behold my new wallpaper on my netbook. eehehehehehehe. I'm in the AR mood because I was watching Something the Lord Made, where he plays a pioneering southern surgeon. he does the most yummy southern accent. very convincing. not overdone. just AR.
so I seem to be in a silent holding pattern about LIM. I haven't heard a peep from the publisher so I am practicing zen waiting. in the meantime I am writing on my other projects.
meanwhile on the triathlon front...I am 34 days away from my Orlando Women's Triathlon. I'm getting nervous. I'm sure I'll do fine but I'm still nervous. nervous because I don't know what to expect. the unexpected is always nerve wracking for me. I seem to be focusing all my energy on this race because it is a first time. I guess that's natural.
so my big thing is whenever I get frustrated, I plan my big move to New Zealand. it's my grown up version of running away to join the circus. today, I made more plans. I figure the move would be awesome. nursing jobs abound, the land is gorgeous, people are friendly, Sam makes delish wine there and well lots more other things. I had one of those days so the move idea seemed like a winner. I think I am frustrated about my writing. I haven't heard from my publisher and I must be secretly irritated. I'm also frustrated about the writer's block I've been experiencing. I am so open to suggestions on how to shake it. when I wrote LIM I never had writer's block. ever. so this is very new for me. usually when I sit down to write, I just bang it out but with this one...no such luck. I think because I still have plot holes. however the logical side of me says write and they will fill themselves in. however I rarely listen to the logical side of me. maybe why that's why I get in so much trouble. but maybe that is why I am so much fun and want to move to New Zealand.
yes it's zombie Albert and Alberta. even as zombies they are still awesome. zombie gators have nothing to do with my post today. well, I guess because they are Gators they do. but again, zombies freak me out big time and whenever I read zombie or post apocalyptic stuff, I get all freaked out and paranoid. love to all my author friends who write that. for some reason those things are my achilles heel. if ever I was captured for secrets(haha that's fantasy) all they would have to do would be stick me in front of a tv or an e reader filled with zombie and post apocalyptic stories and I'd crack.
but I digress, yesterday was the first day of college football season and my beloved Gators played. I tried to use the experience to help fuel my WIP FUNdraiser. I had some luck but not as much as I had hoped for. probably because there were no fans. not fans as in fanatics. they were everywhere. the fans I am on a rant about are the nifty hand fans that they used to hand out before the first 3 or 4 games of the season. they were not only awesome (they looked like this but with a stick handle)
but they kept you somewhat cooler. not much because it's so hot that you measure the temperature in degrees Kelvin. that's a lot. one day I'll tell you about my chemistry readiness score. come to find out that they decided to stop handing out the fans as they had done for probably 40(no exaggeration) years because last season a dumb ass slapped another fan(the human variety. I know it's getting confusing) with one and then there was a fight and then charges were filed. blah blah blah. now, I can't believe that this is the first time that this has happened. maybe the charges being filed part but not the use as weaponry part. but I guess in this day and time of no one being responsible and the overlords having to watch out for us all, hand fans were determined to be too dangerous or at least too tempting for spectators to manipulate responsibly. so now 90 plus fans must sit fanless in the murderous heat to cheer on the Gators. the fans under the boxes won't suffer because the people in the boxes open their windows and waves of arctic air flow down on them but the rest of us will. all because someone screwed it up for the rest of us.
end rant now.
I've been working overtime trying to keep my peacefulness centered. I usually concentrate on Mt Everest. I have pictures of her all over and looking at the pics usually can bring me back center. one thing I can't seem to get going is my writing. I'm stuck. I've got characters in limbo right and left. and the bad part about it is I can't figure out how to get back to them. they are stranded at camp 3 on my Everest. unfortunately my brain is full of other things like my job, the triathlon, school and so forth. there isn't much brain power left to get to my characters. usually I do my mental housekeeping on my bike workout. I have roughly an hour of uninterrupted cycling to ponder things so I think I am going to have to do some very focused thinking and get rid of anything that is cluttering up my thinking.
of course it doesn't help that I am sick. I seem to have caught what my students have and I made it worse by rooting the Gators on today. but nothing keeps me from my beloved Gators. even if there is no more Timmy.