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lls_mutantGod, did I get PMS as a birthday gift? It sure as hell feels like it.
So, yeah, it's my birthday. And I hereby confess to being really shitty this year about wishing people happy birthdays. I've missed... well, everybody's. It started when I was doing my PPD thing with Trevor, and I just never caught back up. So, happy belated birthday to my entire flist :P
I'm totally grumpy. Both my kids decided that they didn't want to nap. Yay. I mean, Howard's home, so he's got Toby downstairs and I've got Trevor up here, but it's still not the same. I have a headache, and the past few days have been rather sucky in a petty sort of way. And I'm feeling old. I'm not that old- I'm only 34- but I think I really have to stop thinking of myself as young. And NaNoWriMo is giving me a hard time.
Seriously. I started writing, and all of a sudden this new plot sprang up. Actually, it's probably a co-plot. Which is fine- I knew I needed one, and I wasn't sure what it was going to be. And it's right, because the book was feeling too "forming a fellowship and going on a journey" for me, and now I have a plot that ISN'T that, and that's good. It balances out the other characters' journey, and means I don't have to manufacture events on the journey. But all of a sudden I'm meeting characters I didn't know existed, and I know nothing about them. It's cool, but it's frustrating. Especially since two of them are totally stuck in speechmaking mode right now, as they're major politicians. I also feel like I should go find Giuliani's post 9/11 speeches, or Adama's post-Cylon attack speech, just to see what I'm missing in terms of these speeches.
That probably makes NO sense unless you live in my head.
On the bright sides, I'm on track with NaNoWriMo- up to 13,693 words, so I should be able to hit 15,000 tonight, and we went out to dinner last night for my birthday. VERY good dinner- I had duck confit egg rolls, beef stroganoff, and pecan tart. Yum. I renewed my LJ account- my birthday present to myself every year- and bought a few songs off iTunes. Lots of people have wished me happy birthday (thank you all! :) ). I'm making my birthday dinner soon; cheesemonger's mac n cheese (it has chedder, gruyere, and BRIE), ham steaks, strawberry spinach salad, and chocolate truffle cakes.
Birthday gifts get harder and harder every year. I mean, the things I really want are abstract and not possible to get (finish and publish my novel, my best friend to go into remission, my brother to call, another good friend to have her baby, the bonkers idea of someone from BSG actually reading and commenting on Youth's Final Luxury, my kids to take a nap, be 30 pounds lighter and rid of my C-section gut...) or really expensive (a laptop). The things I do want, I frequently buy during the year (books, DVD, etc.) And my main hobby is writing, which requires zero paraphernalia. But, on the other hand, I also care less and less about gifts. I mean, sure, they're nice. But what I really wanted (and actually could get) was a nice dinner out, and I got that. I'm happy. Anything else is icing on the cake. My sis and I actually agreed to stop exchanging gifts this year for b-days and Christmas- we're just doing the kids- and all either of us felt was relief, y'know? She called and I just spent an hour talking to her. That was better than pretty much anything else.
Anyway. Suppose I should go make my birthday dinner. (I'm so snitching some chocolate, which isn't helping that 30 lbs lighter one. Hopefully it WILL help the PMS!) Happy unbirthday to everyone on my flist, since I've sucked at wishing birthdays this year! (Mea culpa!!!!!)
So, yeah, it's my birthday. And I hereby confess to being really shitty this year about wishing people happy birthdays. I've missed... well, everybody's. It started when I was doing my PPD thing with Trevor, and I just never caught back up. So, happy belated birthday to my entire flist :P
I'm totally grumpy. Both my kids decided that they didn't want to nap. Yay. I mean, Howard's home, so he's got Toby downstairs and I've got Trevor up here, but it's still not the same. I have a headache, and the past few days have been rather sucky in a petty sort of way. And I'm feeling old. I'm not that old- I'm only 34- but I think I really have to stop thinking of myself as young. And NaNoWriMo is giving me a hard time.
Seriously. I started writing, and all of a sudden this new plot sprang up. Actually, it's probably a co-plot. Which is fine- I knew I needed one, and I wasn't sure what it was going to be. And it's right, because the book was feeling too "forming a fellowship and going on a journey" for me, and now I have a plot that ISN'T that, and that's good. It balances out the other characters' journey, and means I don't have to manufacture events on the journey. But all of a sudden I'm meeting characters I didn't know existed, and I know nothing about them. It's cool, but it's frustrating. Especially since two of them are totally stuck in speechmaking mode right now, as they're major politicians. I also feel like I should go find Giuliani's post 9/11 speeches, or Adama's post-Cylon attack speech, just to see what I'm missing in terms of these speeches.
That probably makes NO sense unless you live in my head.
On the bright sides, I'm on track with NaNoWriMo- up to 13,693 words, so I should be able to hit 15,000 tonight, and we went out to dinner last night for my birthday. VERY good dinner- I had duck confit egg rolls, beef stroganoff, and pecan tart. Yum. I renewed my LJ account- my birthday present to myself every year- and bought a few songs off iTunes. Lots of people have wished me happy birthday (thank you all! :) ). I'm making my birthday dinner soon; cheesemonger's mac n cheese (it has chedder, gruyere, and BRIE), ham steaks, strawberry spinach salad, and chocolate truffle cakes.
Birthday gifts get harder and harder every year. I mean, the things I really want are abstract and not possible to get (finish and publish my novel, my best friend to go into remission, my brother to call, another good friend to have her baby, the bonkers idea of someone from BSG actually reading and commenting on Youth's Final Luxury, my kids to take a nap, be 30 pounds lighter and rid of my C-section gut...) or really expensive (a laptop). The things I do want, I frequently buy during the year (books, DVD, etc.) And my main hobby is writing, which requires zero paraphernalia. But, on the other hand, I also care less and less about gifts. I mean, sure, they're nice. But what I really wanted (and actually could get) was a nice dinner out, and I got that. I'm happy. Anything else is icing on the cake. My sis and I actually agreed to stop exchanging gifts this year for b-days and Christmas- we're just doing the kids- and all either of us felt was relief, y'know? She called and I just spent an hour talking to her. That was better than pretty much anything else.
Anyway. Suppose I should go make my birthday dinner. (I'm so snitching some chocolate, which isn't helping that 30 lbs lighter one. Hopefully it WILL help the PMS!) Happy unbirthday to everyone on my flist, since I've sucked at wishing birthdays this year! (Mea culpa!!!!!)
