.  

The theatre is doing Into The Woods next season for the first show.  I'm not a singer, but I'd sell my Grandmother into white slavery to play a role in that musical.  (Sorry, Grandma, but I totally would.  I'd pay to get you out once it was over.) Little Red Riding Hood, especially.  I've been listening to the music for the last two days...  and there is NO WAY that I can hit some of those notes without medicinal help.  I'm contemplating taking voice lessons, actually.  What else do I have to do this summer?  Besides vacation (Going to NYC with Mom & Sister -- YAY!) and lay by the pool?  That sounded bratty.  Sorry.  Anyway, Into the Woods is one of my favorites of all time; Act One is wickedly funny, one of the best books around, with a Sondheim score (stinking hard music) and Act Two has huge lessons and morals.  The best kind of theatre.  It makes you laugh, and then makes you think.  I want it so bad I can taste it.  And that's never good.  I guess I have three months to learn how to get up above my small range.  Here I go!

I just submitted the contest fic.  It's almost a thousand more words than the last time I posted.  *g*  I'm relieved, and at the same time uneasy (not just because I noticed no less than three mistakes right after I sent it - Gah).  It happens that way whenever I write something.  The first time one of my plays was produced, I had the worst case of ...  I guess you could say 'stage fright', ever.  It's rather like handing a newborn over to someone else and hoping that they take as good care of it as you would yourself.  It isn't even about being judged.  I mean, I'm an actress.  If that doesn't set you up for being judged, I don't know what does.  And I feel no trepidation about putting myself out there for view...  but what I've written seems so much more personal, somehow.  Perhaps it's to do with my confidence as an actress as opposed to being a writer.  

Ho hum.  Too much introspection for a Thursday morning.

On a strictly fun note, speaking of playwriting, another of mine might be produced at the theatre I work for!  Squee!  It's one that my playwrighting class and I did last year, the one I got my penname from.  The thought that it even might be done makes me incredibly hopeful.  The only thing better than writing a play is watching it being performed on stage and the giddy feeling at the audience's reaction.  

I'm about to have lunch with my handsome husband at my favorite restaurant.  Life does not get more fabulous that that.

I'd forgotten how much I love shopping for props.

The look on the lady's face was priceless.  I'm at a thrift store, a kind of nice one, actually, looking for items that we need for The Lonesome West.  I'd been looking around for a while, and  a clerk came over to me and asked, "Are you looking for anything specific?"

I smiled and answered, "Yeah.  A crock pot, a shotgun and a crucifix."

To be honest, I knew I wasn't going to get a shotgun at a thrift store, but it was too, too funny.

I'm easily amused, I guess.

On a completely separate note, I know everyone is completely covered up with contests and exchanges, but I have some story ideas I'd like to bounce off of someone... as well as have them run a beta-eye over them.  My primary beta has so much of my stuff that I think it's choking her, and I haven't been able to post anything in a while because she's so busy.  It wouldn't be anything long term, like a two year long chaptered fic, just a couple of one, maybe two-shots.  Anyone up to being a part-time beta to a properly appreciative author?

Incidentally, I found the crock pot at that thrift store.  The lady was all too happy to sell it to me and get me the heck out of her store.  I'm pretty sure she thought I was a deranged, sacreligious girl who liked to slow-cook things in her spare time.  =D

Perhaps I am!  *insert icon sound*