Home Sweet Home

It’s still to early to really tell how this will go, but so far things look like they are going to go pretty well, as long as we all remember to be adults about this.

We’re in our new home, which is already my brother in law’s and his family.

That means our trip 1/4 cross the country is complete. Picking up threads and tying up loose ends has yet to be done, but I will get to all that. Today is basically a bit of a decompressing and making ourselves at home in someone else’s house.

I’m appreciative of how welcoming my in laws are. I know they’ve been in a place like we are now, so they understand how we feel. And thanks to the girls, I’ve been in their place as well. So I need to take my lessons from that, and do my best to be respectful of them and their home.

So far what’s ours here is the storage unit full of items we brought here with us in a 17′ Uhaul truck and my car. That was an experience – threading the needle when we got to Missouri, once we got through St. Louis, where it all got hairy.

I’ve never liked going through St. Louis (since we did it twice before, coming here 2 years ago to visit his family and continuing on to Colorado and Wyoming), and now that’s just going to be a swear word while driving.

But otherwise, things went well. The motel and hotel before St. Louis were nice, the one after was a Budget Inn and not that bad either. I now have a Dominos account, so I can order online, which I did in Indianapolis. Breakfast there was good. We went to The Tattooed Dog, an eclectic restaurant in Wentzville, where we bedded down outside of St. Louis, with my cousin. I had my first portobello burger.

I’m looking forward to all the rest of the changes we are going through. What I’m really looking forward to is more creativity because of less items to juggle. I guess getting of Facebook and games would help – but one thing at a time, and today I’m relaxing and decompressing from a nice long trip.

Hopefully more posts will be coming.

Also, I’ve got an idea I’m cooking up. This is post number 900 (though I think it might be 899, as there is one that’s private). So that means just 100 more until 1000. There has to be a way to celebrate that. Maybe a contest? Something knit or crocheted – maybe that scarf I’m working on?

Lot to come, a lot has gone.

I know it’s been quite a while since I posted on here, but that’s because a whole lot has been going on. I’ve had…..interesting issues. Not great, not bad, but it’s just kept me from getting online like I’d like.

But things are looking up.

And we’re moving. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned my husband’s job becoming non-existent before – the company that bought the company he was working for closed the company he worked for. We’re really lucky in that he was one of the last to walk out the doors.

We will be moving – right now we’re saying we’re going to live with his brother, but hey if I can get a job in Colorado instead of Missouri, more power to us!

I plan on being on here more, so hopefully you’ll be seeing more of me!

Yummy Carrot Soup before the ROW80 Check-In 3/4/15

I’m going to be right on time with this ROW80 check in! Yippee!

General progress – 4 days and I haven’t logged into Facebook once. I uninstalled the messenger from my phone, logged off on both my laptop and my cell phone, and removed the game on my phone that I play. Games are a big time suck for me, so it’s great that I’m not staring at my phone anymore. Nope, now I’m staring into a box full of beads, sorting out the ones I have in my box (re-sorting I should say, as these were sorted out once, but I decided to toss them all together to make room in my big box for other beads.). That way I can do the rainbow bracelets that I mentioned before. This will be posted on my Facebook, I think, but that’s something unavoidable right now. I was going to set up posts for my business page, but I didn’t get to them before March started. And holding to transparency – we talked about opening an account for a fellow vendor/friend so she can get her business out there, but that was stymied because none of us know her birthday! So I almost did, but not for me! And I did fuss about it!

