ostarella: (Goals)
Had some de-stressing talks with my brother over the weekend. While he's planning on moving down here, he said he wouldn't be living here full-time. He plans on traveling, possibly even getting a couple time-shares in different locations. So this would be just his 'home base', as it were, instead of living in the Cities. So no permanent "other body in the house". :D

In conjunction with that, we were trying to figure out where "my space" can be (where I can have my computer and be able to smoke without bothering him) and we decided that the downstairs back bedroom would be the best. It currently has a huge antique bed and dresser in it, taking up almost all the floor space, along with a ton of my stuff I've just been storing in there. But we agreed (again!) that we would either sell the set, give it to the local historical society, or just put it in storage until we decided what to do with it. (It's a Victorian style, with 8 foot headboard and marble top dresser, so not something you just put out on the curb :D)  But we have a twin bed and mattress that I can then put in there, with plenty of room for my desk and additional shelving for all my supplies - and still have room for a small table so I can actually have work space when I'm printing things out and rearranging stories.

Just the idea of having my own space, where I can close the doors and not be disturbed, with all my books and reference materials at hand (instead of stored here and there)... I'm getting so excited about it! Almost as good as having the toolhouse or bus for my 'stuff'. :D Windows on two walls looking nowhere except out on the gardens, one door to the main house, the other to the downstairs bathroom - back of the house so I can easily ignore anything else going on in the house... It also helps that it's one of the warmest rooms during the winter - I fully intend to have my desk in front of the heat vent!

Only downside is that the TV won't be there for white noise - but I can live with that. ;-)
ostarella: (Goals)
Had some de-stressing talks with my brother over the weekend. While he's planning on moving down here, he said he wouldn't be living here full-time. He plans on traveling, possibly even getting a couple time-shares in different locations. So this would be just his 'home base', as it were, instead of living in the Cities. So no permanent "other body in the house". :D

In conjunction with that, we were trying to figure out where "my space" can be (where I can have my computer and be able to smoke without bothering him) and we decided that the downstairs back bedroom would be the best. It currently has a huge antique bed and dresser in it, taking up almost all the floor space, along with a ton of my stuff I've just been storing in there. But we agreed (again!) that we would either sell the set, give it to the local historical society, or just put it in storage until we decided what to do with it. (It's a Victorian style, with 8 foot headboard and marble top dresser, so not something you just put out on the curb :D)  But we have a twin bed and mattress that I can then put in there, with plenty of room for my desk and additional shelving for all my supplies - and still have room for a small table so I can actually have work space when I'm printing things out and rearranging stories.

Just the idea of having my own space, where I can close the doors and not be disturbed, with all my books and reference materials at hand (instead of stored here and there)... I'm getting so excited about it! Almost as good as having the toolhouse or bus for my 'stuff'. :D Windows on two walls looking nowhere except out on the gardens, one door to the main house, the other to the downstairs bathroom - back of the house so I can easily ignore anything else going on in the house... It also helps that it's one of the warmest rooms during the winter - I fully intend to have my desk in front of the heat vent!

Only downside is that the TV won't be there for white noise - but I can live with that. ;-)
ostarella: (Awake)
My brother didn't come down this weekend as he's house-sitting for some friends, so I'm here by meself. For some reason - maybe because of 40 years of working - weekends still seem different than the rest of the week, even though there's nothing really different in my routine. They just seem different.

Been pushing some ideas around for an original short story. There's a nifty little contest with a mid-March deadline. Fifty page max, $1500 prize. But it's amazing how hard it is to think up workable ideas when you don't have the characters in mind already. I may have to work up a list of interesting characters and just keep them on file so I could pull a couple and write a story about them doing something. LOL The neat thing about contests is that many are via "literary magazines", so while learning about the contest, you find out what their 'normal' submission guidelines/payments are as well. So those go into yet another file for perusal.

Fang is giving me conniptions. She knows she's not supposed to be on the dining room table, but it's now become a game with her. "How long can I be on here before Mom sees me?" All I have to do is look at her up there and she's bounding to the floor - so she definitely knows, the little bugger. She's also discovered a new pre-bedtime game. Petey always sleeps curled up in front of me, and Fang behind my knees (yeah, the two dogs, the cat, and me, all on the couch - it's a pack thing LOL). So now she's discovered that Petey's ear just peaks up over my thigh - so she spends quite some time pouncing on it from her "hiding place" before finally settling down for the night. Needless to say, neither Petey nor I are thrilled with this newest pursuit of hers.

Oh, and I got her to stand on the scale the other day. The needle was exactly between two and three pounds. And since I think she's probably 8-9 months old now, I doubt she's going to grow much more. But that's okay, too. I like her little :p I'm most thankful that she's retaining her kitten face - so many cats their face flattens out as they mature, and I've never liked that.

Well, that's about all my meager thoughts this morning. Some housework today, starting to inventory the house and pack stuff away. And writing - I've been doing a lot of "Oh this sounds good... well, not that good... actually that's awful... start over..." Too many scattered projects, I guess. Gotta settle myself down and concentrate on one at a time - at least on a day-to-day basis.

Okay - off to work :D
ostarella: (Awake)
My brother didn't come down this weekend as he's house-sitting for some friends, so I'm here by meself. For some reason - maybe because of 40 years of working - weekends still seem different than the rest of the week, even though there's nothing really different in my routine. They just seem different.

Been pushing some ideas around for an original short story. There's a nifty little contest with a mid-March deadline. Fifty page max, $1500 prize. But it's amazing how hard it is to think up workable ideas when you don't have the characters in mind already. I may have to work up a list of interesting characters and just keep them on file so I could pull a couple and write a story about them doing something. LOL The neat thing about contests is that many are via "literary magazines", so while learning about the contest, you find out what their 'normal' submission guidelines/payments are as well. So those go into yet another file for perusal.

