soulswallo: (Dr Horrible-Evil evil evil)
Thursday, July 21st, 2011 09:24 pm
Do you guys remember all the times that I got it in my head that I needed a project and then proceeded to choose the most INANE things to project on? Yeah. Me, too. Oh, the hijinks that ensued that time I decided that I was going to listen to every song on my iPod at least one time within a calendar year. And, of course, being that I can't just have a project but I have to have a project, dahling, I ended up listening to every song within a three month period. I think I had that iPod on constantly for weeks on end. Which is probably why it crashed and burned and left me weeping.

But I digress. I get it in my head that I need a project and somehow it blows up and ends up being a huge-ass experience and I'm like, "Whoa. What just happened?" Yeah, I totally channeled Keanu there. Whoa. Speaking of Keanu, for some reason I've been wanting to watch Johnny Mnemonic recently. I don't know why. That movie really isn't very good. I mean, if I'm going to go the Keanu route I should really go with The Matrix which is both entertaining and weirdly cool and not just weird. Right?

Anyway. My latest project. Yeah. I decided that I wanted to redo the tags at my book blog to make them more user friendly. That makes sense, right? Because people aren't going to bother going to your blog if they can't find the things they're looking for. I spent HOURS yesterday adding author names to all the posts. That's 750+ posts, guys. SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY PLUS! And I did it. And then I decided that while that was good, it wasn't good enough. Today I'm going back through those posts and re-tagging them to make them even easier to navigate. I think my head might explode. EXPLODE!

Why do I do this to myself? Oh, wait. I remember. It's because I have an excess of awesomeness. *face palm*

I do have a few bookish things to get out of the way...
Book #289 - Heartless (The Parasol Protectorate #4) by Gail Carriger - Oh, how I love this series. I'm sad that I have to wait a year to see how it ends. :(
Book Blogger Hop, Follow Friday & Tagalong Friday (07/22/11) - I'm not a fan of classics, I ramble on Twitter and *fans self* nice picture!

On top of all that up there, I also wrote up this note for my sister this morning...

I think the underlining really brings the point across that this is VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS!

Okay. I'm off.
soulswallo: (Psych-quote-the best nutshelling)
Thursday, October 28th, 2010 10:03 pm
Yo! I had a ebook talk-thing, or maybe they referred to it as an e-publishing seminar, at the Morgan Hill library that I was planning on going to tonight. Then I found out that Rachel Caine (author of the outstanding Morganville Vampires series) was going to be doing a signing in Palo Alto, which is about 45 minutes away from where I live. So I blew off the e-pub thing and went to the signing. I loved it! First off, it was a panel with three authors. At first, I had some issues with the etiquette involved when there was more than one author present. Like, do you just go to the author you know? Do you buy a book from the other author/s? Do you ignore them and hope they don't make eye contact? These were questions that were gnawing on me.

When I got there (extremely early, mind you), I took a look at the books by the other authors but I didn't know which were the first in the series or anything. So I just settled myself in and decided to play things by ear.

First off, Rachel Caine also got there early and she not only thanked me for being there, she gave me a hug for being so damn early. Yes, I tweeted that. It was cool. I was like, dude. Then, one of the authors was cracking my shit up. Cracking. She writes Zombie books of the humorous variety and she was all decked out with a Zombie shirt and a clutching hand hair clip and severed hand earrings. She was basically wearing the most outstanding outfit EVER. And she was funny. Deeply, nonsensically funny. So I bought the first book in her series and the first book in the other author's series and had TEN BOOKS signed by Rachel Caine. Plus I took pictures.

The one with Stacey Jay (the Zombie author) is a little blurry, but you get the point. Isn't Rachel Caine just awesome. She signed TEN BOOKS for me. TEN! I also scored a new bracelet (from the other author who I didn't take a picture with) and some bookmarks. Sweet!

Best day ever? Maybe. More exciting than an e-publishing talk at my local library? Oh, yeah.

Anyway. Book stuff that doesn't have to do with hugging and/or Zombies.
Booking Through Thursday - Skeletons on the Bookshelf - Where I somehow start babbling about how I don't like LJ Smith. Umm, yeah. That totally wasn't the topic, Kel.
30 days of books... Day 46 - Arrgh! Plunder on the high seas! Now with virtuous maidens and lusty captains!