I’m still unhappy with this weather. I’m sure that’s a constant theme. I’m nervous about having to attempt crossing ice rinks all over the place. There is a bucket of sand at the store that we use in front of the store – I asked to take some, and put it between my door and my car. Anywhere I go, I feel some distraction at having that last trek :-(

So, enough of the complaining, on to the check-in:

1. Writing Prompts: As soon as I’m done here, I’m going to go visit my bestie at work (if she’s there) and do some brainstorming/writing for the current #Writestuff challenge and an original (ha ha) idea I had that some ideas popped up in my head for.
2. Networking: Missed this week’s (it’s on Tuesday) #writestuff on Twitter – I know about the challenge because there’s also a Google group for it.
3. Personal: I did some writing, I forget what day – or maybe I didn’t. But that’s one of the things I’m going to do when I leave.
4. Getting my work out there: Haven’t looked anything up.
5. Editing: All old stories are still packed away in the closet.
6. Preparing for Missouri: Nothing since Sunday – tho it was actually 2/3 of the boxes that I brought in.
7. Read something: Haven’t picked anything else up, tho I had that itch!
8. Crafting: Sorting beads, like I said. I talked to a friend who had gotten my doilies at the auction for church year before last, who had asked me to do a table runner. She picked one out from the pattern book I found.
9. Tarot: I did a reading for that thing I mentioned last time, which I’m pretty sure resulted in a very vivid dream about someone. One of the things I need to write about in my journal.
9. Cleaning: No major cleaning.
DAILY – Like I said – working on it.

You may not remember, I don’t think I’ve said anything about it recently – but I’m sticking to being vegetarian. I found a recipe on Pinterest for Vegan Carrot Soup With Caramelized Onions. Very good, well worth cutting my thumb for! I love how you can taste the onions, and that the blended up carrots and potatoes give it a wonderful base.

Off to write now!

Catching up, and something a touch perplexing – ROW80 3/1/15

So, I haven’t done the Round of Words check-in – well, in far longer than I thought.  Did February really just go by in a puff of wind?  Or, more appropriately, a cloud of snow? I thought I had only missed a week or so – it looks more like nearly 3! Ouch!

Well, I’m hoping what might be a touch perplexing will help me get my head on straight. “What is that?” you ask. (and if you don’t, let me dream, okay?) Well, I decided half way through last week to take the month of March off. And it might be perplexing for you – if you found this by way of Facebook. I was up late yet again – about 2am I believe – and I thought – you know, I sit here so long, scrolling scrolling scrolling, maybe knitting or – right now – beading, and playing silly games. But I don’t really feel like I’m getting much of anything done. Facebook really does seem to be the problem. So, despite the fact that depending on my phone’s temperment some people can’t always get me by calling or texting but can by messaging me on Facebook’s Messenger, I decided -I’m taking a whole month off. No games, no posting, no scrolling, no messaging anyone (even my best friend or if I need to talk to someone about things.). If it’s really that important, I can either go see them in person (like, stopping by my best friend’s work), or we can text or call each other. Or my husband (who complained when I told him that he can pretty much always get me through Messenger but can’t always with the phone’s own stuff) can wait until he gets home or my phone decides to be nice.

Now, to the check-in:

1. Writing Prompts: Still haven’t done a writing prompt, not even the one from the #writestuff group on Twitter. I hope to pick a prompt or two up this week.
2. Networking: I went to the #writestuff chat this week, but I didn’t really participate much. I was tired. (as a matter of fact, I am now, too)
3. Personal: Nothing really. I have some thoughts in my head I want to get down, tho.
4. Getting my work out there: Haven’t looked anything up.
5. Editing: All old stories are still packed away in the closet.
6. Preparing for Missouri: I haven’t sorted anything else, but I did take 1/3 of the boxes already sorted and packed for donation to Salvation Army, as well as the box of books.
7. Read something: I picked up and finished a book! The Reincarnation of Peter Proud by Max Ehrlich. (Underlining a book title might seem old fashioned to some, but I really prefer it.) Not sure what the next one will be, but I do have so many….Elegant Universe is still a candidate.
8. Crafting: Nearly done weaving in ends of the cotton yarn soap savers I’ve made – I think I’m done with all of the large ones. I’ve also picked up my beading supplies and have been working on ladybug styled spiral bracelets. It’s a pattern I found before my mom died, and I made one for me, my mom, my sister and my daughter not long before my mom passed. I’ve adjusted how I do the spots, but I am most definitely enjoying the process. I’m also looking over beading patterns on Pinterest. I’m not totally sure what non-spiral pattern I will tackle next (tho doing stuff with peyote stitch sounds intriguing), but I’m thinking I might do something of a rainbow pattern with the spiral pattern.
9. Tarot: I interpreted the 13 Moons spread. Interesting, and I might be able to get back into Market America. I’ve got something else I’d like to ponder, and I’ve been looking at tarot spreads on Pinterest in that vein as well.
9. Cleaning: I can’t say much major cleaning has been done, but I’m trying to work my way through Mt. Washmore and keep the house generally picked up. I’m feeling so boxed in with this weather, I’m so looking forward to winter releasing it’s grip on this area, but I do my best and that’s really all you can ask for, isn’t it?
DAILY – Like I said, I’m getting off Facebook for a month, and getting to sleep each day at a decent hour is one big reason why.

