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My muddled brain
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I tried to write today, but after my visit to the doctor and all the medications he put me on, it seems that all my brain wanted to do was SLEEP!
I guess that is what I need to do. Even my poor muse was affected, heck, she was downright goofy and I hadn’t taken any of the cough medicine yet.
The laryngitis was the least of my problems because it seems that I also have shingles. Well, for crying out loud!
Posted in Misc
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What I’m reading isn’t on my list
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I realized today that I need to update my ‘what I’m reading’ list. I hadn’t thought about it for quite a while. At this point in time all those books on my list are finished and I’ve read many more since I posted it. I’ll get around to changing it.
I have new books that I won in the basket Nancy Martin donated to the auction. I can’t wait to sit down, relax, take breath and dive into them. I also have new books on my Kindle that I haven’t read.
Yes, the old ‘so many books so little time’ whine. I know if I want to do some reading I’d better do some writing first or Dave, Chuck, and a few other friends are gonna kick my a$$.
Nancy, that Donald Maas ‘Writing the Breakout Novel’ workbook might be just the trick to motivate me. Thanks for putting that in the basket!
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Thanks Mother Nature that was a nice gift
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After so many dreary days of rain, it was nice to see sunshine today. I managed to get outside and plant a few of my cannas. It’s amazing how many places I don’t have room to plant this year. I guess this means I won’t spend as much at the nursery next week as I normally do. My list has whittled down to veggies and (if I can find them) two more black iris plants. Only one of mine made it from last year.
Around six this evening I happened to be out on the front porch when we had another quick rainstorm pass through. I grumbled and then looked off to the south and what should I see but a gorgeous double rainbow. Who cares that it rained again. The rainbow made up for it. That’s what I call eye candy.
Posted in Misc, Weather related
Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Gardening, Gardens, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Post A Day, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing
Garden news
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I wish it would get dry enough that I could go out and enjoy my garden. Many of my iris plants are in bloom and I’m missing them with all the rain keeping me indoors.
Imagine my surprise today when I went to the basement to do wash and found the cannas I had down there had sprouts and leaves. Some of the leaves were quite tall already. The black elephant ears I had down there didn’t look great and only one has a sprout. I hope they made it but I won’t know until after I get them planted.
All of the columbine are blooming, as are some of my new perennials I put in last year. Those didn’t bloom last year so it’s nice to see them showing off for me now.
I spent about an hour early this evening yanking weeds out from alongside the driveway where they were determined to choke out the iris I have growing there. With the wet ground, the pulling was easy. I now have happy iris.
Posted in my garden
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PW Con Sunday
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Sunday rolled around all too soon, because not only I was up until 4:30 a.m., but also because it will be another long year before I will see many of my Pennwriters friends. The last day always makes me sad.
I slept through the alarm clock while my roommate showered and dressed. She said she had to shake me hard before I woke up. I didn’t hear the alarm at all but she says she heard it while she was in the shower. Can you say, dead to the world?
Dave banged on our door and we went down for breakfast—I do love the hotel’s breakfast buffet.
From 9:15 to 10:15, we had our choice of five different sessions. In addition, from 10:30 to 11:30, there were four more offerings. Oh, what to do what to do…. Getting more coffee came to mind. After the third cup, I knew I’d embarrass myself by falling asleep in a session and most likely falling off my chair when I did. I opted for the hospitality suite and schmoozing with people.
If I had not gone to bed at all, I probably would’ve made it to two sessions and been able to hold my own in a coherent conversation. An hour and a half of sleep makes for a foggy brain. Five cups of coffee began to wake it in time for the drawing of the baskets. I brought home three this year.
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PW Con Saturday
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Up at six again, this time it was a bit tougher for me to crawl out of bed. This getting up in the morning is for the birds, not me. However, after Dave banged on our door I dragged myself downstairs to load up on FOOD. Getting up early in the morning makes me VERY hungry and I eat like a farmhand. I couldn’t fit more on my plate and believe me I tried.
My first session was under the Genre Know-How track. Researching the police with Kathleen George, her techniques on interviewing police and other professionals for research were very interesting.
My next session was in the Improve Your Craft track; your life is poetry with Timons Esaias. I love Tim’s sessions and always try to go to one if I can. He makes me THINK and WORK. This is not something that has come easy to me lately. Thank you for jump-starting my brain Tim, I needed it.
The Keynote lunch came next. Jonathan Maberry gave a dynamic and inspiring speech. He managed to fire up even the most jaded Pennwriters. Kudos Jonathan!
Two more sessions followed, The Geography of a Novel with Kristin Bair O’Keeffe and Acting for Writers with Kathryn Miller Haines &Kathleen George. None of the sessions disappointed.
After those sessions came plenty of fun networking and socializing at the Book signing and tea followed by the cocktail party. I wore a dress and heels, which lasted about two hours for me, and then my feet began to scream in agony. I limped to the elevators with Dave’s help, waved bye-bye, and went to my room to change. A little while later, I reappeared in jeans, new T-shirt, and my happy feet were back in flip-flops. Party time!