Umm, that coffee I drank earlier was possibly laced with some sort of drug. You know, like caffeine. Or something. *blink, blink*
I'm out.
soulswallo: (Calvin-Crap! I'm caught in a spider web!)
Sunday, October 3rd, 2010 07:17 pm
I had a horrible, horrible incident with a moth earlier and I think I'm scarred for life. First off, I loathe flying bug-type things. Even hummingbirds scare me. The way they hum and buzz and flit. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF IT GOT CAUGHT IN MY HAIR? AND MY HAIR'S SO SHORT THE DAMN THING WOULD BE NESTING ON MY SCALP! I SERIOUSLY CAN'T HANDLE THINKING ABOUT THIS! Holy smokes, I'm freaking out about a fictional hummingbird. There was no hummingbird. The moth, on the other hand, was real. Cole noticed it last night but it was up near the ceiling and I was all cool and stuff and said "Don't worry, son. We'll be fine." Cut to today when the fucking thing was WALKING ACROSS MY BED!

That is just so wrong on so very, very many levels. *shudder*

In my calm and meditative (and extremely zen-like) way, I jumped out of my chair, flapped my hands around like something deranged and shrieked "MOTH! MOTH! MOTH!" as I ran from the room. Cole, Hailey and the dogs followed me out and found me hunkered down in Cole's room rocking and scrubbing repeatedly at my arms. I'm kidding about that last part. But I was in Cole's room and I was trying to shut the door on them because what if the moth had followed them and it was trying to get in that room with me?

That is a very serious question, people. Very serious.

I had to leave my room for a while but now I'm back. I have no idea where the moth is. I don't particularly want to know where it is. If it flutters through I'll probably scream like a 13-year-old Bieber fan meeting my idol for the first time.

But you know what? As long as I can't see it, it must be gone. Right? RIGHT?!?!?

*deep breath*

Bookish stuff:
Book #195 - Demon Dreamer: A Captive Souls Story by Vivi Anna - In summation: Meet, fuck, love.
30 days of books... Day 21 - The curse of the free Kindle books or maybe I need to read the synopsis a little better before downloading.

I have a bunch of things I need to get done- Two more reviews to write, a couple of updates on my web pages, conquer the internet so I can build a secret moth-free lair and steeple my fingers diabolically whenever I want. You know, the usual.

soulswallo: (Stock-Nature-Oblivion)
Friday, October 1st, 2010 08:39 pm
Oh, Twitter. You and I have become such good friends since I bought my smart phone. Now I can post stupid and annoying pictures of myself doing things that no sane person would normally do at all hours of the day and night. I can take pictures of my shoes and socks and fingerless gloves. You never mock me for doing this, Twitter, and for that I thank you. You take my pictures and you put them up on your website and let the entire internet gasp in awe at my over-the-knee socks.

Now that it's almost Halloween I can post pictures of me decorating my house. Like this:

If you can't tell, that's a heart dangling on the side. Oh, man, I love Halloween. I glued all those spiders on by myself. There was a whole glue incident and I've been peeling glue off my fingertips for the bulk of the day. Maybe I'm down to skin now. I don't know. Does it really matter?

One thing I've learned from all this, dear Twitter, is that the bulk of authors I follow are all as sadistic as hell and they like to torment their creations. This is somewhat like a mad scientist, I think. Which is interesting since it's October and I've just hung a heart from the table outside. I kinda feel like I've found my place in the world. And that's all thanks to you, Twitter. You've made me realize that wearing at least one piece of skull-adorned clothing everyday and liking tattoos on men and saying "fuck" often and loudly are normal. Well, normal for people who talk to themselves and write about imaginary people.

Yep, I fit right in.

Speaking of which, tomorrow's Zombie Watch should be starting around 10:30 or so. Bring it!

Okay, enough about my Twitter love.
Books. Things that go book in the night. All things bookish.
Book Blogger Hop - I posted this last night but I'm kinda in love with the banner I made and I want everybody to look at it and tell me how utterly awesome I am. No, really. Tell me. I won't mind.
30 days of books... Day 19 - A series I wanted to read but couldn't get into. Yet I still have one of the books. Go figure.
An awesome contest held by one of my favorite authors! - Moira Rogers and Vivian Arend are teaming up to give out a virtual ton of books. You don't have to do anything but tell them you're interested. Free books, guys. Free books. That is all.