Okay, so that’s it. I’m not sure what else to say, other than to tell you I wish you a good day/evening/night/morning.

New Book Release!!! Eternal Illusion

A special surprise for today! To help out a fellow (this one published) author, there is a bit of a guest post. Without further ado:

(A ROW80 check in will come up tomorrow!)

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The highly anticipated return of everyone’s favorite island is FINALLY available for print and eBook!


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Want a taste?

Chapter 1
in thought, Abe ran a loving hand over Ariana’s swelling belly, then grinned
when she stirred from sleep and blinked lazily up at him. Wrapping his mind
around that – not only had she been his wife for over three months, but was
also carrying his child – was too much of a dream come true, one he never wanted
to wake up from.
afternoon, Mrs. Cambridge. It’s fifteen after one.”
closer to him, Ariana yawned and let her eyes drift shut. “Five more
snickered against her hair and then kissed her forehead. “Take all the
time you need, baby, but I have a feeling Becky and Janie will—”
and persistent tapping on the chamber door cut off his words and had him
rolling his eyes in irritation.
on the door soon,” he finished through a clenched jaw, his mood swiftly
turning sour at the lack of private time the island’s residents allowed him to
have with his wife. “I can kill them, you know. Nobody will find their
bodies. I swear it. Did I ever tell you that I’m a shark whisperer?”
giggled as she pushed against his body, and when he tried to grab her, she
threw a pillow in his face and scrambled out of bed.
fell back to his own pillow, defeated. “We are going on vacation. No cell
phones. No knocks on the door—unless it’s room service—and, best of all, no
as she opened the door, Ariana greeted her friends with a hug and took the
coffee Janie held out with a sigh and a gracious smile. “I love both of
you so much.”
huffed as he glared at them. “You just saw them yesterday. And you don’t
need that caffeine; it’s bad for the baby.”
took a long sip and winced as the heat bit her tongue. “The only thing
that’s bad for the baby is my blood pressure going up when his or her father
fusses over me too much.”
blanched, and started to throw back the comforter to go to her, but thought
better of it once he caught sight of Becky and Janie looking at him. Unlike
Ariana, he hadn’t dressed after making love the night before.
exhaled in relief as he studied the growing smirk on his wife’s face. She was
the only one who could, quite literally, drop him to his knees with only a few
words. He kept waiting for the spell she had him under to wear off, but with
each day that passed, he had only grown more mesmerized by her charm.
raised an eyebrow. “Come here, devil woman.”
Becky said, laughing. “There’s no time—er… take all the time you need,
Your Highness,” she said quickly, when his mouth flattened into a thin
line and his teal eyes locked on her, daring her to say one… more… word.
would burn that damn clinic to the ground before he would allow anyone to take
even one more minute with her away from him. She already worked too many hours
as it was. It had started out being only five, but then had swiftly moved up to
six, then seven. He had drawn a line at eight, but, more times than not, Ariana
stayed at the clinic up to ten hours, even against his wishes and constant
phone calls.
tore his piercing eyes away from Becky and they softened as he met Ariana’s
set the cup down and crawled up on the mattress and into his awaiting arms. She
stared into his eyes as her fingers brushed back the hair hanging over his
ears, reminding him it was time for a trim. That would take all of fifteen
minutes, so what would he do with the other four-hundred-sixty-five minutes she
would be out of his sight?
had some ass-chewing to do, that’s what, and he was going to do that first.
be back before you know it, Abe,” she said sweetly, almost convincingly,
but he knew better; she’d been telling him that every day since she’d started
working, and it had never, ever been true.
though he knew arguing would get him absolutely nowhere, he still pleaded his
case. “Stay here,” he whispered. “Take the day off. I could use
a little healing myself.” He grinned devilishly.
only answer he got was a small smile and a long kiss. Abe wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her across his body, rolling with her until she was lying
on her back and he was looking down at her beautiful face.
knew she wouldn’t concede to his wishes today, but that wouldn’t stop him from
trying. He had faith that one day she would.
Ariana. Please. I have something I want to show you.”
laughed. “I just bet you do.”
tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and softly kissed her lips.
Lingering a breath away, he spoke so only she could hear. “It’s sort of
