Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Thank You.

With the release date of Rules of Engagement fast approaching, I need to give thanks to a few particular people.

When I first decided to write a male/male romance, it was, to say the least, uncharted territory. This particularly applies to the more intimate scenes, and I was concerned about making glaring, facepalm-worthy mistakes.

So, while I was outlining the book, I posted on Absolute Write in search of gay/bisexual/bi-curious men who would be willing to answer some rather intimate questions. The response was tremendous. The answers were much more revealing than I anticipated, and I can't thank all of you enough for the insights to gay sexuality and relationship dynamics. They proved more than useful for Rules of Engagement, and I've kept them in mind while writing subsequent male/male novels, including Nine Tenths of the Law and The Distance Between Us, both of which are slated for release in 2010.

I promised anonymity for all those who answered, and I stand by that. I'm not revealing any names or identities. I just wanted to thank you all for your help.

So...thank you.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The world is conspiring...

...to keep me from finishing World Enough and Time.

I really can't complain, though. It's been one distraction after another, but it's all good stuff: The arrival of my copies of Between Brothers. The contract for The Distance Between Us. Final edits for Rules of Engagement. Today? Galley copy of Rules of Engagement (which is basically the final about-to-go-to-press file that I have to go through line by line and check for typos and such). I'm down to the last 50 pages of the galley copy, so I should be done shortly, but my brain. Is. Fried.

I'm still participating in NaNoWriMo...I mean, it's day 9 and I'm nearly to 40,000 words, so it's not like I'm behind...but I'm scaling back my competitiveness a bit. Just too much going on to try to force it. That, and this story isn't coming quite as quickly as some of my others. I like how it's going, it just needs a somewhat slower hand for some reason. And hey, who am I to argue with Connor "cunning linguist" Graham when he wants a slower hand?

So, I'm just going to keep working my way through, still aiming to finish 100,000 or so by the end of the month, but maybe not being quite as competitive about it. On one hand, I'd say I don't want any more distractions, but given the types of distractions I've been getting? Bring it on, universe. Bring it on.

And as of today, it's 3 weeks until Rules of Engagement is released. You'd better believe I'll be posting here the second it drops, too. Well, when I stop SQUEEEEEEEEing, that is.

Excited?

Me?

Never...

Sunday, November 8, 2009

On Writing Fast...and Well.

With NaNoWriMo moving into its second week, it's time for the annual flurry of heated discussions on writing boards about writing fast, aiming for word counts, and similar such topics. Comments fly about "if you're writing that fast, you're writing crap", "no one can write anything worth publishing in 30 days", "speed shouldn't matter", etc.

What we commonly hear is that if you're working quickly, you're rushing. You're slapping words on paper with no regard for quality, producing something that's full of adverbs, plotholes, fluff, and filler.

To that I say: Bullshit.

"Quality over quantity" is a common mantra among writers, but neither Scarlett nor I believe the two are mutually exclusive. Just because quantity is a goal doesn't mean that quality goes by the wayside. Here's the thing: You either know how to write or you don't. You don't forget all the rules and stylistic conventions after you've written 1K, 2K, or 10K words.

That's not to say that fatigue doesn't happen. When you reach a point where the quality is suffering, by all means, stop. Rest. Refresh. If this happens at 500 words, fine. That's your "wall". If it happens at 5,000 words, then that's your "wall". And that wall may move from day to day...for me, there are days when 10,000 is easy and other days when 1,000 is like pulling teeth. For me, some scenes do require a slower hand, but I generally write pretty fast.

There are those who ask "Why rush?" Who's rushing? When the words are coming fast and furious, when the characters are cooperating and the story is flying, why slow down?

Scarlett and I have argued time and time again that just because something is written fast does not mean it's written badly. It is entirely possible to write a book quickly and still produce something worth reading. It doesn't have to take months or years of writing followed by months or years of editing. If it does, fine...everyone works at different speeds. But just because something is written quickly does not mean it's written poorly.

