Always unexpected…

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It never fails…I seem to drop off the face of the planet. BUT I’M STILL HERE!!

I unexpectedly came down with a case of pneumonia. Some of you know how serious that is for me. I have COPD, and the two just clash and try to kill me. I even had to have a nice little emergency trip to the ER one night. As a result, I’m back to trusting my oxygen unit at home again. I keep it hooked up to my CPAP for ease. When I feel too weak, I lie down with it and focus on deep breaths.

I think this was all brought on by spreading myself a little thin the month of November, exhausting myself, and then the way the crazy Southern weather fluctuates. Or, one of the kids picked up a germ or two and brought it into the house. My immunity levels are nearly non-existent, so of course I’d catch a bug and it turn near fatal.

So, there is the explanation of my rather sudden disappearance.

I have something really wonderful to share however, that will take me offline again next week after the 25th. But with that brief absence, I will be back with my new baby!
Here is the story…

ChesterAnn (aka Fat Cat) died last year, as some of you know, and it devastated me. Since then, I have gotten three other cats. I love each and every single one of them. My baby though, is BaxterMarie. She’s up my butt in and my business all the time.

Some of you are also well aware that my best friend lives all the way out in New Mexico. Well…a small kitten, too young to even be weaned yet, showed up around her house crying. It was very feral. However, being the animal lover my best friend is, she set up a crate shelter in the inside of her garage next to the door and kept the garage door cracked for the kitten to find its way there and keep warm, and to finally have some food.

Upon finally seeing this little kitten, she snapped a quick picture of it and sent it to me. I swear, it is ChesterAnn reborn.

So, come the 26th, I will be on the road from Alabama to New Mexico to 1. See one of the most influential people in my life and 2. to pick up my new (old?) kitteh. My best friend swears it is ChesterAnn reincarnated, and was sent to her to bring us all together, and I am in with that belief. The resemblance is uncanny, the attitude as well. The kitten isn’t as feral as first thought, though is rather shy of people.

I’m super excited. I’m sure all my other cats will hate me for a bit for bringing another baby into the house, but they need a sibling.

BaxterMarie will have the biggest adjustment as I bottle feed the kitten and wean it properly.

So excited.

Happy Holidays to all of you…my friends and followers. All the best to you and your families.

Be sweet, my lovelies.

November 2016 Day 23

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I have been out of the house all day, hence the late posting and no NaNoWriMo word count. I’ll have to work on that tonight. Today I ran errands everywhere. Even down to the next town, which is about 40-45 minutes away.

So I’m keeping the blogging to a minimum today. Sorry folks. L

Now to BlogHers prompt for today:
Nov. 23: What’s the weirdest/grossest thing your pet has ever done?

Jeffrey Jones. I don’t know what makes him do it, but he loves just SHOVING his nose in the girls butts. I’m talking aggressive shoving. AND THEY LET HIM!! They just stand there and are like ‘okay, dude, whatever floats your boat.’

And Jeffrey is fixed. He has never even sprayed. I don’t think he’s aware that he can!

He’s just weird.

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November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

“Are we there yet?”

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

November 2016 Day 18

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I’m sitting in the library with my small group of Wrimos. Only 2 so far. One I am really glad is here because she hasn’t been able to make it to any of the other events, so this is great to see here again. We had met at last year’s events. Wonderful young woman.

I’m still in pain, but I took my stupid pills, and that was sort of a no-no. I didn’t realize just how stupid these pills make me until I got in the truck with all my NaNo supplies and started driving. Ugh.

So now I am just coping with the pain until the event is over and I get home. I brought the pills with me though, just in case.

I’m happy to say that I sent a proposal to the library system on holding Creative Writing Seminars, to include just what NaNoWriMo and things like BlogHer challenges are all about.

They accepted my proposal, so we will be doing on every other month starting in January leading up to NaNoWriMo. I’m so excited, and nervous. This is stepping way out of my comfort zone, but it’s something I am passionate about. And I have so many people supporting me and cheering me on, it’s wonderful.

