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Jan. 5th, 2013 11:19 pmI have a gingerbread man! Thank you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaguarx13!! :D
jaguarx13!! :Da mixed update
Dec. 19th, 2010 11:07 pmI have completed my beta'ing obligation (and now owe a myriad of people a myriad of other things) so I am free to give update:
The wake went better (and weirder) than I thought. My friends are Mexican, and apparently they "go hard" when it comes to religious observances at wakes/funerals. People who are familiar with me know that I'm not a shrinking violet of a Christian -- I wouldn't call myself bold as brass either, admittedly -- but this was wildly unexpected. The funeral home was easy enough to find, as well as the chapel where the viewing was, but instead of milling people, a constant line of viewers, and small groups taking over sections of chairs, I came in to a section of the rosary being done in Spanish. I took French. (If you're amused, be amused. Even I found it funny at the time.) ( Read more... )
( Or you could read happier news... )
So I'm basically back on the grid. I think. I may be lying to myself. The day after my friend died someone else I know, from my childhood, died. He's older than my mom, but he and his brother worked at the community center I all-but lived in when not at school/home. I was always closer to his brother than I was to him (he was always this unreachable, uber-cool artist guy who did murals everywhere), but I still may be reeling from my friend's death. His wake is this Wednesday. I have a holiday party Tuesday, a Christmas show Thursday and Christmas Eve is Friday. Jag, I guess this means I must post tomorrow or get sucked into a vortex of not-having-any-time :s
The wake went better (and weirder) than I thought. My friends are Mexican, and apparently they "go hard" when it comes to religious observances at wakes/funerals. People who are familiar with me know that I'm not a shrinking violet of a Christian -- I wouldn't call myself bold as brass either, admittedly -- but this was wildly unexpected. The funeral home was easy enough to find, as well as the chapel where the viewing was, but instead of milling people, a constant line of viewers, and small groups taking over sections of chairs, I came in to a section of the rosary being done in Spanish. I took French. (If you're amused, be amused. Even I found it funny at the time.) ( Read more... )
( Or you could read happier news... )
So I'm basically back on the grid. I think. I may be lying to myself. The day after my friend died someone else I know, from my childhood, died. He's older than my mom, but he and his brother worked at the community center I all-but lived in when not at school/home. I was always closer to his brother than I was to him (he was always this unreachable, uber-cool artist guy who did murals everywhere), but I still may be reeling from my friend's death. His wake is this Wednesday. I have a holiday party Tuesday, a Christmas show Thursday and Christmas Eve is Friday. Jag, I guess this means I must post tomorrow or get sucked into a vortex of not-having-any-time :s
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Nov. 25th, 2009 11:08 pmSomething has bitten me at least twice in the last 5 minutes. Clearly it's time to go to bed. But before I do that...my friend with Dengue Fever? He's been released from the hospital! Apparently he's got some rash that's related to the disease, but there shouldn't be any lasting effects (except as a new way of getting out of doing stuff, or says his mother :). Apparently he's doing so well that he's still going to finish the rest of his study abroad, go visit a friend out of state and then come home around the 13th of Dec.
Anyway, thank you guys for all your prayers and support.
And ack! I think I got bit again! I'm going, I'm going!
Anyway, thank you guys for all your prayers and support.
And ack! I think I got bit again! I'm going, I'm going!
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Nov. 18th, 2009 09:57 amA friend of mine is doing a study abroad program in Nicaragua and has contracted Dengue Fever. Please remember him in your prayers. Randomly enough (or maybe not), Dengue fever was on my mind earlier this week. One of the big pharmaceutical companies apparently does research into it and had an ad regarding it on the radio a while ago. As you can see from the wiki, it's a pretty painful and potentially life-threatening disease. I don't know...I know God is greater than a mere disease. I have an email to his mother saying the very same thing, but the more I think about it the more I'm just...weepy and sad. He's my friend and he's so far from home and I'm worried about him. Please remember him and his family and friends.
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Aug. 16th, 2009 09:52 pmSo I sent my friend, who suffers from extreme photosensitivity, the first chapter of my novel. She has been uber suportive of me and my writing since college (and if she has her druthers I will be going to grad school for my MFA in writing :P ) and has just been so good to me over the years. I tell her often that I believe God put her in my life on purpose, and I thank Him for it all the time.
Anywho, my friend's extreme photosensitivity means that she can't be exposed to light of any sort for very long or she'll get burned. With that in mind I didn't think she'd be getting to my chapter any time soon, let alone critique it.