important and special. It’s been in the works for several years, but it’s almost
complete now. I didn’t want to mention it until Roger said you could see it. He
sent me a text last night, but you were too exhausted after work, so I didn’t
say anything. I don’t think I can keep from telling you what it is until your
next day off, so please don’t overwork yourself today, and try to get out of
there by eight.” He paused for a moment. “And eat light for supper;
I’m taking you out afterward.”
eyes narrowed to thin slits, but there was amusement in them that she couldn’t
hide behind her fake anger. “You know how much I hate surprises.”
knew she could have searched his thoughts in one instant, so he quickly rifled
through his memory for the lyrics of Mary
Had A Little Lamb
, just in case. Mindreading was one witchy trait that
could be both a blessing and a curse, but thankfully Ariana tried not to use it
too often. For that, he was grateful. It was bad enough that he couldn’t keep
his hands off his wife for more than five minutes. Keeping his thoughts off her
would be downright impossible.
He kissed
her quick and moved away, so she could get up and ready for work. The quicker
she left, the quicker he could let out his aggression on someone who couldn’t
paralyze his vocal chords. “You’ll like this one. I promise it won’t
embarrass you.”
we come?” Janie asked, the petite girl nearly jumping up and down at
hearing about something new and exciting on the island.
chuckled. “Yeah, you can come. Bring someone, if you like,” he said,
knowing that Janie had been spending quite a bit of time lately with Ryan from
maintenance, and would more than likely want to bring him along. It was killing
Lance to see her with the guy, but since he had been the one who let her go,
there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot he could do about it but mope.
else is going?” Becky asked with a sneer.
shrugged nonchalantly, but he knew she was inquiring whether Will, his brother,
was going to be there, and possibly be with Katrista, the girl who had flown to
the island on the back of a minion from Hell under the orders of Apollyon, the
demon who damn near took Ariana away from him in more than one way.
thinking about that night made him want to wrap Ariana in the tight cocoon of
his arms and never let her out of his sight, but that had been almost three
months ago, and they hadn’t seen or heard from the guy since his descent back
into Hell. Gloria, their personal guardian angel, was checking in on a regular
basis, but she hadn’t sensed any evil hanging around the island, either. It was
still a struggle to relax, but Abe knew how Ariana hated to be smothered, so he
forced his worry from his features, for her.
not sure, Becky, but if you think I’m going to tell my brother he can’t go just
because you’ll be there, then you don’t know me very well.” He ignored the
hurt look in her eyes and slapped Ariana’s butt when she crawled over him to
get out of bed. He chuckled when she yelped.
hearing the shower come on, he looked back to the two girls standing in the
middle of his bedroom. “Would the two of you mind leaving? I’m about to go
shower with my wife, and Ariana threw my boxers across the room last night.”
smiled as the two girls immediately avoided eye contact, their faces turning a
bright shade of pink in embarrassment at being in the same room with their
naked king.
on. Ariana will call you when she’s ready to leave. I can’t promise you’ll be
on time for work, so you may want to leave without her.” He stopped and
huffed when they only stood there with sullen expressions. “What? She
isn’t yours; she’s mine. Go!”
over their feet, both girls turned and ran for the door.
a smile on his face, Abe threw back the cover and jogged to the bathroom. He
could only see the top of Ariana’s wet head, leaned back into the steamy shower
spray, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the water. He tiptoed around
the tiled wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and had
her in his arms before she even opened her eyes.
smiled as he touched his lips to hers, and Abe noticed that he couldn’t fit his
body flush to hers any longer, not with his young growing so rapidly within her
ran one hand over the soft skin of her belly and pulled her mouth to his with
his other by the nape of her neck. A low moan escaped her mouth and he drank in
the ecstasy like a wino who had just found a forgotten bottle of
eighty-year-old wine in the cellar.
gasped for air when he released her mouth to devour her neck and that little
spot below her ear she loved for him to kiss.
she panted. “I’m going to be late for work.”
approving growl rumbled from his chest as her hands slid down to his hips.
“Damn right, you are. I told Becky and Janie to go on without you, that
you would be there when you damn well got there.”
laughed against his mouth when he claimed ownership once again. “You are
such a king.”