So, let’s move on to the BlogHer Prompt
Nov. 18: What’s the dumbest thing you and a partner have ever fought about?

Where do I even start? We have fought about colors, choosing meat, how to properly crack an egg, hand-mixing vs. an electric mixer.

We have fought about so man stupid little things its unreal. And I don’t entertain it for long. After trying to even get him to see things from my side, which he believes his side is the only side, I turn around and head to my office, leaving warning that anyone that dares enter with be beheaded with one of my lovely swords. Worse yet, I’ll sic my cats on them.

😀

A short one today, I know, and I’m sorry. I have a near infinite supply of dumb fights, but honestly, I don’t like to give out that much of my person froo froo romantic life side. Nice thing about not being married…you can get out of a relationship that is getting toxic. However, this man in my life is great, he’s just him, and I’m just me. He calls me a ‘mean-ass’ and I tell him to grow some balls from time to time. Typical relationship stuff, yes?

Be sweet, my lovelies…

November 2016 Day 17

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Hello! So, let’s start off with a Public Service Announcement. ZOE IS IN PAIN. Also, Zoe has taken some painkillers that kind of make her stupid. Zoe also received TWO bilateral cortisone shots in her back today and they hurt like a…well…I am not going to swear and curse and offend anyone…let us just image all those bad words you would get your mouth washed out with soap for. ~nods~

In addition, no NaNoWriMo word count thus far. I tried writing before I left for the doctor’s appointment, but the pain was just too bad and I was cold. Like, freezing cold.

Excuses, excuses, I know. ~hangs head in shame~

So, on to BlogHer Blog a Day….

Today’s BlogHer prompt:
Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets? 

Pets are like toddlers, nothing on the lower shelves are safe. My cats are like so many you see on the YouTube videos of cats looking owners directly in the eye and knocking something over, pleased as punch at the shattering noise they’ve managed to make.

I have also learned that, for me, losing a beloved pet is like losing a child. My child was grown, my Fat Cat was a therapy animal. We bonded immediately. She guarded me…viciously. She was known to even chase my own daughter down the hall to keep her away from me. If you did not have her permission, Fat Cat did not think you needed to be near me.

Very overprotective cat, very aware of my moods and movements, able to soothe me like no one else ever. She was utterly perfect…and then she got bit by that dog, developed an internal wound, underwent surgery to try to correct it, had a feeding tube inserted so I could tend to her myself in the comforts of her own home…and she lost her battle in the end. My world instantaneously shattered.

When I got my other cats, Fat Cats toys and clothes were put away, and the new terrors received their own toys…tried the clothes, none of them like them like Fat Cat did.

I had Fat Cat cremated. I wear a silver paw print pendant around my neck, only taking it off when going into the water such as swimming or showering…it contains a bit of Fat Cats ashes. In addition, I have a beautiful urn for Fat Cat that sits right up here in the cubby on the top hutch of my desk so that she is always looking down on me.

So, I am a little morbid. Yeah, I know I am. I have two little shines dedicated to Fat Cat. That was my baby, and she had to move on.

On a happier note, I believe my little ‘forever kitten’ BaxterMarie is channeling Fat Cat in some ways. Wow, does she do a lot of the naughtier things Fat Cat used to do.

Quinney is the sweetheart of the three. She talks back…to the point of it becoming an argument. However, she is so cute and fluffy and knows how to work that angle; she gets away with murder.

Then there is Jeffrey Jones. Big cat. You would think he was the dominant one of the house….ooohh nooo…not Jeff. Most timid thing ever. But also so utterly adorable.

Put the three cats together in playtime or after a little hit of catnip and you would swear it was like the NasCar of the cat world up in this house. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Well, maybe not that so much. It’s really surprising how three cats can sound like a trampling herd of buffalo sometimes.

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Well, it’s time for me to nap away some of this pain.
Be sweet, my lovelies!

