Life Viewed Through an Amber Focus

Oh, my gosh, I will be glad when Girl Scout season is over. The aggressive sales tactics make me want to be a mean person. If a person is making a wide circle around you and refusing to meet your eyes, jumping in front of them, waving your arms and shouting, "Do you want to buy some Girl Scout cookies!?" is not acceptable.

I was a freaking GS. We were taught to use manners above all else when selling cookies. We were also not allowed to camp outside of stores and harass people. And seriously, if someone says no to you on the way in, do NOT ask them again on the way out. I had to tell the girl to get out of my way.

I really wanted to tell off their father. Aside from their aggression, they were running in front of people's shopping carts, including a lady on an oxygen tank, cutting them off, and getting in everyone's way. The Campfire Girls don't act like this when they sell their mints, but every year for the past seven, the Girl Scouts have gotten progressively worse.

Cursing out a GS is really bad form, but I have never been so tempted in my life, as I was today! But that would make me as bad as them. *sighs*

Why is it so hard to write a wedding scene this time around? I've written five or six or quite possibly...ten weddings and I have never had so much trouble with it. I think I just want to skip ahead to the events surrounding the birth of Charlie, but dang it, I need to get through this chapter first. I really need to get over it because I will have to do a wedding for Pink Moon and I will have to do a wedding for Leap of Faith and eventually a wedding for A Sky Without Clouds (working title, book 3 of Zeppelin's verse way, way, waaaaaaay down the road) and some kind of private exchange of faithfulness for Ten and Rose towards the end of season 2 of Moments in Darkness. Maybe I'll have it pass in a haze and move on to the reception. The end goal of You're What? really isn't about the wedding, it's about the baby. Maybe I'm just overthinking things. Ugh. I guess I'll be like Scarlett O'Hara and think about it tomorrow.

I am having an extremely bad pain day.  Vicodin doesn't even seem to touch it.  I feel like a walking pharmacy.  I guess it's a good thing I finished and posted chapter thirty of Leap of Faith last night because I never would have been able to do it today.  18 days until my surgery.  I wish they could also take out the damn pain center in my brain while they are at it.  And also my knee chose today to act up as well.  I am seriously feeling sorry for myself.  I hate it when I get like this.  I am generally such an optimist, but right now I just want to curl up in a dark room and sleep my life away.  And I'm pretty sure I'm getting a UTI, just for the fun topper on that particular cake.  Since my pre-op appointment is on Thursday, I'm really hoping not, because I can't be sick or they'll cancel the surgery.  I've drunk about a gallon of cranberry juice.  I hate being so miserable and having such a bad attitude.  It isn't me and I don't like it.

( My Nerves, They Were Got On ).


Still, it really was a good day.  I got some writing done.  I'm almost done (I hope) with the next chapter of You're What?  And I worked a bit on Leap of Faith, which is going even slower, but at least it is going.

I'm in the middle of Zombie Friday, so I should get back to it.  Not a zombie movie tonight, but an end of the world apocalypsey type thing.  If it is good I will post on it tomorrow.

1.  People who do not use their blinkers to signal their intentions on the freeway during rush hour.

2.  People who tailgate when you are already going 5 mph over the speed limit and there is NO ONE in the passing lane, conditions are good, and they still will not pass you.

3.  People who pass you and then proceed to slow down to 5 mph slower than the speed limit.

4.  People that pass a semi-truck (lorry for you Brits) and do not give them enough room so that they have to slam on their brakes and fishtail, risking every other life on the freeway.

5.  People entering traffic who are supposed to yield but refuse to.


Can you tell I had to drive on the freeway today?

Also, to not leave things on a totally negative note, seen on a t-shirt in the high school parking lot:

Haikus are easy
But they don't always make sense
Refrigerator

I will be glad when school is out.


I appear to be over my writer's block (or perhaps canon cockblock is a better term).  Things are coming along slowly but surely.


I am rewatching Fringe. ( Spoilers if you've not seen Fringe and intend to watch it which you really should, I mean come on, JJ Abrams out Josses Joss )

Why are there not more Fringe/Doctor Who Pete's World crossover fics?  The setup is perfect, much better than some of the ones I've seen for other shows.

I spent almost two weeks working on my Noir fic and then yesterday somebody posted one that had such a similar plot to mine that it was like she was in my head the entire time I was writing it.  Only I didn't see it until today.  It is so frustrating.  I've been trying to rework it so that it is different enough to not sound like the same story written from a different character's view point, but I'm having a hard time.  There's just not enough time left to do it.  I sitll plan to finish it but I don't think it will be in time for the challenge deadline which is like...four hours away.  I'd probably have better luck writing a new one from scratch at this point.

*puts nose back down to the grindstone*