Okay. Enough babbling. I have to get tomorrow's early morning post put together so I can go out and make sure the Zombies don't invade Morgan Hill any more than they already have with a clear conscience. Which reminds me: I'm writing motherfucking Zombie Apocalypse fiction with the outstanding [ profile] oddmonster. That girl has some mad writing skillz.

I'm out.
soulswallo: (Fringe-stock-butterfly)
Sunday, September 19th, 2010 08:19 pm
Dammit, guys! Why didn't somebody take me firmly by the shoulders when I said that I was going to start reading The Hunger Games trilogy and say something along the lines of ... "Kelly, we know you're borderline obsessive and we're concerned that if you start this series it's going to suck you in and you're going to daydream about the various ways that Katniss will end up with Peeta even though you'll think that Gale is a nice guy."??????? I probably would have blown you off, but ... arrgh!

I will say that I'm glad glad glad glad glad that I waited until all three books were out to start the series. I don't think I could have handled being left hanging. And this is when I'm only halfway through book 2. *sigh* My stalker-esque tendencies are coming out in full force here.

So, in case you couldn't figure it out, I finished a book...
Book #185 - The Hunger Games (Hunger Games #1) by Suzanne Collins - Sucked me in, spit me out. I think I might be drooling now.

I also have this ...
30 days of books... Day 7 - Why Anita Blake and I are seeing other people for the time being. We're on a BREAK, people. A BREAK!

Tomorrow is the day of dooooom for the novel and I. We're going to see if our relationship can weather the storm of revising that is nigh upon us. It's a strong relationship, founded on serial killing werewolves and full-moon moments. I have great hopes for us. I also have the opening line of a new story/book/whatever. I need to write that down.

Cole's been feeling a little unwell this evening. Poor guy. He keeps giving me the pained look.

Okay. I have a book to read.
soulswallo: (TW-Gwen-Tough day)
Friday, September 3rd, 2010 08:52 pm
Damn, my room is hot. Yuck. Sweaty, sticky hot are not things I enjoy being.

Okay, so I mentioned that I cut my hair the other day. Here's proof.

You can probably tell that I hate having pictures taken of me. I hate even more when I'm the one taking them. So, you get a side-ish view because the front on ones weren't good. And you couldn't see how short I cut my hair.

By the by, I think everyone should give me creative props for my purple bra with a green tank top. I'm totally not a fashion follower, yo. Yeah, I'm a rebel! A rebel with a purple bra! A rebel who isn't afraid to shout to the rooftops that she's got mad color matching skills!

(Psst. You'd almost have to say that a purple/green combo like that makes me excessively awesome.)

Anyway. Writing talk.
I got through the scene I was working on last night. I totally know where I need the next scene to end up. Getting from where I am now to where I need to be is more difficult than you'd think.

I'm inching along at this point, but at least I'm still moving forward. The really sad part? most of that was written after last night's journal entry.

So. One big fucking revelation later and we've got a few answers to a few questions. Now I just need to get from point A to point B before my head explodes!

There you have it.
I'm done. Later.
soulswallo: (Stock-Nature-Oblivion)
Friday, August 20th, 2010 09:38 pm
Dudes, I am so excessively awesome it hurts. How so? you ask. Well, let me tell you.

I got 45 minutes of sleep last night. Seriously. Forty-five minutes. And that's more than I was planning on. See, my mom and Heather and Hailey needed a ride to the airport this morning for an eeeeaaaaarly flight to Washington state. They're going to a wedding for one of my cousins, I didn't want to take Cole out of school. Not the point, really. They had to be at the airport at 5:30 AM. Meaning we had to leave at 5. Meaning I had to get up at 4:30 so I could take the dogs out and get dressed and all that fun stuff.

So, being the BRILLIANT person that I am, I think ... "Hmm, I usually go to sleep around 2 or 3. Is 2-ish hours of sleep even worth it? Should I just stay up all night and sleep while Cole's at school? That's sounds fantastic! Operation Stay Up All Night and Sleep the Morning Away will commence!"

You know, I was doing just fine until about 3. Then I kept looking at the clock and thinking ... "Damn. Am I insane?" By 3:45 I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. So I slept from 3:45 to 4:30 when my alarm went off. Amazingly, I wasn't a total Zombie after that. I did my thing with the family, got Cole off to school and ended up sleeping from 7:30 to 1. Not too shabby, I guess.