November 2016 Day 8

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My word count for NaNoWriMo was much better than I managed yesterday. Its only a little after 10am and I’ve managed to squeeze 2567 words out of my head and into a nice chapters. Completely scrapped the old chapter that I had been working on. I was supposed to be ‘revising’ but this is turning into a complete re-write. I’m happy with the way I’ve changed things, however. I felt Book Two wasn’t being true to Addisons character. So, I’ve re-written it, bringing more of what was seen in The Road of Darkness back. Very pleased.

 

Now, onto the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 8: If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be and why? How would it change who you are now?

 

I would have never jumped the gun and gotten married at 18. It ended in divorce. A messy and hateful divorce. We are friends now, a great support to one another, but there are things that can’t be forgotten and words that can’t be unspoken even after so many years. We keep them tucked and buried away. We are both there for our daughter. She has a support system that was lacking when she was little.

The downside of this would be that I wouldn’t have my daughter.

If I never had my daughter, my life wouldn’t be the same at all. I probably would have fallen victim even worse to my mental disorders, been locked away and forgotten. I may not even be alive. I would have never been urge that one little step further to actually publish any of my writings or share my artwork.

I would be a sad little woman, probably bitter and cold to everyone, except cats. As a matter of fact, I would truly be a ‘crazy cat lady’ in some derelict neighborhood somewhere.

Whats wrong with me? :[

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So, I know I’ve been pretty quiet lately, other than on my short story sites where I’m posting like a demon to get these short story compilations out. Most of them are already here on this blog, but there are about 30 more over on Jukepop, Wattpad, Tablo, Bublish, Medium, and of course, Niume. Go to Niume. Go to Niume. Read all the stories, drink all the coffee! Go to Niume.

I decided to do a bit of rearranging this weekend. You know me, my bright ideas. BLAGH. I got rid of the loveseat that was here in my office, and then today I was digging through a box to put my lovely pretties on my bookcase tops and whatnot and BAM! Sliced up on arm on something in that box. Dont know what it was, but ironixlly enough, I keep all my medical supplies in there. >.<

So I was bleeding like a stuck pigs, the wound is deep, but not long. I grabbed a dirty handtowel and wrapped it up and went to the ER for stitches. I was there for roughly 3 hours. Maybe longer. I didnt wear my watch, but it felt like forever.

I’m back here at home and not going near that box any time soon.

The office is coming together nicely though. Not that it didnt look smashing before, but it was time for a change. And without the loveseat I have much more floor space for the kitties.

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     The kitties on catnip.
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Just thought everyone would like to see the kitties, because…KITTIES!
I’ll be taking it easy and uploading more short stories to Niume and Medium.
 ~whispers in your ear~ GO READ.
~squishes my loves~

Hard pressed goal reached…

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So, I managed to complete Camp NaNoWriMo.

Let me tell you, it was a task. Crazy head full of ideas, but getting them out of the head and on to the page was an entirely other matter.

I managed.

In other news, well, there isnt much other news. Not at the time. Things are just ambling along at a snails pace. I find myself flip flopping on what I want to do at any given time.

I have made some purchases for myself lately, however. Mostly books…whodathunkit?

I did managed to find this ADORABLE trinket box that looks like an old fashioned tyepwriter. I’ll snaps some pics when it comes in. I also found a coaster set that looks like an old timey typewriter as well.

I love the look of old time typewriters, but honestly, I wouldnt want one. I wouldnt use it. I love my PC and laptops. Besides, if I ever get that craving some writers do to hear the clickity clack and dings of a real typewriter, I have a program for that. Sometimes I turn it on when writing. Only thing is, I forget to turn it off and striking any key will clank, and its worse when I put my headphones on. Yeah, it can be loud.

The kittehs are all doing well. Terrible as always. The daughter is doing well, too. Also terrible.

I had lunch last week with my lovely friend Stephanie down in Dothan. It was great, and getting out of my safety zone and talking with someone face to face was so nice. I had been feeling burdened, or low, and that perked me right up.

Well, off for now. This Alabama heat is killing me. It wouldnt be so bad if it werent so humid!

