Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Archive for August, 2010
1. Don’t develop a bad habit that helps you write. I read this somewhere along the line…like don’t drink and write, don’t eat and write, don’t do anything and write - otherwise, three weeks and 40,000 words later, you’ll find out you can’t write without said item. *slurp* So true.
2. Make Every Word Count. I read this and thought, yeah, whatever. I mean, some words are just filler words - the, and, an, he, she, it - and that was about the point where I had this tiny story and 80,000 words. Then you go through this process of paring down your words itself, and that left me with 60,000 words. Then I learned to make my story bigger, again, with less words. That left me with 40,000 words. My story was twice as big with half as many words. Think I had much filler? Every word has to count, it really does. And if you have “filler,” you aren’t done editing.
3. Save For A Therapist. At Georgetown, part of my employee benefits were free counseling anytime. My co-worker made me go once after my miscarriage. I didn’t have much to talk about (as a totally unwilling client), but there have been so many times during writing Tantrum that I’ve wanted to go back. I have an entire other person walking around with me at all times. She’s seventeen and she curses and makes long ass sentences about who knows what… She takes over my head pretty much effortlessly at this point. I have enough problems with my own soul, and now I have another one in there. (more…)
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
I hate this question. Not that I don’t like super heroes - I loved reading comics and stuff when I was younger - I just hate picking a favorite.
I picked Gambit (X-Men) as my favorite.
I mean, come on, he has one pretty cool power. He can build up the kinetic energy in anything to make it into a bomb. Plus, he’s an awesome fighter. I was devastated when he didn’t make it into the first three X-Men movies, a point I continuously pointed out to John when we saw each one in the theaters. I was beyond excited when he was included in the Wolverine one.
But in all seriousness, the main reason I picked him…
When my other pre-teen friends were swooning over Hanson, the Backstreet Boys, and N*Sync, I thought Gambit was the hottest thing ever. Plus he could probably kick all their wimpy butts.
Today I discovered 271 pictures in my iPhone photo album. I had taken eight of them. The other 263 had apparently been taken by my son. #255 is a view of Bob’s bureau from the vantage point of a small-ish child balancing on his bed pillows.
Have a great Saturday. If you need me, I’ll be re-charging my phone.
Ah, packing. The constant shuffling of items in and out of boxes these past few years has left me all-too-skilled at putting our life into boxes. We had phase one of packing a month or so ago, when we knew the move was looming. We weeded through the garage and boxed up some of the less necessary items. But, the orders weren’t coming, and we didn’t know when we were actually getting them, so we took a break. Two days ago, on the 25th, the orders showed up. The goal for our move-out date? Sept 1st. If you do the math, that’s one week exactly for Dustin to check out of the squadron and arrange for new housing in Mississippi. It’s also one week for me to get everything packed up to be loaded on the truck, and to get the house cleaned up. Amazingly, I think we’re gonna do it!
In case you haven’t noticed yet, we are DIY movers (Do It Yourself). Rather than the Navy paying movers to break pack our stuff and get it to our new place weeks after we get there, they pay us a percentage of what they would have paid the movers to do it all ourselves. It’s a win/win as far as we’re concerned. We put some serious hard work into it and make a nice chunk of change in the process. We also arrive with all of our stuff, which beats the heck out of sleeping in an empty room with a towel for a bed. (I may have done that during my first move as a Navy wife, just days after getting married. I drove down to Texas, (more…)
I know I’ve been MIA lately. Things are busy with back to school for Dakota and Christian. Ava’s appointment schedule is tiring. Today was hematology clinic. This specific doctor was one of the doctors that cared for me when I was Ava’s age with Neuroblastoma. She’s treating Ava for her ANC counts and anemia. She’s considering IV iron for Ava. We don’t know what’s causing the neutropenia. If it’s Mitochondrial disorder related, the treatment will be tricky. A bone marrow aspiration will be done the next time her ANC drops below 500. We need to know if the problem is her bone marrow or not.
Ava isn’t feeling great. Her G-tube and muscle biopsy surgery is Wednesday. She’s sleeping way more than she should. She plays for a few minutes then wants held for an hour. 4-6 hour naps everyday combined with smaller “cat naps”. She also sleeps 12+ hours at night.
I’m trying to keep caught up in blogland, but it’s difficult right now. I hope I’m not hurting anyone’s feelings. Everyone is in my thoughts.
Day 25- What you would find in your bag…
This is probably the most boring purse post in the history of blogging, but I HATE to carry extra crap around. I only carry one bag, this waxed cotton messenger bag I got in college. It’s awesome because it’s cool and waterproof. I once dropped it into the Chesapeake while hiking down the coast (okay, wading was more the word) and it didn’t get wet inside at all.
Very slowly, but surely, we are making progress.
She is no longer fighting me when I try to put them on her. (more…)