Next time I get the idea to stay up all night because it would be so amazing and FUN, just roll your eyes at me and smirk. I'll understand. On the plus side, I got some late night/early morning writing done. Which is to be expected, really.


Another 2K word day. I like those. Today's writing was all sex. All of it. There was no part that wasn't sex. What? It's a porny werewolf book! They have sex. A lot. As the author of said porny werewolf book, I end up writing it. A lot. It works out well for everyone involved.

Cole has 3 friends spending the night. Thus far they've been well-behaved. Plus, they're listening to Green Day and My Chemical Romance downstairs so I get tune-age whenever I venture out of my room. Sweet.

I'm done.
soulswallo: (SCC-Terminator exoskeleton)
Saturday, August 14th, 2010 10:18 pm
Sometimes my mom is a machine. A full-on cybernetic organism. Possibly, that makes me a 2nd generation Terminator, but don't quote me on that. The point of this is that my mom gets this insane urge to do things and she'll go wildly out of control and somehow rope me into helping her and all of a sudden I'm hauling empty pots off our patio to put into storage. I kid you not, this morning at 8 she had me out on the patio pulling our nasty tomato plants out of the pots so we could "tidy up". This is after she had already called me down for the annual cleansing of the garage freezer with ritual fire and sacrifice. Of course the freezer really did need to be cleaned (as shown by the deer meat we had in there from 2003 - in my family's defense, one of my uncles is a hunter who wastes no part of the animal he kills. However, that little aside doesn't excuse the fact that we've had that meat in there for SEVEN YEARS. Hell, we had to move it from one house to the next.) and now we might actually be able to put things into it again.


Now, I did think the sacrifice part of the morning was taking things a little too far, but since my mom is currently a Terminatrix I was forced to go along with her diabolical plans that will somehow probably help overthrow the weak humans and allow the MACHINES TO RULE SUPREME!

Also, we went to a barbecue today.
The end.
soulswallo: (TW-Gwen-Tough day)
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010 09:26 pm
This is going to be one of those nothing posts that people look at years later and go "Why? Why did you even bother firing up the computer if all you're going to write about is nothing?" The upside of this scenario is that people are looking at my journal years in the future and it's making them ask the tough questions. The downside? It's still a journal about nothing.

Yeah. Anyway. I finished the book that I've been belly-crawling over for the past few days.
Book #167 - Forsaken by Shadow by Kait Nolan - I ended up liking it, but I had a hard time connecting to the characters which is probably why it took me FOREVER to get through. Maybe it was the lack of explanation going in as to what paranormal/supernatural powers they had because once we hit the part where the other paranormals were teaming up with our mains and kicking ass, I found myself becoming much more interested. Cade has been living the last ten years of his life with a big fat hole in his memories. In fact, he remembers nothing prior to waking up in a hotel room with burned hands. For the past ten years, Embry believes the man she loved is dead and it isn't until her father is kidnapped and she has to mount a rescue mission that she finds out the truth. Finding him, giving him back his memories and convincing him to infiltrate a secure military base are just the beginning of her problems. Like I said, I ended up liking it, I just had a hard time plodding through the first half.

I'm putting myself on a strict "no new Kindle books that I have to pay for" regime for the next week. I seriously went a little out of control there for a while. Yeah. 100 books later. Oops. However, my one saving grave here is that Amazon does offer quite a few free reads that change often. Therefore I won't be totally hurting for new shapeshifting material. Awesome!

I'm off to do things that require very little brainpower. Or possibly to write, which requires large amounts of brainpower and a small, hand cranked generator to kick start my muse when she decides to lie down and take a nap.
soulswallo: (Books-KH-Black Magic Sanction-Rachel/Bis)
Monday, August 9th, 2010 07:14 pm
I've always been one of those people who wakes up disgustingly early. Like, crack of dawn early. Like, what the hell's wrong with you? early. All of a sudden I've been sleeping in every day. It started with me sleeping until 7 and it sort of plateaued with me getting up at 7:45 every morning. Today? 8:45. I feel like the apocalypse is nigh!

You might be thinking, "No one wants to hear about how you can keep your unemployed ass in bed until normal people get up!" While that might be technically true, I actually had a reason for mentioning it. See, Heather has been off work since her knee surgery and she goes back to work next Monday. Uggh. That means I'll be back to getting up at 5:45-ish so she can drop Hailey-bug off before heading out. Add that to the fact that the kids go back to school the following day and you can probably guess that I'm going to have a bitch of a time getting back into the swing of things.