Love and squishes my dears!

Blech. July

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So, the month of July has not been kind to me at all.

I’m feeling bummed and depressed, but I’ve had a recent change in anti-depressants, so thats expected. Still getting used to them.

But, nothing seems to being going as planned. I’m irritable and moody and by no way a joy to be around in any way, shape or form.

Maybe because I am turning another year older? I dont think thats it. The though doesnt really bother me.

I know I am cranky with the people in this house. Not really my kid. She’s been good, and since getting her own employment back, her mood had raised significantly.

The cats are all doing well. One thing that will bum me out next month, is that it will mark a year since Fat Cats passing. I know I will be a wreck.

But why am I so pissy now other than having to deal with one other human who does need to be punched in the throat but I dont wanna go to jail. Why should I let this prick irritate me so much? Blech.

We’ve had daily storms here, which I DO find soothing, but they make it dreadful out when the sun comes back out. It turns this place into a steambath. But, for the most part, I keep my butt indoors.

I have been writing, but its really been sub-par, and my word counts arent reaching my daily goals. I am falling short. That makes me sad. I am trying to find motivation and a kick to the pants. With Camp NaNo, I just feeling like I’m falling behind. Total suckage.

I am seeing no bright sides lately. Thats bad.

Maybe I need more cats.

My summer vacation…

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Well, I know I just sort of disappeared and fell off the Earth.
I AM BACK!! MWAHAHAHAHA!! ~ahems~

So, where did I go and what have I been doing?

First, I’m sad the Zombie Apocalypse hasn’t happened yet. I’M WAITING!!

My moms and pops traveled all the way up here to sunny, hot and humid Southern Alabama from Guatemala to take care of some important things, such as social security, banking, and renewing their retiree military IDs.
While here, my aunt also came into town, along with her hubby and one of my cousins.

We all had a great time. Can we say POOL PARTIES!!! And, it was my moms birthday while they were here, so that was another celebration!

It was a really great time, and an escape I needed.

I also got myself a gym membership! I adore Planet Fitness.

With all the fun in the sun however, I managed to get myself a bit of sun poisoning. It wasnt too bad, but annoying nonetheless.

My sister also came to visit. We always have a great time when she’s here.

My bestie (LP) and I are plotting world domination…I mean planning on her coming to visit me over here on this side of the States. Beware all.

I managed to catch a cold somehow, and was miserable for a week. Blah. Still recovering.

My furbabies are all doing great. All happy cats.

My daughter is doing AWESOME! She found herself the most AWESOMEST JOB EVER!! She is still doing all her normal paralegal stuff, but she works from home, making a buttload of money. She has only been with the Firm about 3 weeks, but they love her, and she has proven to be a perfect fit. Maybe she will look towards actually going to law school beyond her paralegal degree. A mom can hope.

So, July marks the starts of another Camp NaNoWriMo, and I’ve set myself at a pretty low word count. Short stories once again, sort of like dipping my toes into the waters once again.

I have been sharing some of my ~ahem~ smut stories with a fellow writer friend in my local area. She shared some of hers with me as well. She likes what I’ve got and wants to see more, so that is motivating me quite a bit to publish some of the 13 erotica novels I have, after getting them edited and getting cover designs. My erotica collection will be E-Book only.

November I plan to get back to my roots on the original task of finishing up the continuation of my first published novel. It seems intimidating right now. GRAH.

In my gaming and role play world, I have gone back to my original game, sort of testing the waters there to bring my character back into society once again. And in the other, well, today, actually, I had planned on bringing those characters out of their self-imposed exiles. So, writing will be had, and maybe even a character death. GASP!

How have you all been?? Send me comments, email, what have you…I know its only the 1st of July, but how has everyone been??

Oh, yeah…my broken foot is finally healed…I think…haha. I mean, I havent done anything to break it further. YAY!

The kids

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Also, let me give a shout out to Patricia, who once again has lifted my spirits by sending me a little care package of loot! LOVE ALL THE STUFF!❤