tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80066145895798095792008-10-05T17:34:01.166-04:00Celeste Gleasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763211746654246650noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006614589579809579.post-25883415341662243652008-10-05T15:18:00.004-04:002008-10-05T15:30:17.776-04:00

We're costuming for The Full Monty and that means I hit the Goodwill on overdrive today. Bright trashy tops. Check. (I got lime green with a pink tank underneath.) Skintight pants or micro miniskirt. Ew, but I think I got something that will work! Oversized hideous jewelry. Check! Big hair. Check!! (I had that last one to begin with, but the other girls are stocking up on Aquanet). I

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Read this whole book in one sitting. Of course it's not very long, only 226 pages of free verse poetry, but it was late and I really should have been sleeping. I picked it up while I was looking for A Certain Slant of Light, because I kinda want to read some ghosty stories. I didn't exactly weep like a lot of the reviewers on the internet seemed to think I would, but it was pretty dang

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So the school nurse called me today and left a message that my other son (Thing 1) was running around at recess and er... ran smack into a pole of some sort. Bloody nose. Egg on the head. Didn't go unconscious though, so no worries, she iced it and was sending him back to class and if I wanted to come get him, I was more than welcome to, but she didn't really think it was necessary. I'm like

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So are you a Buffy fan? I figured it was time I watched it from start to finish. We're on Season Four, and so far, we're loving it. I gotta be honest though. Buffy's friends are waaaay more entertaining than she is. Not that I don't love the Buff and her emo love affair with Good Angel - I DO. It's just that the Scoobies are so much more fun!

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Take two - with the correct code this time. For some reason the playlist player isn't working in this window for me, but you can click on the pop-out player and it will play! The first time I made a playlist for a book I was writing was Something Beautiful. I didn't actually set out to create a "soundtrack" to the book (like some people "cast" their books as if they were movies with actresses

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Still working through my blockage on Heart on Fire. Rather than sit in front of the screen and watch the cursor blink, I did some heavy housekeeping last night, because that's when I do some of my best thinking. I repotted a few houseplants, mopped the downstairs floors, vacuumed and steam-cleaned the dining room and living room carpets, and thunk, thunk, thunk. When I was done and the boys were

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No, not that giving old men the wrong idea about me thing. I'm so done with that. Next elderly perv that hits on me is getting my new finishing move... I mean the other annoying thing I do. You know. Getting stuck on my book because I let someone read it and being more concerned with what SHE thought happened next than with what I thought happened next. The problem was she didn't LIKE what

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I was hit on by a seventy-one year old man in a motorized cart at the grocery store this week. The sad thing is that I talked to him for 45 minutes - twenty before I even realized he was interested in me (EW! like srsly interested, I just thought he was chatty like me) and another 25 to cut myself loose from the conversation without being rude and telling him to F-Off! This is not the first

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I'm still trying to write through the wall I hit on Heart on Fire. It's really not that bad, just the ebb and flow of ideas. I pushed out about five pages the other day during my lunch break, and I think I'm on my way to the climax of the story. I do have a vague idea of what's going to happen. It will involved fire (I know, big surprise judging from the title, huh?). I only hope it's as

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So I'm sitting here in Rewrite Hell today and this is why I love Libba Bray. Srsly. Go read it esp if ur a writer, but even if you aren't and you just read this thing because you love me - I know, all two of you that do, go on - go do that. I'll wait. Because I got nothing better to do. I'm not going to be... writing or anything. Because I'm a sucky hack. So yeah, you like that? Isn't she

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So it's that time of year when stuff I need to do is stacking up. And I don't have time (or energy) to deal with any of it. It looks something like this: 1) Draft budget for collegiate group I advise (this was due last spring mind you, but I didn't have time to do it then either, so it's way overdue now) 2) Wash like sixteen loads of laundry (because it's either that or go pantsless, and we