Plus, there's that whole job thing where I'll probably have to get up early for. Which I'm still not looking forward to. I mean, really! Who needs to work? I mean, besides needing money for such basics as food and my mortgage and my disturbingly overwhelming book addiction, who needs it? WHO? I ASK YOU!

Have I mentioned how easy it is to buy books for my Kindle? TOO EASY! It's like, oh, I haven't read a book today about shapeshifters who have a space ship and need to have copious amounts of sex while navigating an asteroid belt. Let me browse the Kindle store ... Look! A book about shapeshifters in space! How fortuitous! *click* *buy* *too easy*

Speaking of books ...
Book #163 - In The Warrior's Bed by Mary Wine - It's been a long time since I read a full length historical. I liked the overall feel of the book, the writing was good, the characters were well developed, but I've been immersed in shapeshifters and their ilk for a while now and it was hard for me to change gears and jump into something so mundane. That said, I'm not sorry I picked the book up and I could easily see myself re-reading at when I'm more in a brawny Scotsman sort of mood. Story? When Cullen McJames is accused of defiling a rival clansman's daughter in the King's court, he takes the high road and decides to kidnap her and marry her to protect both of their names. High jinks and sexing ensue.

Book #164 - The Diamond Heartstone by Leila Brown - A very uneven story, with a heroine that acts one way in one scene and then has a complete turnaround in the next. If it had been expanded and better plotted, I could see it being a worthwhile read, but as is it really didn't do anything for me.

Book #165 - A Chance Encounter (Fae Encounters) by Leila Brown - Laid out better than the last book I read by this same author, it still stuttered a bit with the introduction of some concepts that weren't fully explored. Admittedly, this feels like the beginning of a larger story, so that could be addressed at a later date. A sex Fae meets twins who have the ability to control air. She's fleeing from those that would use her unique talent to enslave her, they're looking for a mate. Explosive sex occurs.

I'm currently reading 3 books. One is the next in the Carpathians series and it's taking me FOREVER to get through. One is a novella that's a follow-up to Boneshaker and I feel like I need to reacquaint myself with those characters before I can really dig into it. The third is this story that looks good on the outside but every time I sit down to read it my brain freezes up and I end up reading a chapter or two before setting it down. *sigh* I also have the 11th book in Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series sitting here staring me in the face.

I need to lay off the 99 cent Kindle reads for a while and get back to the good stuff.

Okay. I've rambled and babbled and spewed my awesomeness across the internet enough today.
soulswallo: (Heroes-Niki-Game on!)
Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 09:10 pm
You know, one thing I forgot to mention when writing up yesterday's Excess of Awesomeness post was that while I was getting my mocha snaked by the King of Jordan in a Morgan Hill Starbucks, I also had to turn down his generous offer to ride the wild backroads of Northern California on his Harley. Because that's totally what happens to you when you're a 34 year old, unemployed writer and you stop by a Starbucks when a visiting dignitary is there. I KNOW THESE THINGS! MY EXCESS OF AWESOMENESS SYNDROME KNOWS THESE THINGS! IT'S WHY THEY HAPPEN!

And that's the way it happened (in my head). I swear it.

I'm not even going to put up today's writing stats. Why? Because I have 400 fucking words to write before I'll break that damn 40K barrier. I have a pouty lip and a scowl. Those two do not go well together.

Speaking of things I did today while not writing, I forgot I had a hair appointment. Well, I didn't actually forget. It was more like my stylist didn't give me a little reminder card and I never wrote it down and my stylist swore that she would call or text me the day before my appointment to remind me and she didn't. See? It wasn't forgetting so much as not remembering. Whatever. I made it on time due to the text she sent 20 minutes before my appointment. My hair is a lovely shade of red again. All is right in the world.

Randomly, I was marathon tweeting during my viewing of the SyFy (stupid name) movie Goblin last Saturday and the director messaged me to thank me for my tweeting. Umm, you're welcome. I'm just glad I didn't say anything too terrible. In fact, I still maintain that my tweeting of that movie is the most accurate recap that has ever been done in the history of forever.

