Enchantments
Musings About Writing and Stories About Life

She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Safari green

ALNM: 0
Once and Future Hope: revisions
exercise: abs, walking

Took Eclipse to the vet this morning, where she had blood drawn and was a good girl about it, I was informed. She’s lost a few ounces in weight, but the vet tech didn’t think that was bad. We’ll probably hear the results tomorrow.

Then I came home and got the rest of the GWW announcements off to the rest of the Kingdom newsletters. Gah, what a mess. Every Kingdom handles their newsletters differently. Some charge for ads, some don’t. Some run designed ads; others just use text. The charges depend on how much space the ad takes up, and the sizes differ between newsletters. There are different deadlines. Etc. But now it’s all done, except for getting checks in the mail; I’m waiting for a few addresses. Phew.

I’ve been feeling a little down lately, for a stupid reason. A few folks I know (or semi-know through journals) have had some writing successes lately, and I got envious. In a negative way. (I told you it was stupid.) Anyway, I was in the funk this afternoon and I went to put something in the mailbox, and much to my surprise I discovered that the mailman had come by a second time and left a package. A largeish box. For me. From a place I didn’t recognise. It turned out to be a book called The Village Herbalist—my birthday present from Teresa! It looks really interesting, and it came at such a perfect time.

Plus, I received in the mail today an issue of Woman Rider magazine (for women who ride motorcycles). I’d been toying with the idea of subscribing, but decided to wait until I had another bike. Well, it turns out Ken got me the subscription for my birthday. What a sweetie. And the main article in this issue is about getting your first bike and learning to ride and not waiting until “sometime”. Heh.

Anyway, I used the positive vibes to turn things around. Rather than be mopey and whiny about other people selling stories, I needed to make my own success. I’m not selling anything I’m not writing, you know? So I pulled out the pieces of a story I started about a year ago, and pulled it together. It’s sort of for a contest due 2 May, but if I decide I like it, I’ll try other places first. It’s only 1K. I need to do a bit more research on it, and then I can fire it out to critiquers. So. Yay me.

Apropos of nothing else, my nails are now Safari Green.

An interesting Buffy tonight. Lots of stuff happening. We’ve been discussing it all evening, what this or that means, what might come next. Only three more episodes, and then it’s over forever. I don’t think I’ve ever been this caught up in a show when it was ending. (ST:TNG to an extent, but Voyager had already started, which eased the sting of loss.) Rather upsetting, this.

After we watched it, we went to Ken’s mom’s to pick up a check (five years ago we loaned her money so she could buy her house, and she’s now in a position to pay us back, which is handy seeing as we’re in a position where we very much need it). Then we came home and walked to the 7-11 for Ruffles (Faith’s fault) and ice cream. Hey, at least we walked there!

We also talked about an upcoming erotica anthology, and brainstormed ideas for it. Now I have too many! I’ll probably play with various ideas and see which one takes off.

So, all in all, it’s ended up being a pretty good day. I finished a project, I exercised a bit, I wrote, and I spent time with my beloved. Tomorrow we’re planning to take a bike ride through the mountains and see the poppies and the big cats, as a reward for all the stuff we got done today.


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