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PW Con Friday
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Up by six in the morning, breakfast buffet, some socializing with friends and then my roommate and I hit the hospitality suite around eight to go over the day’s schedule. So many sessions to choose from and we were like kids set loose in the candy store.
My first session of the day was Jonathan Maberry’s “Writing Fight & Action Scenes.” I had a blast and it was only nine fifteen in the morning. Thank you, Jonathan for providing me with a great wake up session.
The next session I made a mistake and throughout the entire hour, I wished I’d gone to CJ Lyon’s session instead. Hey, sometimes you hit a home run and other times you strike out.
Ramona DeFelice Long’s session on Shaping Story Arcs was quite a draw.
The last session of the day for me was Balancing Dialogue and Narrative with Terry Friedman.
Those of us not attending the keynote dinner went out and had some kickass steaks and drinks for half the cost of the dinner.
Afterwards many of us congregated in the lobby to schmooze…. Over time, the crowd thinned down to me, the night owl. I wandered up to my room.
Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Jonathan Maberry, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pennwriters, Pennwriters conference, Post A Day, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing
PW Con 2011 Thursday’s arrival
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The drive from our area to Pittsburgh is very long. I’m sure I drove my roommate crazy with the “are we there yet” routine but it helped keep me sane. Okay, my reasonable facsimile of sane. I hadn’t slept the night before because had I gone to bed I would’ve only had one or two hours of sleep before we left anyway.
You have no idea how happy we were when we sighted the hotel. For those of us not used to ‘big city living,’ driving into Pittsburgh is literal hell. I am so glad I wasn’t the one behind the wheel.
We checked in and the bellhop unloaded our car. I think he was surprised at the amount of stuff we brought along and the ten baskets took up a lot of room. (He almost went back for a second cart.) We tip well so he had no complaints when he settled us in our room. He left smiling. We called our husbands to let them know we arrived safely.
As soon as we freshened up, we went to the lobby to watch for other arrivals. Hungry, we ordered an appetizer to tide us over until dinner. (Fair warning, do not order their nachos they were awful. However, they made up for it later at dinner by treating us to a free appetizer.)
As each member of ‘the rowdy bunch’ arrived, there was much hugging and kidding around. When everyone had checked in and freshened up, we all trooped into the restaurant for an excellent dinner.
Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pennwriters, Pennwriters conference, Post A Day, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing
Going, going…GONE!
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I’m outta here until Monday night, folks. Take care! PW Conference here I come!
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The Pennwriters Conference/my working vacation begins tomorrow!
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Today I will pack my suitcase. Everything else I’m taking with me is stacked on the kitchen table and chairs ready to load in my roommate’s car first thing tomorrow morning. If I forget anything, I’ll be surprised.
I did the wash so DH can’t complain he has nothing clean while I’m gone. The pond filters were backwashed and I added water to the pond.
Y’all have a great weekend! I’ll be back writing on my blog Monday night.
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Conference preparations and odds and ends
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G dragged me (kicking and screaming) into Coldwater Creek and I bought some clothes. Yes, me, I did it. No, there wasn’t a single dress involved. I didn’t find any that I liked. However, that doesn’t mean that I won’t wear one sometime during the conference. There is that cocktail party….
Today I need to make a Target run and pick up the dog food our pet store was out of, soda for DH, ink for my printer, batteries for the camera, and chocolates! Then I need to do a couple loads of wash so DH doesn’t complain that he’s out of anything while I’m gone.
All I need to do on Wednesday is pack everything, take care of the dogs, and get my haircut at 5:30.
Thursday morning my roommate arrives we load her car and off we go!
While I was dragging my feet shopping, DH was fielding one phone call after another. First, there was the call from CBS on Your Side about the electric company—DH told Jim Donovan I’d call him when I got home. Then there was the call from the nursing home, now they are claiming they want even more money than the bill that came on Saturday had on it. It’ll be a cold day in hell. They don’t know it’s not good to make the Irish-Indian mad. DH says that there’s nothing scarier than having this redhead on the warpath.
I talked to Jim Donovan, a very nice man, and he’s looking into the electric company problem. While I had him on the phone I happened to mention the problem with the nursing home…he said once we take care of the electric company we’ll start on that too. I told you we weren’t going to roll over for all this nonsense now didn’t I?
Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, CBS, Coldwater Creek, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Humor, Jim Donovan, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Post A Day, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing
Time to get ready
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I am counting the hours until the Pennwriters Conference. I picked out sessions that I want to attend. I’ve begun packing. My snack stash is ready. Business cards are printed, as are envelopes for housekeeping tips, and manuscripts I will work on are ready to print. I have lists to go over as I load my stuff into my roommate’s car so I don’t forget anything. It’s only Monday and I KNOW the next few days will crawl by.
Isn’t it Thursday?
I pity my roommate since I know I’m going to be that child in the car who says, “Are we there yet?”
I hope no one warns her. Last time she did mention duct tape…
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