* Yesterday I geared myself up to take L.'s advice about practicing for pics with a webcam only to find my computer does not acknowledge my webcam anymore. Hours of aggro later (mostly due to my stubbornness), it would not work not even after reinstalling a bunch of crap and fighting with tech support. This morning out of curiousity, I wanted to see how much a laptop compatible webcam would be. An HP with shipping from Amazon was $30. Sigh. I bought it.
* L. has kindly offered to take pics of me tonight as she and W. are joining myself, J^1, J^2 and
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maharet101 for a low key dinner party. Vodka tonics, wine, beer, basic italian. I'm excited and trepedatious about this. I think she feels mostly trepedatious about it because I am *notorously* horrible to shoot. I told her to tell me what to do and not worry about offending my delicate gf sensibilities.
* Operation Sexyback is still in motion. I'm using rubber band therapy to work on mean thoughts about myself which is having the interesting reaction of occasional withdrawn junkie behavior. I notice when I get anxious and can't use any of my regular coping mechanisms, I start itching and any kind of actual scab I have to start picking at it. I . . .don't know. Well, given my mom will bite her nails and cuticles until they're bloody/pick at scabs too, so maybe I do know. At any rate, in my meditations, I was advised to knock that shit off by Crow because if I keep picking at my "feathers" I won't be able to fly. O how the crazy comes out when trying to stop being crazy! So now I'm trying not to emotionally or physically pick at myself. Aiyiyi.
* Last night, James and I had our date night and watched
Astrópía which is a super cute Icelandic movie about a spoiled rich girl with over the top fashion who comes to work at a gaming store and starts RPG'ing. We ordered dominos. Pros: Asked for less cheese and less sauce and asked for canadian bacon and spinach for my toppings and it was thin thin crust. Cons: my sauce was alfredo and I ate the whole medium. I did eat slowly and had a low fat ice cream sandwich and a vitamuffin for dessert instead of lava cake. Not sure if I totally over did it or not with no scale torture. I didn't *feel* like I was overeating, but who knows.
* I bit the bullet and started doing product descriptions for DS. It's always a pain to learn soemthing new, but the research is way less intensive and the pay is the same as a fact sheet but it's always a clusterfuck when DS tries out a new format, generally in picking a category. I wrote a GPS description and my choices for catagories were crazy like: abortion clinic, cemetaries, and carnival supplies. I figure, that's my copyeditor's problem.
* Harlequin rejected CoC which was a bummer. I don't think my male characters are alpha enough. I guess because I surrounded myself with enough alpha dbag guys for long enough that I'm not particularly romantic about the idea. I think it's going to need to be more of a "renegade" publisher that realizes that not every chick fantasizes about an alpha type. I'm currently of the mindset that all my fiction writing is going to be for fun. I'll stick to short stories primarily for now because it's what I have time for and I'll shop them. Maybe I'm not meant to be a novelist, maybe I'm meant to write magic books. Or maybe if I work on the novel I was working on a typewriter for fun, it will get picked. Who knows. I'm getting paid to write, albeit nonfiction so I'm thinking the fiction will be for fun and if it doesn't get chosen for various things, oh well.
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