The glorious woman did both! And now it's real. I mean you've heard/seen me grumping and grumbling about editing and needing to edit my novel for months now. I've made progress (actually I'm nearly done with this chapter. Henh.) but not nearly as much as I'd like. Mostly of this I've been doing on my own. That Guy has been a source of feedback, but he's a busy creative type as well and so he, quite understandably, only has so much time for me. So I've sorta been doing this in a vacuum. Or, really, going on the strength of what That Guy had for me, which was only so much considering his own constraints. But now, now I have a more detailed critique. Not just things my friend likes/dislikes and general impressions, but sentences that are wonky, odd grammar choices (on my part), characterization, how to keep my story from looking too much like Interview with the Vampire. And she did it w/in days of me sending the chapter to her. Days! Makes me want to go to everyone who has ever asked me to beta or read over something for them and apologize, b/c God knows I am a total slacker--a slacker who doesn't have photosensitivity issues (although I'm a wee paranoid about moles on my face, lately).
So I'm rereading my friend's overview comments, skimming her detailed comments and suddenly--whammo! This is real! I am really editing my novel. Not that I wasn't before, but she's asking me to push and and to give readers a payoff and to make them come back for chapter 2. Not just form and function, but grabbing ppl's attention. Not just "it's good/it's interesting" but "what else is there? what more can you do? make this better. go back and give me/the reader more."
I am floored by the enormity of it. Utterly floored. And so excited. It wasn't real like this before. And when I can shop it to an agent, I'm sure it'll take on a whole other reality, and again when it finds a publisher. For right now, she has just opened up another level of writing for me. And she didn't have to. She didn't have to. Oh my best beloved...
Anywho, my friend's extreme photosensitivity means that she can't be exposed to light of any sort for very long or she'll get burned. With that in mind I didn't think she'd be getting to my chapter any time soon, let alone critique it.
The glorious woman did both! And now it's real. I mean you've heard/seen me grumping and grumbling about editing and needing to edit my novel for months now. I've made progress (actually I'm nearly done with this chapter. Henh.) but not nearly as much as I'd like. Mostly of this I've been doing on my own. That Guy has been a source of feedback, but he's a busy creative type as well and so he, quite understandably, only has so much time for me. So I've sorta been doing this in a vacuum. Or, really, going on the strength of what That Guy had for me, which was only so much considering his own constraints. But now, now I have a more detailed critique. Not just things my friend likes/dislikes and general impressions, but sentences that are wonky, odd grammar choices (on my part), characterization, how to keep my story from looking too much like Interview with the Vampire. And she did it w/in days of me sending the chapter to her. Days! Makes me want to go to everyone who has ever asked me to beta or read over something for them and apologize, b/c God knows I am a total slacker--a slacker who doesn't have photosensitivity issues (although I'm a wee paranoid about moles on my face, lately).
So I'm rereading my friend's overview comments, skimming her detailed comments and suddenly--whammo! This is real! I am really editing my novel. Not that I wasn't before, but she's asking me to push and and to give readers a payoff and to make them come back for chapter 2. Not just form and function, but grabbing ppl's attention. Not just "it's good/it's interesting" but "what else is there? what more can you do? make this better. go back and give me/the reader more."
I am floored by the enormity of it. Utterly floored. And so excited. It wasn't real like this before. And when I can shop it to an agent, I'm sure it'll take on a whole other reality, and again when it finds a publisher. For right now, she has just opened up another level of writing for me. And she didn't have to. She didn't have to. Oh my best beloved...
This is likely to be the first of many posts with this title...
Anywho, it's Oct 1st thus the official pre-beginning of NaNoWriMo and I can't sign in! The site's not officially up for the new writing year yet. Depressed! What's worse is I almost forgot - truly sad after I've been so simmeringly po'd with my friends for not respecting my season of nanoing. Which sounds silly to anyone who's never nano'ed or witnessed nano or been a Nano-Widow(er). It's a freaking lot of work getting 50,000 words out while trying to live a life and celebrate several birthdays and a major holiday. But I love it, so I do it (even though I've mostly not won) and my friends...don't get it.
It doesn't matter. Nano is coming. Nano is coming!
Anywho, it's Oct 1st thus the official pre-beginning of NaNoWriMo and I can't sign in! The site's not officially up for the new writing year yet. Depressed! What's worse is I almost forgot - truly sad after I've been so simmeringly po'd with my friends for not respecting my season of nanoing. Which sounds silly to anyone who's never nano'ed or witnessed nano or been a Nano-Widow(er). It's a freaking lot of work getting 50,000 words out while trying to live a life and celebrate several birthdays and a major holiday. But I love it, so I do it (even though I've mostly not won) and my friends...don't get it.
It doesn't matter. Nano is coming. Nano is coming!
"I want you to eat, too, but I hope you write. Always."
i love my friends
i love my friends