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Made you look! Yeah.... Not so much, huh? Went camping this weekend. Forgot my belt. You wouldn't think this would be such a huge problem, UNLESS you were unlucky enough to be nearby when my pants were falling down (Trust me. Pantsless isn't a good look for me.) Anyway, being a resourceful girl scout, I improvised - found me a bungee cord in the trunk and voila! Insta-belt! Just thought I'd

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Saturday was Girls' Night. Hubby was away, so Leah came over to spend the night and we planned to stay up all night drinking Extra Special Cocktails and watching Supernatural Season 1 and talking, which we so did, and it was just like college again. Except that Leah and I didn't know each other back in college, and that's too bad because it would have been wicked fun! I'm still quite amazed at

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First one doesn't count! (*um, btw, may not be work friendly...I'm just saying...)

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I got these a while back, but haven't really had time to check them out until now. They came out pretty good I think! These are a bit out of order, I think, but oh well, right? This pic is from "Hosanna" in the first act. I really love the way the colors worked for this scene. And I especially love the look on That Jesus Guy's face. (That's what the little kids still call the guy who played

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Huge sigh of relief this past two weeks - my six-month probation period at the Day Job officially ended, and I passed my fingerprint training as well as the other training portions of the job in time. So YAY. That rocks! In my spare time (between sipping frozen sangria and playing cribbage with friends) I've managed to hit 52K words on HOF before getting stuck again. 52,750 / 90,000 (58.6%)But

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Oh my god. I used to think office ass was a myth. I was so wrong. I just went out with the girls from work. I ate chips and salsa. Drank a bushwhacker. Ate some coconut shrimp tacos. Laughed WAY too much and got home late. Needless to say, I didn't go to the track. more cat pictures

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So I hit 182 pages today on Heart on Fire. w00t! That's 44,500 words or just over the halfway point of a projected 90,000 word novel. The story (incredibly enough) just arced at the second turning point. Perfect timing. So I think I'm on still track, and hopefully won't have to do much scene hacking when I'm done with it. I'm still kinda buzzing from last night. I stayed up until 2:30 am

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So I've been trying hard lately to balance my writing time against my working time and my family/friends time, and I've come to two conclusions: 1. Word count requirements aren't for me. I just do not have the hours in a day to force myself to write a certain number of words. It's like this: I have a limited number of hours of time per day, and either the words are flowing or they are not. 2

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So here it is. I confess, I totally hit a wall with Heart on Fire, the new book, and out of a moment of desperation, I sent it to my critique partner for a quick read to see if where I thought the book was heading was going to be remotely satisfying to her, and she did agree that yes, she could quite possibly fathom this idea working. Only problem is that I'm still stuck. I've spent all

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So sayeth my verra wise seven year old niece. Don't think my sis (her mother) will mind that I pilfered this off her mommy blog, because it was definitely worth sharing with my handful of readers! Her teacher gave her these proverbs to finish and her fabulous answers are in the bold italics. I honestly think an adult could not have made any more sense if they tried! 1. Anything worth doing is

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Note to self: Obsessively checking email and websurfing for LOLcats doesn't get revisions done. But sher ees funn!! (No frendz, ees not Joopiter kitteh. But zee evil is comparable, no? Must go now. He eez reading zis over shoulder.)

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So I don't know what I was thinking, but I was going to enter my wip in the Stiletto this year. I am almost halfway done with it, and I pretty much know how it ends - and I thought, gee, some feedback on it might be good at this point - a contest might tell me whether I'm on my mark or not - give me a clue how it's going to be for the reader... fast enough plot turns? character development

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Okay! I feel much better now. Last night, after posting, I had to read through my new wip Heart on Fire to remember that I have been busy, and not slacking at all - the product I've created is just not precisely what I planned. Balance is a good thing. You can only do so much rewriting before your eyes start bleeding and you begin to think you suck and will never make it. The creative drive

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I'm having one of those down on myself - never gonna finish this stupid rewrite - would rather uncork a bottle and let the kids play webkins so I can sit down and write than do what I gotta do nights. I took a good look at the calendar today. I'm disappointed in myself and I'm afraid I could have lost an opportunity. An agent asked me for a rewrite on February 4th, right after I started my job.

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