his head to explore more of what she had to offer him, he looked from one
tempting mound to the other, and finally decided to take the left rosy nub
between his lips and softly massage the other with his hand. Decisions,
decisions. It was a tough job being a man in love. He often thought he needed
at least one extra mouth. Wondering vaguely whether Ariana might be able to
witch it on his body, somewhere, he focused on the task in hand.
lips parted, and he smiled when a rush of pleasurable sounds echoed off the
walls of the bathroom.
his other hand free, he ran his long fingers over the cheek of her ass, down
the back of her thigh and pulled her right knee up to his hip. He wasn’t
worried about her getting off balance and falling. He had her. He had all of
head jerked up and he crushed his mouth on hers just as he slid through the
soft folds of her sex and into his most favorite place to be.
jaw clamped shut and his hand shot out to brace them against the shower wall
when her muscles tightened around his erection.
The cry escaped her throat and her nails clawed the skin on his back, but he
pumped into her, keeping a steady rhythm and watching her expression as the
orgasm threatened to rip through her body. “Abe…” she said, winded,
and grabbed his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles and making him grin,
“I—I need…”
know, baby. Just let it go.” He jerked his hand from the wall, pulling her
other leg up, and just like a pro, she hooked her ankles at the small of his back
and took all of him. His knees damn near buckled.
to get his own release by the time Ariana’s climax was over, Abe growled and
quickened his strides. Her body quaked all around him. He was almost there. He
was there.
my vein,” Ariana whispered.
a bit back from the rush, he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked down
at her in confusion. Sure enough, her head was tilted to the side and her wet
hair was moved away, baring her neck and that throbbing vein to him. He jerked
his head away, trying to ignore the instant bloodlust and the anger that was
quickly boiling up inside him.
he said shortly.
please. You need it. I want you to.”
stopped moving inside her and set her feet on the wet tile. Grabbing a towel
from the hook on the wall, he threw it around his waist, tying it extra tight,
so just maybe it would cut off the circulation in his erection and deflate the
damn thing.
Where are you going?”
now, Ariana.” He threw open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom,
and wasn’t a bit surprised to hear she had followed.
did I do? I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. Talk to me, damn
you!” she shouted when he only stood at his closet and shoved hanger after
hanger to the right. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.
stopped and let his arm fall, but didn’t turn around. “You know how I feel
about using you as a meeker while you’re pregnant. We’ve had this discussion
before, Ariana. Hell, we’ve even fought about it a few times, but you don’t
seem to understand or maybe you just don’t care; I don’t know—”
think that I don’t care about my child?” she said, and Abe turned around,
the muscles in his jaw doing the same workout they did every time their
conversation led to him feeding from her. “How can you even say
that?” she snapped. “If I felt, in any way, that you taking the
amount of blood from me that you need would hurt the baby, I wouldn’t ask you
to do it.” She pointed to her chest, and fury burned throughout Abe’s bones.
“I know it won’t hurt the baby—”
I don’t!” he roared, causing her to flinch. He shook his head and reached
into the closet, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of jeans. When he looked
back at her, he was a little calmer, but not much. “I don’t know what is
good or what is bad for the baby, Ariana, but I can’t imagine taking anything
from you that the baby needs could ever be a good thing. I won’t do it.”
ripped the towel away, and to his delight, either the terrycloth or his pissy
mood had done the job, because Mr. Happy wasn’t so happy anymore. Without
wasting time going to the dresser for boxers, he just shoved one leg at a time
in the jeans then buttoned and zipped the fly. After throwing the shirt over
his head and pushing his arms through the armholes, Abe finally made his way to
the dresser to grab socks.
Ariana whispered, but he didn’t look at her. He couldn’t look at her when he
was this mad, especially when it was her that he was mad at. “Abe, look at
me. I have to go to work, and I don’t want to leave you upset.” He still
didn’t say anything.
put his socks on and located his boots by the bar. Tying the sons of bitches
wasn’t going to happen with his hands shaking so badly, so he just shoved his
feet in, grabbed his keys from the bar and headed for the door.
Where are you going? The sun is out!”
to work, Ariana. I’ll see you later.”
He jerked
open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.

