[Goals 2010 Update]

1. Spirituality

* Mala'ing!
* Spirit walking. I was getting some kind of reading using some kind of method I had never seen before when my alarm clock went off. V. annoying.
* Spell experiment still happening


2. Get in better shape

* Treadmilled for an hour on Friday
* New plan: Yoga every day except Friday. Friday treadmill for an hour +


3. Writing

* Did research to finish the Countess of Courtesans (CoC) rewrite, now have about half done. Need to finish asap as it needs to be mailed out ideally on 2/24.

* Current dealines:
March 1st - Bite (. . . .shit. Sigh. That's coming up a lot faster than I thought)
Romantica - March 15th (. . . .ditto)
LBGT Erotica - April 1st
Mammouth Best Erotica - April 30
Erotica - May 1st (3K)

. . . .so basically, I need to be a romantica machine for the next couple months, which is why crafting will have somewhat of a back seat.


4. Crafting

* See above. I am still spinning as spinning keeps me sane. I will hopefully be able to sneak a dolly in here and there when possible, I'm going to ask shardkin to set up my sewing machine in the dining room for me.


5. Other

* Keeping track of my misc spending has kept me on the straight and narrow

* Counting a few undeadlined items, all of the places I want to submit to = 9 which = a magical number which = something I'm going to do for Trevia which = I get to be the first test subject

* Spinning is an apt hobby for me right now. I'm spinning straw into gold through spinning yarn and spinning erotica.

* Tax returns situated! I'm getting a decent return, which is good.

* I'm v. focused on making money right now, through work and second stream incomes. But it means I'm also pretty worn out.

* Working more on the house, we're getting there. Nothing too big of note.

[NfaSIR] Do you get all your murder weapons from Home Depot?

* The reality of my writing deadlines are sinking in like a lead balloon on my sterum. Hey writers! I could use some commiseration here! Because I don't wanna like whoa! But if I don't, honestly, I'm basically boned on anthologies for the year, the way things work out so if I ever want to be a big girl writer I need to stop fucking around. But right now *anything* sounds better than writing - scrubbing the toilet, scrubbing the tub, treadmilling for an hour, or, preferrably, lying on the couch eating a pint of ice cream and watching a lifetime movie.

* I had a perfect valentine's day. My perfect valentine's day = spent with my two bfs and they both brought me cards and flowers and prezzies and then we went to Skylark where I shared a cheese plate (nommmmmmmm!), lobster bisque, filet mignon sandwich with fries and gravy, and shared a chocolate bomb. I drank a red wine tasting flight and a cafe patron. We then went home where we watched Toddlers and Tiaras and had a beer together while I spun.
Jow: All your holidays you're happiest are when you get presents and to eat and drink excessively.
Me: Look, I don't bother you about what makes you happy.

* For you pervs, I wore my black training corset and sheer red lace underthings. I had a matching rose in my hair.

* Saturday I hung out with Miss April. We gossiped like whoa, I took her to crumbs and we went to a buffet for lunch and went back to the house for a couple beers.

* I made delicious tilapia in a lemon butter caper sauce with roasted sunchokes.

* Saw Valentine's Day with Mothra V-day afternoon, it was v. v. cute. She got me a bee that giggles insanely which we both like.

(no subject)

I've been working so hard on CoC. This is like the third rewrite, which I know is supposed to be fairly standard in the industry and I'm working on getting better focused on the relationship between the hero and the herione (. . .which I know should sounds like a "duh" statement, but there's usually a lot of other things that go into a romantica - world building, friendships, sometimes a mystery plot, etc, etc) and . . . .I'm just having a total diva moment (which some of you can relate to, I know) in which I feel completely insecure about this story and all of my writing.

What if I never get anything published ever again? What if all of these years of dreaming of being a writer are for nothing? What if I'm just not very good? What if I've been writing and rewriting this story for nothing? What if I get rejected from every place I write for this year? This is where being spoiled becomes a problem. For a double trout like myself, I have a fairly good acceptance rate. But I worry that maybe it was just beginners' luck.

Insecure. Blah. Insecure. Blah.