And finally, in case you were worried, I read a book or two.
Book #137 - The Wallflower (Halle Pumas #1) by Dana Marie Bell - I liked the mythology behind this one. It was set in a pretty straightforward shifter universe where humans didn't know about shifters, etc. It laid out the boundaries of the world clearly and everything made sense. Emma's been in love with Max since high school but Max barely knows she exists. When he rolls back into town to take his place as the Alpha of the Pumas, he's smitten at first sight. The problem is that Emma has no idea that shifters exist and Max's ex is gunning to be the Alpha's mate. Fast paced, steamy and fun.


Book #138 - Treasure Hunting (A Hunting Love Story) by J.B. McDonald - One of the things I liked about this story is that the author wasn't afraid to make the heroine kinda sex crazed. In fact, Meg has had boyfriends leave her because she's so sexual. That aggressive enjoyment of sex seems to be something we see in female shifters a lot more often in these types of books than we do female humans. It was a nice change. So. Meg is exploring the ruins of South America when she stumbles over a jaguar who's been shot. Ignoring every instinct that screams at her to walk away, she helps him out. Imagine her surprise when the wounded jaguar turns into a super hot man. Fun and light with the added bonus of a sexy scene in the trees. Nice.

And that's all I have for tonight.
soulswallo: (DH-Whiskey-Blue flare)
Tuesday, July 20th, 2010 09:06 pm
I had an entire post planned for this morning and somehow I got totally distracted by nothing and never got online to put it up. Is that weird or what? Don't worry, though, I'll recap the good parts for you now!

I was reading the Morgan Hill Times this morning and there was a itty, bitty mention about how the King of Jordan was hanging out in one of our Starbucks. Now, this would not normally be something I'd mention here except that I suffer from An Excess of Awesomeness Syndrome and reading that made me imagine how awkward it would have been to be in that Starbucks when he was there. You'd be trying to order your grande non-fat raspberry mocha with no whip cream and all these secret service guys would be standing around glaring. They'd probably want to frisk you because that's what happens when you're in the presence of a King. And you'd be like, "I just want my mocha. Please. No, King-guy, that's my mocha. Bad King-guy. Put it back. You ordered something else. That's mine. Oh. Okay. I guess you can just drink it since you've lipped it all up and stuff. Thanks. It was fun. Have a good time on your Harley. I like tattoos!"

Look, I don't know why the King-guy would totally take my mocha. He must have forgotten what he ordered. Yeah, you'd think that since it's my Excess of Awesomeness, I'd be able to answer some of those burning questions but one of the drawbacks of the Excess of Awesomeness is that it totally goes off on it's own tangents. I'm really just along for the ride.

Anyway. That was the highlight of the post that would have been but wasn't.

Onto writing type stuff:

I'm having a really tough time breaking the 40K plateau. I was struggling with a scene that I've been hinting at for the past few chapters and it's just not right. The way the revelation is being presented isn't right. The reactions to the revelation aren't right. I've written and re-written it a couple of times and I'm not feeling it yet. So once I finish here, I'm going to get back to that and try my hardest to at least get a rough draft of the revelation down and move along. And break that 40K plateau.

I also read a book.
Book #136 - Beyond the Darkening by Kerry Allen - This was so much better than the last piece I read by this author. It felt more complex and complete. I liked the characters. I liked the backstory the characters were given. The even like that the injuries the main guy received weren't all magically handwaved at the end. However, I wasn't keen on how quickly forgiveness was given for the betrayal that happened years ago. Still, the plot moved along quickly and I'm interested in where the clues that were dropped will lead in later books. The story: Infiltrating the Society for the Preservation of Humanity wasn't easy for Amanda, but she's immersed herself in the role to help the vampires she grew up with. When the vampire who broke her heart is captured and brought to the compound to be tortured, Amanda has to decide where her priorities lie. And whether she can trust herself to not fall in love with Nathan all over again.

Okay. I am done!
soulswallo: (DW-Tardis-Take me away)
Monday, July 19th, 2010 08:02 pm
Uggh. I was all happy and spritely this morning and then I took a nap and when I woke up I kinda felt like I'd been run over with a small truck. Due to the fact that I suffer from An Excess of Awesomeness, I went from feeling like I'd been hit by a truck to being sure I was about to melt into a puddle of disgusting and probably very hard to clean up fluids in the middle of my kitchen. Because that's what happens when you're overly dramatic and you don't feel well. You melt. And it's messy.

Anyway. I didn't really melt into blood and guts and I do feel marginally better now although the thought of eating makes the queasy come out in force. Needless to say, I haven't eaten anything since noon. I'm hungry and nauseated and it's not a good combo. On the plus side, I'm not the aforementioned puddle of oozing goo. Look, you take the wins when you see them.