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First ROW80 Check In. Slow progress is still progress, yes?

This will be my first check in while participating in ROW80.  Hey, I think I’m even going to check in on time!  Well, here goes – slow and a little bit of progress is still progress, right?
1. Writing Prompts: Haven’t trying a writing challenge prompt yet.  But I’m brainstorming some on something from the action related to #2, and I’m opening up a tab for Velvet Verbosity‘s site right now.
2. Networking: Thanks to Cindy at Here, There Be a Writer encouraging me, I joined in on the #writestuff chat last evening on Twitter.
3. Personal:    No personal journaling yet this week :-\
4. Getting my work out there: Haven’t looked anything up.
5. Editing: All old stories are still packed away in the closet.

I’ve got so many other interests and things that need done, so this is that part of the list:

6. Preparing for Missouri: Sorted one box of old bills and paperwork.  Between that and the sudden change in the weather today (it’s winter still, it getting colder shouldn’t be such a surprise.  But as I understand it, I think it was a bit of a drastic change), I think that’s the reason for my headache this afternoon/evening.
7. Read something: Haven’t picked up a book yet, but I need to pick one for my purse (which will only make it heavier.  Oh well), and one to read around the house.  I’m thinking of restarting The Elegant Universe by Brian Greene.
8. Crafting: I have but I haven’t finished WIPs.  There’s a scarf that I’m almost to the end of (Rambling, on Ravelry), a hood that I’ve just got to edge and add the button (The Canyon Cowl, probably for my daughter, also on Ravelry, but a pattern I had to buy), and lots of soap savers.
9. Tarot: Haven’t done much interaction with my deck, nor do I have the spreads I’ll use for the Valentine’s Readings I may or may not do at the store on the 12th and 13th, but I did draw the cards for the year ahead reading (using the 13 Moons spread).  I just have to interpret it.
9. Cleaning: Haven’t done any 15 minute rounds lately, but with my daughter’s friend, I did work on cleaning the living room and computer room some, which led to me sorting the box of bills, and her rearranging the living room.  I picked stuff up off the floor, she vacuumed and moved things, getting rid of a ratty chair.
DAILY – Make it to bed between 11:30 and midnight.  I’m not yet in the range yet, but I’m working on getting closer to midnight!