To put my money where my mouth is, here are my stats for my last several books: (Note that these are for the first draft only unless otherwise noted; if you want to include editing time, tack on 2-3 days...a week at the very most)
  • Nine Tenths of the Law - 37 days
  • Between Brothers - 35 days
  • Camera Shy (1st and 2nd drafts combined) - 31 days
  • With The Band (1st and 2nd drafts combined) - 25 days
  • Behind Closed Doors - 22 days
  • Rules of Engagement - 20 days
  • Luke Boydston's Baby (1st and 2nd drafts combined) - 18 days
  • Playing With Fire (1st and 2nd drafts combined) - 17 days
  • The Best Man - 14 days
  • Breaking the Rules - 14 days
  • The Distance Between Us - 11 days
Those numbers include non-writing days, especially Nine Tenths of the Law and Between Brothers, which were written while I was traveling. During that time, there were quite a few days when I couldn't write very much or at all. The numbers above are calculated based on the day I started and the day I finished, without regard to days off, travel, working on other projects, etc.

On the other hand, the most recent draft of Sins of the Father took about a year and a half to complete. (If I included the previous two drafts, we're talking upwards of ten or eleven years) And the result? It's crap. Steaming, fly-swarming, disease-spreading crap. Complete and utter FAIL on so many levels it isn't even funny. But that was the book I used to learn to write. Sins of the Father was my apprenticeship. Naturally, it took a bit longer (hey, storyfail of that magnitude doesn't happen overnight, people). Once I found my groove, though, starting with Camera Shy, the speed came with it.

Now, are the books listed above any good? Well, 1 is published, 3 are contracted, 3 full manuscripts are on editors' desks, 1 is being edited, and 3 are being queried to agents. Do with those numbers what you will, but I'm fairly confident that they're better than the drivel that took me 10 years to produce.

The bottom line here is that "writing fast" and "writing crap" are not synonymous and I'm tired of the assumption that they are. Taking forever on a book does not guarantee a quality finished product. Similarly, if something is produced quickly, it doesn't mean it's produced badly.

Go forth, write at the speed that best suits your writing, and produce the best work you possibly can.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Can we have a SQUEEE TRIPLE PLAY???

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Just got a contract offer on The Distance Between Us!

*runs around the neighborhood screaming*

Huge thanks to Scarlett and Libbie for all their help, comments, beta reading, and the works...and also to Eddie for being infinitely patient while I obsessed over the first draft. Couldn't have done it without any of you.

Now, where was I?

Oh yes...

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Oh, and James Purefoy is hot.

Friday, November 6, 2009

More Squeeing from Japanistan

Yes, I'm squeeing again. Why you ask?

The answer to that question is hyuh.

That is all.

Oh...

And...

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Friday Mancandy - Swords N Sandals

It's Friday here in Japanistan, so time for another round of mancandy. This week's theme is "Swords N Sandals", as suggested by the divinely pervy Scarlett.

So, without further adieu, how about some Gerard "This...is...SPARTA!" Butler from 300:
Joaquin "god damn it I was unmercifully hot in this movie" Phoenix as Commodus in Gladiator...
Russell "not as hot as Commodus but still wouldn't throw him out of bed" Crowe, also from Gladiator...
And we certainly don't discriminate here at Adventures in Navy Wifing, and while this particular picture lacks the requisite sword, it's Angelina Jolie, shown here in Alexander:
And speaking of Alexander, I'm sure my loyal blog minions know where this is headed.

I mean, what other film exists that manages to contain Colin Farrell, Jared Leto, and Jonathan Rhys Meyers?

All with swords.

All in sandals.

And bisexual to boot.

That, my friends, should be a recipe for smexiness of epic proportions, so I would be remiss if I didn't include a pic of the same...

Yes, I made an exception for Angelina, because aside from her ungodly accent, she was one of the redeeming features of that craptacular cinematic clusterfuck. Oliver Stone, you managed to make three of my favorite actors look like utter asshats and you still had time to completely piss away the chance to create an epic film about one of the greatest military commanders in history. And, for the love of God, it was a 3 hour film. 3 fucking hours. Was it too much to ask to see Alexander and Hephaestion snog just once???

Anyway. Tune in next week for another themed blogisode of Friday Mancandy.

Tomorrow? Back to normal, sensible blogs.

Ooooooh yeeaaaaaah.

There are milestones in the life of every writer. First finished story. First rejection. First acceptance. Some are more significant than others. Some probably don't mean squat to one writer but are career-defining for another.

