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My Dazzling Life (with cats!)
Aug. 19th, 2010 03:21 pmI got my nonfiction thingie done for the web editor at Romantic Times. She claims to be pleased, so I'll take that as a you-didn't-suck-too-much. :-)
I think given the responses I got on Facebook about not liking to write nonficiton I should clarify something. The kind of nonfiction I particularly suck at is the kind that requires me to publicize myself or my books. Writing letters home (or blogging, which is kind of like a public letter home,) doesn't bother me. I can talk endlessly about the true and semi-true things in my life -- the exploits of my fish, my kid, myself. But, when someone comes to me with the dreaded "guest blog" request, my brain freezes. I absolutely DREAD trying to come up with something to say that will be two parts charming and one part publicity.
I mean, you are talking to a woman who got kicked off a group blog for being too boring. Seriously. It was a group blog that another paranormal fiction writer invited me to join and eventually she had to call me and say, "Listen, Tate, the other women think you suck." Okay, she said that they didn't feel I put enough effort into my blogs, and I admitted that they were probably right. I agreed to resign. It was a sad episode in my life, but also very telling.
I was not made for social media, as much as I'm good at self-promotion, I'm not good at this particular brand of it.
Anyway, today has been a weird day. It's one of those kind of days where the sun seems to be sleeping in. It's been hiding behind cloud cover all day, and consequentally it's gray and vaguely dreary outside. The light that comes in the windows is muted.
Consequentally, I feel muted and a bit dreary, myself.
We had a late start. Shawn let the family sleep in because she was trying to forstall another migraine. The weather has been playing havoc with her sinuses and her migraines are triggered by a number of factors including hormones, but also weather. This has been bad weather for her. So, we didn't get up and get going until after 10:00 am, which is extraordinarily late for us. I made waffles and some pre-packaged hashbrowns that we picked up in our every-once-and-a-while-treat shopping spree at Trader Joe's. The hashbrows were good in that these could have come straight from McDonald's sort of way, but at least the waffles were whole grain. But it was almost 11:00 am before I had my first cup of coffee. By the time I got it, I'd already started snapping impatiently at everything that moved. Not good.
We stopped at Cub Foods on our way home because our vet has put Inky on a strict diet. He's a massive 21 pounds, though you wouldn't think it to look at him. She's switching him (and everyone else, as it happens,) to higher protien, which means wet food. Then we're supplimenting (for cost reasons) with kitty dry. We'll see if it works.
Then we got home and I took care of the fish. Huh. I just realized that I forgot to put the declorinator in the two jugs I put under the sink. I'll have to do that when I get home... although if I wait two days the clorine evaporates naturally. Still, I'm hoping to do the bigger tank tomorrow so I should try to remember to do that when I get home. Anyway, everyone is doing well:
I did some of the ever present dishes and took out the ever overflowing garbage. Despite double-bagging, something gross and pink dripped on the sidewalk. At least it was outside.
I'm not doing much writing at the moment. I need to start working on the proposal for the next Ana (Vampire Princess of St. Paul) book, which will be #3, but I was kind of hoping to hear from my editor just in case she loves everything but the ending (which would then change my plans for the next book).
Another scintilating day in the life, eh?
I think given the responses I got on Facebook about not liking to write nonficiton I should clarify something. The kind of nonfiction I particularly suck at is the kind that requires me to publicize myself or my books. Writing letters home (or blogging, which is kind of like a public letter home,) doesn't bother me. I can talk endlessly about the true and semi-true things in my life -- the exploits of my fish, my kid, myself. But, when someone comes to me with the dreaded "guest blog" request, my brain freezes. I absolutely DREAD trying to come up with something to say that will be two parts charming and one part publicity.
I mean, you are talking to a woman who got kicked off a group blog for being too boring. Seriously. It was a group blog that another paranormal fiction writer invited me to join and eventually she had to call me and say, "Listen, Tate, the other women think you suck." Okay, she said that they didn't feel I put enough effort into my blogs, and I admitted that they were probably right. I agreed to resign. It was a sad episode in my life, but also very telling.
I was not made for social media, as much as I'm good at self-promotion, I'm not good at this particular brand of it.
Anyway, today has been a weird day. It's one of those kind of days where the sun seems to be sleeping in. It's been hiding behind cloud cover all day, and consequentally it's gray and vaguely dreary outside. The light that comes in the windows is muted.
Consequentally, I feel muted and a bit dreary, myself.
We had a late start. Shawn let the family sleep in because she was trying to forstall another migraine. The weather has been playing havoc with her sinuses and her migraines are triggered by a number of factors including hormones, but also weather. This has been bad weather for her. So, we didn't get up and get going until after 10:00 am, which is extraordinarily late for us. I made waffles and some pre-packaged hashbrowns that we picked up in our every-once-and-a-while-treat shopping spree at Trader Joe's. The hashbrows were good in that these could have come straight from McDonald's sort of way, but at least the waffles were whole grain. But it was almost 11:00 am before I had my first cup of coffee. By the time I got it, I'd already started snapping impatiently at everything that moved. Not good.
We stopped at Cub Foods on our way home because our vet has put Inky on a strict diet. He's a massive 21 pounds, though you wouldn't think it to look at him. She's switching him (and everyone else, as it happens,) to higher protien, which means wet food. Then we're supplimenting (for cost reasons) with kitty dry. We'll see if it works.
Then we got home and I took care of the fish. Huh. I just realized that I forgot to put the declorinator in the two jugs I put under the sink. I'll have to do that when I get home... although if I wait two days the clorine evaporates naturally. Still, I'm hoping to do the bigger tank tomorrow so I should try to remember to do that when I get home. Anyway, everyone is doing well:
I did some of the ever present dishes and took out the ever overflowing garbage. Despite double-bagging, something gross and pink dripped on the sidewalk. At least it was outside.
I'm not doing much writing at the moment. I need to start working on the proposal for the next Ana (Vampire Princess of St. Paul) book, which will be #3, but I was kind of hoping to hear from my editor just in case she loves everything but the ending (which would then change my plans for the next book).
Another scintilating day in the life, eh?