Running up that wall…

Well, as usual – it’s either feast or famine…

let’s see – getting ready for NaNoWriMo and found a local contact – finding_marie  here is just over at California and just within striking distance for me to harass  encourage to get ‘er done for November!

*snickers*

yea, verily… kicking and screaming shall we BOTH get across the finish line.

add her to your prayer list.

heh, heh…

I’ve managed to map out almost all of "Blaze of Glory" (working title) using yWriter and found it to be a GREAT little program. Unfortunately it’s not available for Macs, but it’s a good free program for those of you looking to organize your ideas. I’m sure it’ll make this year’s novel a whole lot easier.

and, of course, I received a nice little freelance project from my RPG buddy so I’m working on that with a week left in the deadline. Halloween stuff, doncha know. And it PAYS!

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Also managed to trip/fall/volunteer to gather moderators for the panels at the 2009 Pennwriters Conference – for those of you in the area who are looking for a good writers group, this is a VERY Good One. Excellent peeps, good seminars AND conferences and definitely worth the price of admission. And if anyone wants to join up and mod a panel or ten, well… I’d appreciate the help. Really. REALLY.

meanwhile, we managed to finally hit our first deer on the weekend. Or it hit us, depending on how you look at it. If we’d been going a bit slower it would have nailed me but thankfully it just dented the rear right panel around the gas tank. Nothing major, but as usual for this area it’s taking FOREVER for the garage to get back to us to schedule the body work.

That’s something I’ve noticed in this area – you can’t PAY people at all. We’ve been brawling with our "lawn service" for months to get them to come out on a regular schedule and they just don’t. It can take up a month of harassing phone calls to get them to show up and then they’re all blissfully unaware of the lack of business sense. Of course we’re dropping them next year but over the past decade it’s become obvious to me that somehow in my area of PA there’s a definite lack of urgency. Even when you want to PAY THEM, which makes me wonder who’s on the take or scamming what government agency when you can be so blase about blowing off work. And money. And then they look at you like you’re nuts for making a fuss about giving them money.

*shakes head*

Got on board in Second Life with the NaNoWriMo’s there and scheduled meetings for each Monday to check in, scream in frustration and encourage each other. Sure can’t hurt!

and… back to the Excedrin Migraine meds ’cause it’s a rainy day here and it’s fogging up me wee brain!

Excelsior!

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6 thoughts on “Running up that wall…

  1. I prefer to think of us as within spitting distance.
    The deer hit you?
    I’m not surprised. Like at all. They are such a-holes here.
    I was once ambushed by two.
    Seriously.
    I was on 43: and one deer was standing on the line for the pull off lane, the other was on the line for the passing lane, and I breezed through them at like 50 MPH. They were waiting for me, I’m sure of it.
    Let me know a little more about the Pennwriters, I could perhaps be interested.

    • Re: I prefer to think of us as within spitting distance.
      oh, yeah… they just come out of nowhere and WHAM! We saw one a few years ago take out the back window of the car ahead of us on 43 and keep on running up the hill on the other side. Darned resilient creatures…
      Pennwriters is a good group – unfortunately most of their meetings are up towards the north and not that great for us down here, but the conference is top-rate, imo.
      striking, spitting… potato, potatoe…
      heh, heh…
      now get to work on that outline!

  2. I prefer to think of us as within spitting distance.
    The deer hit you?
    I’m not surprised. Like at all. They are such a-holes here.
    I was once ambushed by two.
    Seriously.
    I was on 43: and one deer was standing on the line for the pull off lane, the other was on the line for the passing lane, and I breezed through them at like 50 MPH. They were waiting for me, I’m sure of it.
    Let me know a little more about the Pennwriters, I could perhaps be interested.

    • Re: I prefer to think of us as within spitting distance.
      oh, yeah… they just come out of nowhere and WHAM! We saw one a few years ago take out the back window of the car ahead of us on 43 and keep on running up the hill on the other side. Darned resilient creatures…
      Pennwriters is a good group – unfortunately most of their meetings are up towards the north and not that great for us down here, but the conference is top-rate, imo.
      striking, spitting… potato, potatoe…
      heh, heh…
      now get to work on that outline!

  3. Half the time I drive out to the stable to see Beau now I see deer along the road. Stupid doe saw me coming the other night and turned and almost ran onto the road–she was at the edge of the field near the road with another doe. Those things are so stupid! I’m glad I saw her and she turned back to the field. We can’t afford the deductible right now.
    Good luck on NaNoWriMo! I couldn’t do it. I’d rather write at my own pace.

  4. Half the time I drive out to the stable to see Beau now I see deer along the road. Stupid doe saw me coming the other night and turned and almost ran onto the road–she was at the edge of the field near the road with another doe. Those things are so stupid! I’m glad I saw her and she turned back to the field. We can’t afford the deductible right now.
    Good luck on NaNoWriMo! I couldn’t do it. I’d rather write at my own pace.

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