Fang is giving me conniptions. She knows she's not supposed to be on the dining room table, but it's now become a game with her. "How long can I be on here before Mom sees me?" All I have to do is look at her up there and she's bounding to the floor - so she definitely knows, the little bugger. She's also discovered a new pre-bedtime game. Petey always sleeps curled up in front of me, and Fang behind my knees (yeah, the two dogs, the cat, and me, all on the couch - it's a pack thing LOL). So now she's discovered that Petey's ear just peaks up over my thigh - so she spends quite some time pouncing on it from her "hiding place" before finally settling down for the night. Needless to say, neither Petey nor I are thrilled with this newest pursuit of hers.

Oh, and I got her to stand on the scale the other day. The needle was exactly between two and three pounds. And since I think she's probably 8-9 months old now, I doubt she's going to grow much more. But that's okay, too. I like her little :p I'm most thankful that she's retaining her kitten face - so many cats their face flattens out as they mature, and I've never liked that.

Well, that's about all my meager thoughts this morning. Some housework today, starting to inventory the house and pack stuff away. And writing - I've been doing a lot of "Oh this sounds good... well, not that good... actually that's awful... start over..." Too many scattered projects, I guess. Gotta settle myself down and concentrate on one at a time - at least on a day-to-day basis.

Okay - off to work :D
ostarella: (Tired)
Has anyone else seen the ads for Frost/Nixon and wondered who is that guy pretending to be Nixon? I guess Frank Angella is supposed to be a really good actor (lots of awards, y'know ) but god - he sounds like a horrible parody of Nixon with a British tinge. That in itself would keep me from seeing the film - it would drive me nuts every time he opened his yap. Not that I go to movies anyway - most aren't worth the cost of a ticket. I'd rather wait and get the good ones on DVD so I can watch when I want, at home, on the couch, in comfortable clothes.

Still tearing the house apart - throwing so much junk! Argh. And rearranging things. Tomorrow (or maybe yet tonight) I'm tearing the island apart in the kitchen. Gently, though. My dad built it so I don't want to just trash it. But I can take it apart and reassemble it in the toolhouse where it will be put to good use. Then the table my computer is on will go in the kitchen, and I'll bring the desk (which my dad also built) out of storage. The old couch is getting tossed in the spring (the dogs have pretty well claimed that as their own so...) but for now I'm going to shove it out on the porch until I can haul it out. I'm going to make new cushions for the old futon frame to take its place. Then tearing out the old closet in the back bedroom (freestanding) and put that in the north end of the downstairs bathroom to hold the cleaning supplies and equipment. Then I can do an overall cleaning and finish painting downstairs.

Then I tackle the upstairs.

Probably be spring before I go after the attic and basement.

Writing-wise, have been doing a bunch of beta-ing for various people, and working slowly on Covenant. Hope to have the next chapter up for the MadBetas by the end of the week, and I really, really, really want to have that finished by the end of the year. Mainly because I've got some new ideas for the lost NaNo story, thanks to my working on my genealogy again. Some amazing stories come from seeing how various families change, move, grow and die off over the decades. And I can't forget Tess or Billy will kill me   And the next story of the Juggernaut series (Changeling, Mon Bell Ami) is starting to call. Add in the many Holiday and Quick Pick shorts I have stacked up... OY!

So I guess I have to get my butt in gear and make a really really serious effort to get these things scheduled and then KEEP TO IT! Quit letting little things like real life get in the way...


ostarella: (Tired)
Has anyone else seen the ads for Frost/Nixon and wondered who is that guy pretending to be Nixon? I guess Frank Angella is supposed to be a really good actor (lots of awards, y'know ) but god - he sounds like a horrible parody of Nixon with a British tinge. That in itself would keep me from seeing the film - it would drive me nuts every time he opened his yap. Not that I go to movies anyway - most aren't worth the cost of a ticket. I'd rather wait and get the good ones on DVD so I can watch when I want, at home, on the couch, in comfortable clothes.

Still tearing the house apart - throwing so much junk! Argh. And rearranging things. Tomorrow (or maybe yet tonight) I'm tearing the island apart in the kitchen. Gently, though. My dad built it so I don't want to just trash it. But I can take it apart and reassemble it in the toolhouse where it will be put to good use. Then the table my computer is on will go in the kitchen, and I'll bring the desk (which my dad also built) out of storage. The old couch is getting tossed in the spring (the dogs have pretty well claimed that as their own so...) but for now I'm going to shove it out on the porch until I can haul it out. I'm going to make new cushions for the old futon frame to take its place. Then tearing out the old closet in the back bedroom (freestanding) and put that in the north end of the downstairs bathroom to hold the cleaning supplies and equipment. Then I can do an overall cleaning and finish painting downstairs.

Then I tackle the upstairs.

Probably be spring before I go after the attic and basement.

Writing-wise, have been doing a bunch of beta-ing for various people, and working slowly on Covenant. Hope to have the next chapter up for the MadBetas by the end of the week, and I really, really, really want to have that finished by the end of the year. Mainly because I've got some new ideas for the lost NaNo story, thanks to my working on my genealogy again. Some amazing stories come from seeing how various families change, move, grow and die off over the decades. And I can't forget Tess or Billy will kill me   And the next story of the Juggernaut series (Changeling, Mon Bell Ami) is starting to call. Add in the many Holiday and Quick Pick shorts I have stacked up... OY!

So I guess I have to get my butt in gear and make a really really serious effort to get these things scheduled and then KEEP TO IT! Quit letting little things like real life get in the way...


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