Get your books in time for Yule giving!

Well, Nano is nearly over, and 2 migraines have put me so far behind that I’m giving up. I made it to almost 20k on three projects, combined not each. Wouldn’t that have been awesome?

And yes, judgey cat is disapproving.

But I’ve gone from an average of 500 words a day (including bad days) to about 1200. So, Nano did its job, it got me producing. And it started me on book 3 of the Mechanicsville series.

Yule news:

I am heading to visit family in NB on Dec 4th. So I will be away from my boxes of books during the prime shipping season. If you plan to give copies of any of my books as Yule presents, I suggest you buy soon. Especially as The Canadian Authorpreneur’s Tax Journal is perfect for any writers in your life. Save money on taxes, write off part of your day job’s income! Gifi codes and Use-of expenses explained!

Simply email me through the contact page or here, and tell me which books you want and where to ship them. I’ll send you an invoice which you can pay on Paypal or interac transfer. Then they get mailed. Easy-peasy.

If you run out of time waiting for your paycheck to appear, no worries, I can probably bribe Hubby Dearest with something kinky involving chocolate to mail things until he joins me on Dec 21st.  But I may need an unspecified favour later, like my fave hero, Lucifer Morningstar. (Isn’t Tom Ellis hot?)

Life happens

Sometimes it happens a lot. Explodes kinda.

I recently found out I’m becoming a godmother! I’ll try to be the nice one, not the one who curses the whole castle.  No promises.  🙂

We’ve been to 2 out of 3 baby showers, being the first grandchild in both the mom and pop-to-be’s families, everybody wanted to celebrate. I made a quilt! (my computer is being a poopy-head so I can’t upload a photo of it.)

I’m also taking a local herbalism course so that if someone is unwise enough to follow the suggestions of my totally invented healer in my totally made up world, they don’t poison themselves.  Plus it’s fascinating!

And I finally got into the pain clinic at Ottawa General. This means four weeks of 830-2pm sessions. I’m usually wrecked for 3 days after being in town for 1 day. This will be interesting. The doctor in charge says that she wants to see me on a bad day. Oh you will, honey, you will. By say… Wednesday of the first week.

Plus I’m trying to write 2000 words a day over 3 stories I’m currently working on. Harder than it should be. Like pulling teeth some days. Hen’s teeth.

I’m trying to finish 2 books that I’ve promised to review/ beta read. And many other things which I am too busy to think about.

But it’s summer!  Nothing else really matters.

Belated Mother’s Day and other mistakes I make

Happy Mother’s Day, mom… a little late.  In my defence, I did remember on the day, and the day after, I just couldn’t get through on the phone, or you were out.  Then my jerk brain said “Great, reminded you twice. My job here is done! And I forgot.
I really should have remembered, the 14th was also her wedding anniversary, I’m a bad daughter. But we are hoping to fly her up for a visit in the fall, when I’ll have time to just enjoy her company, so I’m not terrible. Much.

In the meantime; I have a contract coming from a traditional (sorta) publisher for a cookbook. I’ll explain more once I’m allowed to talk about it.  I just received word that another short story sold, and with only one round of edits!
I’ve been in a lot of pain with the rainy month we’ve had and have just been accepted to a month-long thing at the pain clinic. It is multi-faceted, including meditation, mindfulness, exercises, stretching, physio, coping strategies, etc. No painkillers or surgeries, so… yay!

I’m also busy with trying to purge my house. I’ve reached my tolerance limit on clutter and dust-collectors. So we’re sorting and giving away things. It’s hard, but necessary for my peace of mind.
I’ve recently seen articles that show a correlation between stress, insomnia and weight gain with clutter and mess. Since we’re both trying to lose weight, dearest Hubby and I are working on emptying the house. It’s also proving to us that a lot of our treasured things deserve more space on the shelves.
Instead of a pile of Blue Mountain pottery, I want to be able to display it. Same with my weird medieval-gothic-gypsy-vampire things, they’re so cool. People should be able to see them and be impressed. Or befuddled. I’ll accept either.

I’m also making a baby quilt for a dear friend who’s expecting her first child in July. My fingers remember how to quilt! It’s much easier than I remember, maybe when this one’s done I should pull out my rainbow in shadow quilt and finish it.

So, that’s it for today, must get back to things. And tea… much more tea!

Hawaii and weddings

In four days my dear hubby and I head to Hawaii for a nephew’s wedding. It will be only the second time we’ve travelled as a couple (we met in 1998!) that wasn’t to a family member’s house or a writing conference.

The first was a cruise with my mom for her 70th birthday in 2005. I LOVE Puerto Rico.  We must go back for longer than the 12 hours the cruise ship gave us. The food was unbelievably good, We got the ship’s recommended guide to take us where he eats.  So yummy!

This time, Hubby’s whole fam-damily is headed to Maui for a sunset cruise, a luau with fire-dancing, all you can drink pina coladas (and I can drink a LOT of those) and a beach wedding.

I expect to post more often from Hawaii than I do normally because … reasons.

I’m finished the 1st draft that was due April 1st and sent it off already.
Most everything in Maui is on sand and I can only walk so far on that without severe pain. So, quiet evenings by a campfire (if allowed) with my laptop will be prime blogging time.
Photos! There will be so many photos!
And we have to check in to make sure the babysitter remembers to shoot my cat.

Orlando shootings, another voice

It’s been ages since I posted, I’ve been crazy busy, and the world has just gone crazy.

After my mom’s wedding a little less than a month ago, I worked a book fair, dealt with pain levels that would make a grown man sob hysterically, attended two milestone birthday parties, started a garden, had three doctor appointments, wrote a 7 page outline, adopted a stray cat, had friends over for dinner….