Goal Setting and starting out with ROW80

I really feel that I do so much better with my life when I have some sort of structure. That I hold to. The problem is, I enjoy the spontaneity of life, too. I like feeling productive – having a clean home, clean clothes (this isn’t something that really falls by the wayside terribly. Maybe I don’t do my clothes on the same day every week – a day or two variation here and there, but I’m actually really good about WASHING them, even if I’m not always that great about FOLDING them), clean dishes (not a fan of doing dishes), clean rooms, dinner every day (actually, having others help out with this was a stroke of genius – that might have been the daughter’s idea – and it’s great to see my son grow and explore ideas about dinner, even if it’s just SUPER SIMPLE things! And I do most of the work), save money, make money, write more, make more items….the list of what I’d like to do, which I don’t completely reflect as getting done (for instance, I do get dinner made somehow, clothes washed, ME washed – but I don’t write as much as I’d like or sell as much as I’d like or save money as well as I’d like), is super long.

That ^^^ is the acknowledgement of what I feel. Now I’m going to set out, with the help of my friend’s friends over at A Round of Words in 80 Days, my goals for growth and production for the rest of this round. If you’ve never heard of this before, each round consists of 80 days, starting in January, April, July and October. You state a set of goals, and report twice a week how you’ve done with that. My friend Cindy, at Here, There Be a Writer, suggested it to me several months ago, and since I need structure and accountability, I’ve decided it’s time. It’s for words/writing/creating a written piece, and that will be part of my goals – but my whole life needs some structure for a while, not just my writing, so I’m going to throw that in there, too.

So what am I going for?

First, let’s address the writing. One goal I decided on for this year is to finally get something to publishing level and submit it. I shouldn’t limit it just to my fiction, freelancing is a great way to get your name out there, so I should look into that as well. So, some sort of daily writing is mandatory. Also, I need to look or places to submit my work, and ways to find freelancing work. I have different places I like to get my prompts from, and I have novels to finish as well – there are 5 of them, now, I believe, 4 of them not even on the “stove” at the moment. I’m still working, however sporadically, on my NaNoWriMo novel. And I love the 100 Word Challenge, and it’s got a special place right here on the blog. So, writing goals:

1. Writing Prompts: These included but are not limited to: participating in the weekly 100 Word Challenge prompt AND post it, participating in the weekly Sunday Brunch Prompt on Toasted Cheese, and picking another writing prompt that I like that I have already done or another one I have found.
2. Networking: Post to a writing group or page I’ve liked, visit other people’s pages on challenges, etc.
3. Personal: Write a personal journal entry (on paper, in pen) at least twice a week.
4. Getting my work out there: Look into freelance writing sites and look into writing contests (using writing directed emails, groups, pages, friends’ posts, and cold searching for pointed jobs/genres/contests).
5. Editing: Look at old stories/poems (college and otherwise).

I’ve got so many other interests and things that need done, so this is that part of the list:

6. Preparing for Missouri: Sort old bills and paperwork.
7. Read something: I have piles of books around, so I should pick one up and read it! Reading anything is a good thing, whether it be fact or fiction about writing or the genre(s) I write or not.
8. Crafting: Finish WIPs, make spiral bracelets, make soap savers. Find a runner for Judi.
9. Tarot: Some kind of daily interaction with one of my decks of cards, whether it be a short reading, picking a card, or a longer reading; do a beginning of the year reading, using the 13 Moons reading already decided upon.
9. Cleaning: On at least one day a week (when I’m not working at the store), do 15 minute rounds of cleaning for the majority of the day (this is also partly Preparing for Missouri, as the computer room will feature whatever item I have to work on for that, but it’s also the whole house and often vacuuming).
DAILY – Make it to bed between 11:30 and midnight. This is perhaps the one thing that trips me up – I’m a night owl, I love staying up late, but the more I stay up late, the harder it is for me to do ANYTHING the next day. So my sleep schedule needs to get back on track. Then I’ll have energy to work on weight loss, which I will work harder on once the snow clears (walking on snow does not make my ankles happy).

Well, I think that’s about it for now. I need all this for the accountability.