Of all of them, there is one I've been looking forward to since it first dawned on me that I could write a book. I've been waiting for it for, oh, about twenty-five years. The very thought was enough to make me "SQUEE!"

And today...

After two and a half decades of keeping my "SQUEE!" to myself...

I got to hold my book in my dirty little paws:
This was followed shortly by another milestone I've dreamed about since time immemorial: I got to sign a copy of my own book. And I will, of course, be sending that first ever signed copy to the one to whom I owe my writing career.

So, if you'll indulge me...

SQUEEEEEEE!!!!

And now I'm going to go hold my book in my grimy little hands until the novelty wears off.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Pics From Japanistan

Yes, my loyal blog minions, I finally got out of the house today. It was a rather windy day, and the temperature plummeted to a bone-chilling 65 degrees or so, but we braved the arctic conditions and went out with our cameras. We headed north this time, revisiting one of our favorite photo spots, Cape Manzamo (I think I spelled that right...) as well as nearby Manza Beach.

Manza Beach:
There was also a church at the resort, which I thought looked really cool:
And evidently, being a church and all, they sometimes have weddings. Now, having been a wedding photographer in a past life, I know that it's a very hands-on job.

But...boundaries, lady. Boundaries.
We also saw some of the local wildlife...
The obligatory hermit crab, being pestered by Eddie:
"I said 'no pictures!'...stupid hoomanz..."
And maybe Libbie can help me out with identifying this bird...
Then it was on to Cape Manzamo. Now, I mentioned that the weather was a wee bit on the windy side today. To give you an idea, this is what Cape Manzamo looked like when we visited a few months ago:
And this is what it looked like today:
There are few sounds quite as cool as the "thump" of a big wave hitting cliffs. Particularly when you can feel it because it's hitting the cliff you're standing on (and yes, about 10 minutes after this pic was taken, I was standing on the pictured cliff)...
Cliffs + Waves = Happy Lori
Being a sucker for a) taking pictures of waves, b) walking past "danger signs" and fences, and c) positioning myself precariously on a cliff's edge during high winds, I was in heaven. So, if you'll indulge me, a few wave pictures...
Yes. It's really that blue.
Okay, but not that blue...
Yes, I was having some fun with Photoshop. Sue me.
After teetering on the edge of the cliffs for a while and trying to keep my balance, keep my hair out of my face (note to self: when windy, wear ponytail), and focus camera, it was time for some liquid refreshment. I was in the mood for some iced coffee, and as I was drinking it, glanced at the label. And...uh...
I can't say I've ever taken "milky mouthfeel" into consideration when selecting a drink, but I'll keep it in mind in the future. Or something.

One of the other cool things about this place is some of the funky architecture. I've been remiss in getting pics of it lately, so here's a few to pacify everyone until I get some more.

They love brightly colored, squarish buildings here, and they're pretty much all constructed out of concrete. Note the terra cotta Shi Shi dog on the right:
This is a pretty typical street...some buildings are grey and plain, others are cool colors with interesting shapes:
So there you have it. Another adventure in Japanistan. More to come next time Eddie has a day off and the weather cooperates.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Vote! Vote! Vote!

Between Brothers has been nominated for a few awards at The Romance Erotica Connection.

Nominations are for the following:
Steamiest Sex Scene
Hottest Male Lead - Darren Knight
Erotic Book Cover of the Year
Amanda Kelsey - Cover Artist

C'mon folks - vote!!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

It Begins!

14 hours and 44 minutes ago, NaNoWriMo kicked off here in Japanistan. I did 1,019 words after midnight, just to get things rolling, and am now plowing through my daily goal. So far, World Enough and Time is at 3,514 words, and my male main character is being a filthy bastard, so all is as it should be. Less than 12,000 words to go until the Milestone of Destinah.

Definitely feels good to be writing again. Going two weeks without writing? Makes. Lori. Crazy. And not in a good way.

Now, back to work, with visions of a 10,000 word day dancing in my brainz.

For everyone doing NaNo, good luck and get writing!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Just when I thought I'd seen it all...

Sally sends me this:



Now I want a bunny.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Friday Mancandy - The Tux Issue

Okay, so I've gotten e-mails from people wanting more mancandy blog entries, and e-mails from people wanting fewer mancandy blog entries. In order to try to appease everyone, I am commencing a new tradition here at Adventures In Navy Wifing:

Friday Mancandy.