For most of you, that might not sound crazy busy. But I do most of it hunched over from pain, barely able to walk. I am on morphine from the pain, and some days it doesn’t even make a dent.

I got to feeling sorry for myself. I cleared 4 garden beds (well, I cleared one, my niece cleared three) and could barely move for two days. I worked at the kitchen table because it was so much closer to the coffee machine.

Then the mass shooting in Orlando put things into perspective. I live my life in pain. Some live their lives in fear. Fear of things like that slimy little turd in Orlando.

And their fear is as real as my pain, but a lot harder to fix. Morphine wouldn’t touch it on its best day.

Most of you don’t know this, but I had a foster child in the late 80’s, early 90’s. He was high school age, failing, depressed, suicidal, and GAY. Also a gorgeous person of colour.

He was being bullied so badly at school that he’d been moved from foster home to foster home because of his anger and depression. (Way to really help these kids, Asshats!)

So I got him. I adored him at first sight. By the time he aged out of the system, he was happy, creative, and had a scholarship to university. What did I do that was so incredibly different?

I accepted him.  After all, who he loves is none of my concern as long as I show him it’s safe to love. Where he puts his dick is none of my business EVER.  (Unless his partner is abusive, in which case I try to help him get the strength to leave, but that story is none of your business.)

He’s now a strong, loving, beautiful man. He supports himself, owns his own home, has a wonderful partner, acts and sings on stage, and probably still lives in fear.

It breaks my heart. And terrifies me.  My son used to go to bars all the time when he was in his 20’s. He rocked that dance floor! And any of those fun-loving people out for a few drinks could have been him.

None of them were a threat to to anybody, none of them were doing anything but enjoying a night out. I look at their eager, happy photos and cry for the loss of so many lights. So many shining ones snuffed out, into darkness.

I’ve seen a couple of people celebrating their deaths. Do that anywhere I can see you and blocked will be the nicest thing to happen to you. Excuse me while I go write an execution or something, pretending it’s one of those small-minded, foul-mouthed cretins.

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My beautiful, happy boy.

My Mom’s wedding!

So, it’s been long two weeks.  Maybe a long month, I’ve lost track.

I went to New Brunswick on May 8th to help my mom with the last preparations for her wedding, meeting her groom for the first time. Eh, he’s OK, better treat her right, I know what he looks like now.

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This is the first kiss!

He seems to be a little selfish, but then again he was single for at least 10 years, he may not be used to thinking of other people. My sweetie showed him how a confident man treats women: with respect and spoiling them at the same time.  The size of your manhood is not determined by whether you ask others if they want something when you go out for coffee. Nor is it diminished by doing what she asks you to, especially if you are gluten intolerant and have IBS and she wants you to stop with the fracking donuts!

We fixed up the house, made endless cakes and bought tons of snacks and paper plates. The reception was at Mom’s house. I got to see all her brothers and sisters, some I haven’t seen in over 5 years. It was great.  So was spending time with friends in person instead of just FB messenger.

The long and short of it is that I was exhausted and out of spoons by the time we started home on the 18th. Thank Gods we got to overnight at a friend’s, the 6 hour drive that day was more than enough.

So, that was last week, the weekend included two friends birthday parties. This week was a train wreck.And it’s not over yet.

I had an appointment for an mri on tuesday, arrived at 7am to find that it was booked for 730PM! Unfortunately, all the walking to and from my non-existent appointment made me too sore to hang around for 12 hours or the real appt. Rebooked for June 20th. And time CONFIRMED.

Doctor appointment on Wednesday to followup on a problem. Calendar says 130pm, went on time. WRONG. It had been rescheduled for 9am and I was too tired to check my phone messages on Tuesday. Rebooked for next week.

Went to see dear friends for dinner, started a migraine. Frack!

Home today and my house looks like we were attacked by mad bombers while we were away. But the TV is still here, so it’s our mess. I put African chicken in the 4l crock, and hambones and water into the 15l one. Then started trying to clean up.

Ever had one of those days where you can’t do A until B is done, can’t finish B until C is done and can’t do C until A is done? Yeah, that. I want chocolate and a nap.

And the house is still a disaster.  I’m supposed to go to my writers assoc meeting tonight and pay my dues.  Sigh….

Vikings and sexy stuff

So… yesterday we went to the last day of the Viking exhibit at the Canadian Museum of Civiliza… History. (stoopid politicians changing the name to leave a footprint on history)

I went with several members of my Kindred; Norse reconstructionists and sword brothers, it’s an old religion: the prechristian faith of my northern European & Scottish/ Pictish ancestors.

It was both interesting and vaguely disappointing. I already knew most of the history and religion, but the notes on social structure and ritual were interesting. I took photos, especially of the two skulls and the burial pot. They could be ancestors of mine, we’ll never know.
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We also bought a penannular broach at the gift shop, which my darling man will be trying to copy in his forge. (see example above)

And it’s all research for my fantasy novel series! I learned new words. their own words… like viking is a verb not a noun. It’s traveling in a ship to raid or trade. People went aviking, they were not a viking.  Cool!

Also, the average age at death was 23-30 for men, slightly younger for women, likely because of poor childbirth conditions, and multiple pregnancies causing anemia and nutrition deficiencies. 60 was considered doddering old age.  Not so cool. And no wonder they married at 14, between the infant mortality rate and dying young, it’s a wonder they survived as a race.

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1000+ year old beads and broaches set from a wealthy Noreaenner woman. (grave goods)