Locus Deficit

“My tunes and numbers are here. They have filled my years, the years when I refused to die. And in order to do that I wrote, I wrote, I wrote, at noon or 3:00 A.M. So as not to be dead.”
―Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man

You had 91 excellent years, sir. Rest in Peace.

I talked yesterday about lacking focus and wondered how to jump back into a WIP when you’re nearing the climax and ending after you’ve been away for a few months. There were some truly great suggestions including character development, eavesdropping on conversations, listening to music, re-read the whole thing, re-read the last chapter or two, and just diving right back in. (more…)

The Tigers Come At Night

It’s the strangest thing, listening to the radio in the morning. Depending on when I leave for work—meaning if I’m leaving “on time” or not—I either hear about 20 minutes of morning show, or I get a ton of commercials. This morning was a commercial listening day. When this happens, I turn on whatever CD is in the player. Turns out, I still had the Les Miserables soundtrack in (well, the first of three discs), so I listened to a couple songs to finish out the drive. Which reminds me, have you see the first trailer for the upcoming film version? In case you haven’t, here it is.

Now, a few things. I’m crossing my fingers that this will turn out all right. From what you can see in the trailer, it should be visually stunning. Hugh Jackman can play Valjean; this much is true. I still hesitate at the casting of Anne Hathaway as Fantine and Russell Crowe as Javert. (more…)

Top Five Tuesday: Re-Reads

I haven’t talked about books in a while, I think. Or, at the very least, not enough. Thus, today’s list will be about the books I’d want with me on a deserted island. Not the island from LOST, though. I’d want to read these rather than abandon them being chased by a smoke monster.

The Premise

I had a friend in high school who was, dare I say, obsessed with David Letterman’s “Top Ten” lists. So much so that he would share his own top ten lists over lunch periods. The subject matter of those lists is not retained in my long-term memory, no matter how good it is. However, I’m sure I could ask him since I still know how to contact him. Thank you, Blogger and Facebook. (more…)

Wordy Wednesday : “Patchwork”

Time is getting away from me today. Busy, busy, busy. The life of a worker bee. So, today I thought I would paste a short story I wrote in grad school. I won’t say anything else here.

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Patchwork

I sat tucked away in my usual corner of the college’s cafeteria, hoodie pulled low, face shoved in a book. Which one it was, I don’t remember, and it’s not important. The cafeteria was nearly deserted already, and I could hear the staff preparing for the next morning’s breakfast. Standing, I noted the page number in my book before making it disappear into the sweatshirt’s massive pocket, and picked up the tray. Only when I turned to walk the length of the table did I finally notice the girl. (more…)

Spicy

First, my apologies. I’ve been a bit negligent on responding to comments these last few days. That’s what a 5-day break makes happen. If I’d been home alone, that would be a different story. But I wasn’t, so comment responding and blog reading time was at a minimum. Regardless, today marks the end of this 5-day min-vacation, and I’m going to attempt to catch up throughout the day if possible because once I return to work tomorrow, it’ll be a non-stop deadline fest until the last deadline for projects of February 6.

There’s always reading over lunch, I suppose. Ha, lunch. Like I have ever had time to take that before, and now it really won’t happen.

Okay, short story for today that I was reminded of last night. There needs to be a setup concerning yesterday that leads up to me remembering this story. (more…)

What Have I Got In My Pocket?

Thank you, all. Your concern in the comments yesterday about my mental stability to deal with the day was much appreciated. And thanks to Breann, I watched part of Dazed and Confused on my phone over lunch, which was just the pick-me-up that I needed to make it through the rest of the day. Although, I was sad again when I had to stop it half way through, but that just means I can watch the rest today over lunch, so as Michael Scott would say, “Win/Win/Win.”

The only thing that really knocked it out of me in the afternoon was that someone complained to our facilities department that it was cold, and they turned the heat on. Now, I can deal with the brief smell of burning dust, but I just have to laugh when the heat is on and people are walking around with their coats pulled tightly around themselves, and I’m in a short sleeve polo shirt and a fan blowing on me. Honestly, I felt like a uterus short of menopause. (more…)

There Is Too Much. Let Me Sum Up…

Last year…  Last year was a doozy.

2018 was both awesomely awful and awfully awesome at the SAME TIME.

It was an emotional rollercoaster, and I still don’t have my head screwed on quite right.

Highlights include: (more…)

Spray anti molii

Exista aproximativ 40 de specii de molii. Insecta adulta este in ultima etapa a dezvoltarii, functia vitala a acestei molii fiind reproducerea. Astfel, un fluture sanatos poate depune pana la 100 de oua. Molia iubeste locurile intunecate, cum ar fi dulapurile si depozitarele, sertarele, lumina soarelui nefiind excelenta pentru molii, deoarece nu o tolereaza. Chiar si o singura molie poate face cu usurinta gauri intr-un sacou de lana in decurs de o zi. Larvele se hranesc nu numai cu lucruri de lana, ci si cu piele, pene sau legatura cartilor. Unele tipuri de molii se hranesc cu produse alimente, altele cu produse de uz casnic si textile.  Cele mai comune tipuri de molii domestice sunt cele de blana, de dulap, de mobilier si de cereale. (more…)

Dear Sue Who Worried

Dear Sue Who Worried,

Thank you for the sweet email inquiring into my wellbeing and whereabouts. I assure you I’m fine and have not been sucked into a black hole. Or a worm hole. Or a donut hole.

Though that last one does sound delicious!

I haven’t been kidnapped by gypsies. Nor have I been honeymooning with Mike Rowe, giving motivational speeches about Nutella or doing time for driving a titanium spork through one of my PITA boss’s foreheads. (more…)

Where the hell I’ve been…

After months of dragging around with a bulged disk in my back, my left leg went numb. Per the chiropractor, it was time to go see a neurosurgeon because there was no exercise he could give me and no pill anyone could prescribe to fix what was going on. My disk had ruptured and was pinching off my spinal cord.

Great.

My mother, who kept asking if I was sure I needed to have surgery, was stricken mute when the neurosurgeon informed us that people with a rupture as large as mine usually don’t have bladder or bowel control. (more…)