Nauseous and achy means that I read.
Book #134 - The Nights Before Christmas by Kerry Allen - I had no idea what I was reading about half the time. Things would happen and I'd have no idea how we made the leap from point A to point B. Things weren't explained clearly. There were interesting ideas here, they were just poorly executed. Ehh. Naughty Elf with a death sentence on her head has to convince Scroogy Vampire that he has Christmas spirit or she'll be killed. Continuously. Every day. Because she has an immortality hex on her that makes her keep coming back to life. I thought that was an interesting take on immortality but then we came to the end scene- I didn't know who half the people were in the room. I didn't know whose side they were on. I just ... didn't. I wasn't terribly impressed here.


Book #135 - Along Came A Demon (Whisperings #1) by Linda Welch - There were plenty of things I liked here and there were plenty of things that I hope get deepened in later books because they were not explained to my satisfaction. I like that Tiff can see the restless dead. I like the mythology behind the world that was created. I liked Royal and Tiff's pervy roommates. I didn't like how easily the ending was tied up. I felt like everything was rushed. Which is really a pity because the story was moving along very nicely in terms of character development and plot progression before we hit the epilogue. So, Tiff can see dead people. She helps the local PD solve violent crimes as a civilian consultant but when she's teamed up with a new detective on a case, she begins to have some serious misgivings. A good start to a series. I'll more than likely check out the next.

I'm done. My Excess of Awesomeness Syndrome is telling me that it's not enough to just journal every day (twice a day, recently!) but it would be superawesomecool if I could illustrate these entries with pictures of me doing all the super awesome things that I do all day.

No, brain. It's not going to happen. Even if I think it would be cool.
soulswallo: (Stock-quote-Clowns will eat me)
Monday, July 19th, 2010 09:15 am
You know, whenever I decide that I'm going to try something new my mind goes into overdrive and suddenly I'm not just trying something new, I'M EXCELLING IT AT SO AWESOMELY THAT THE WORLD STANDS IN AWE AND CAN'T TEAR IT'S EYES AWAY!

I like to call this "An Excess of Awesomeness Syndrome".

To illustrate:
If I decide I'm going to teach myself how to cook, as soon as the thought takes root my mind decides that I'm not teaching myself how to cook so much as spontaneously becoming the BEST COOK ON THE PLANET WHO CAN CREATE THINGS OUT OF NOTHING AND MAKE IT TASTE GOOD AND EVERYBODY WEEPS WHEN I DRAMATICALLY UNCOVER MY LATEST DISH! Nevermind that I'm completely aware that it's not going to happen. We all remember the time I cooked the frozen pizza with the cardboard still attached to the bottom, don't we? My mind has built this whole scenario where I'm standing in the kitchen while the pots and pans dance around me and cook everything to my exact specifications and it turns out perfectly.

Which makes me kind of awesome.

Example no. 2:
Now I'm going to write a book! This book is going to be awesome. There are going to be werewolves! And fighting! And people dying! And it's TOTALLY GOING TO WIN THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE BECAUSE ONCE PEOPLE READ IT IT WILL END WORLD HUNGER AND UNICORNS AND ELVES WILL FROLIC IN THE FIELDS AND EVERYONE WILL BE HAPPY AND BLISSFUL! Now, one part of my mind is like, "Kelly, I really doubt your porny werewolf novel is going to be picked up by Oprah and make the world a better place." But the other part, the part that suffers from an Excess of Awesomeness, is like, "Fuck that! It's going to win the motherfucking Nobel Peace Prize and the world will grovel at your feet and you will be Supreme Ruler of All Things That Live!" I try to temper the Excess of Awesomeness side but it leaks through constantly and I'm like *steepling fingers and cackling diabolically*, "Supreme Motherfucking Ruler of All Things That Live!" Then I go back to writing my Nobel Peace Prize winning novel.

Which make me kind of super, duper awesome.

So, yes. I suffer from An Excess of Awesomeness. The only way I figure I can tame it is to write the Nobel Peace Prize winning novel so that I stand on top of the world while the pots and pans dance around me and make a magnificent meal.

The end.

PS: Please note that I'm still listening to the same song I was listening to yesterday. This is probably all part of the Excess of Awesomeness Syndrome. I'm not sure how, but I'm sure it all relates. Somehow.