Ah. So it's today....
Thursday, September 23, 2004

I looked up a poem by Byron this morning, thinking some good ol' poetic wisdom would help me get over the sinking/giddy feeling of having woken up no longer able to say that I am in my 20's.

Unfortunately, the poem I though he wrote he wrote at 36, not 30. So I shall have to wait 6 more years for Byronic consolation.

30. When I was younger, in my teens, it seemed like a fair enough age. I thought I would be well settled into my life at 30, that I wouldn't get mairried until then. It's odd, how life is not what you expect...but then, we expect ourselves to follow basically logical patterns that we never do. Maybe I would be where i expected to be if I'd followed the path mapped out by a 16 year old girl who thought that she would have a masters in library science by now, who joined the ALA so that she'd have a good chance to get a scholarship, who choose the library because she loved books and because, wanting to be a writer, she thought it would be the best career choice. After all, she'd be right next to her reference materials.

She never imagined getting *tired* of college. of deciding to put off the masters so she could get a job and get mairried. Cindy at 16 would never have allowed a man to push her off her path. He could wait, or he could leave.

How is it that I was more sensible at 16 than I am now, almost twice that age?

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  Nichole
Sunday, September 19, 2004

Today, by now, if everything has gone well, one of the people closest to my heart is now a wife.

I am not there...though I wish I was, I would have liked to have been there (after all, she was actually *in* mine) but life is, well, life.

But I'm there in my heart. I tilt my head and think of her, and her George. I think to myself, "And here they are probably....and by now, it's probably..."

But none of that is important. What is is a prayer, a wish, a hope.

May your marriage be stronger than iron, but as flexable as the reeds, may there be more joy than pain, and more sweet than sour. I know that there isn't anything that the two of you can't handle. It's one of the most wonderous stories being written, and I look forward to watching it, and, sometimes participating in it.

Love you both...


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  Changes are good!
Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Er. I think.

So, the day has come...I am no longer publishing my journal on the front page of my websiite. There's a new journal...one that will basically say things like, "Added a new character interview to Nina Lake" , things like that. But I'm not even sure if I'll bother creating archives for it...

Went to the ren Faire. Twas a great deal of fun. :-) I say a little of Doc Dixon's show (I still can't figure out how he gets the playing card *inside* the lime) and the knights...my favorite new show was the Duelists. Bawdy, but brillant, too.

Now I'm bugging Rennies for information...I'm going to put one scene at the Ren faire in my new book, maybe two. Minerva will be working at one, the only job she can get right now, and she'll either be at the Gate or working the food booths, I spose. We'll see what she has to say about it when I get there.

I got a terrible sunburn...if you ever get a bad sunburn, and about two days later, you get a case of itches so terrible you'd walk in front of a train to make it stop, here's what to do:

Get someone to pour you a bowl of water and add ice...because if you were as bad as I was, you'll be too busy rubbing and being miserable to do it yourself...and enough washcloths to lay on the area. The cold washcloths will soothe it and take out some of the heat, and if it itches anyway, press...don't rub!...gently, and when the cloth gets hot, dunk it in the cold water again. When you're sick of reapplying the cloths, and you can think again, rub neosporin (or some other antibiotic ointment...your problem is probably notitching so much as that the sun burn killed all the germs on your skin, good and bad. You've got an infection going.) on it generously, then go sit where a fan will constantly bathe the poor area with air. If you control your self a few moments, you'll find that everything's fine...as long as you stay inf ront of the fan, at least. :-)

Which is precisely what I'm doing.

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  Murder. And Ren Faires. Hmmmm....
Sunday, September 05, 2004

My father saw a promo for the next doctor Phil show, mostly because his hands were fuull and the remote was too far away. The Doc said something about "Your son has nine of the 14 points (indicators?) of a serial killer. When he told me this, we both got fascinated by the idea...is there a check list? So I searched online. Nothing in the easy seaches (serial + killer + indicators, etc.) But what I did find shocked me. Myabe I'm niave, because I think I knew about this, but there are newsgroups that call themselves fan clubs, devoted to certain killers. Where you're not allowed to attack the killer. There are people who are proud to call themselves fans of these people...and they're not all, like, "Oh, he's innocent." That would probably slide off my bitter ol hide but...these places? They seem to have tons of people signed up, not just one or two dips who got bullied in school and so they hate the world.

Usually I don't say things like this because I don't want to take the off chance of insulting someone...but this is sick. And you know, I honestly don't believe that being bullied is a good excuse, by the way...I was bullied. I had a hellish time. It didn't make me want to shoot someone, and I sure as heck don't have any pity for someone who uses that as an excuse. Get a sh*gg*n' life. (Oh. Wait. If there can be an Austin Powers movie called "The Spy that Shagged Me", even though I've been told that it's the UK equivalent to F***, I can use it without the stars.)

So, I'm pretty fricked out over a few of the sites I saw. And I've written some pretty brutal stuff...I wonder, then, if I'm to blame, a little?

Some people are nodding their heads, but I never believed that violence in media begat violence in life. I do beleive it jades us, and it gives people who were bent that way anyway ideas, but I don't think it makes someone a killer.

Ooh, I'm getting off track.

Ren Faires...today one of my friends came over just to talk and try on some garb. I've made a few dresses, bodices, etc, and so I let her borrow a green velvet bodice and cotton skirt. They aren't SCA approvable...the skirt has a fine bit cloud of gold flecks on the spnged green background, but she looked fab. I hope she goes garb, I really think she'd like it.

Garb makes the experience completely different. I'm going full garb tomorrow, first time in ages, partially because she loved my dress. Well, bnot full. I'm skipping the sleeves and shirt, just wearing the over dress and skirt. I look pretty good, if I do say so myself. If I get a picture taken, I might...might...post it. It might make a good bio page pic.

But only if I look *really* good. And not slutty. Wenchy, yes.

By the way. I've not gotten the contract yet, but I do believe that I've sold my second book, Balancing Act. So now I've a book coming out 2007 and 2008. Righteously cool, eh?

If I hurry up and finish Palace of Bone, which is going pretty good thank God, then finish Water's Edge, I can sell them and maybe have a book a year coming out for the rest of my life. Er. I mean, bank them while I have time before the first book comes out, not that my life's only 6 more years long. I should hurry and finish Pilgrims of the Night, which actually takes place before Balancing Act, but the story's not ready. And I'm not sure how thrilled my editor would be. Hum. I could and might just try and write it before Water's Edge, but I tend to (in theory at least) want to write one Andromeda Pendragon world book, then something unrelated, then go back.


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