This is in homage to Scarlett's former tradition of Monday Totty. I can't guarantee that it'll happen every Friday, but it will only happen on Fridays. And I know it's only been a few days since the Coats N T-shirts entry, but...it's my blog and I feel like it. Henceforth, Fridays only.

If you have an idea for a theme or have a particular guy (or girl - I don't discriminate!) you'd like to see on a Friday Mancandy, leave a comment or send me an e-mail. Of course, I reserve the right to decide if someone is entirely too squicky, young, old, or for whatever other reason doesn't measure up to this blog's stringent standards of smexiness. Categories for determining smexiness include, but aren't limited to, profusion of ink, sexiness of shoulders, dirty smirks, musical abilities, desirable accents, and whether or not he is the crusty midget half of a Las Vegas stage magic duo. We have standards here, folks.

So, without further adieu, the first Friday Mancandy Blog Entry.

This week...The Tux Issue.

Because...

Oh c'mon, do I really have to explain why?

Men. Tuxes. End of:
"Shhh, don't tell anyone...even mussed up hair is sexy with a tux..."
If Australia wasn't already a badass film, and if it didn't have a scene with a half-naked Hugh Jackman pouring water over himself, this would make it worth the price of admission:
I'd put some witty commentary on this one, but I seem to have forgotten how to type because ;sihwpiodhm eiohfoqjdowqjd...
Tuxes and guns are always a good combination...
Always a good combination...
The loose bowtie thing is hot too. Don't know why, don't care why, it is.
Henry agrees with me too...
And while an unkempt tux and a gun are smexy, still, nothing quite beats a neat, tidy, bow-tied one...particularly on a Purefoy:
And while I'm at it...let's face it...tuxes are hot, but some guys just look good in anything:
Stay tuned for next week's Friday Mancandy.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

48 Hours To Go on the West Side, Yo

For those of us on the west side of the International Date Line - also known as "the cool kids" - NaNoWriMo is a little over 48 hours away The rest of you will just have to wait a little longer to get started. Sorry, we can't all be superstars. *flashes West Side gang signs at my homies on this side of the line*

Anyway, I've blogged at length in the past about the benefits of NaNoWriMo, so I don't need to repeat all of that here. If you're considering entering, there is still time, and you have nothing to lose. I can't recommend it enough, especially if you're a procrastinator like me. NaNoWriMo gave me the kick in the butt and the discipline to write every day. Do it. You know you want to.

I'm still debating exactly what I'm going to do to make NaNo a challenge this year. I've pretty much settled into a routine of 80,000 words or so a month, so 50,000 isn't that big of a deal. We'll see how World Enough and Time goes, then I may shoot for a total of 100,000 or more.

Speaking of World Enough and Time, I'm itching to start. Really excited about this book, particularly my male main character. This story is an erotic romance (I KNOW! OH MY GOD! SHOCKING!) about a cunning linguist and a dressage trainer. Yes, I'm serious.

This has also been my longest continuous period of not writing since last October. I finished The Distance Between Us on October 18 and haven't written since because I'm waiting until NaNo to start on this new project. *scream* C'mon, November 1st!! Hurry up and get here so I can start writing again!

Fortunately, my obsessive nail-biting about starting this new book has cut down (though not significantly) on my obsessive nail-biting about my outstanding queries. I currently have 40 outstanding queries for a total of 7 books, including full manuscripts for 4 books on editors' desks. Me? Obsess? Never...

Anyway. Just about 48 hours to go for all of us cool kids. *flashes gang signs* Just two days, yo, then it be NaNoWrizzle Fo'Shizzle.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Because I Feel Like It...

I'm in a "blah" mood today, so I feel the need for a mancandy blog entry. But this isn't just any mancandy blog entry. No, much like the ever popular Shoulder Showcase, there is a theme.

Now, I should preface this by saying that I generally couldn't care less about fashion or any such related nonsense. Fashion bores the hell out of me.

However, there is one trend that I appreciate mightily. I can't even begin to explain why, but this particular look makes me go tingly in my brainz. I don't know whose idea it was, but they deserve a medal. Seriously.

So this blog entry is for you, Inventor of the Trend of Wearing Blazers Over T-shirts...because...good lord...





Can't explain it, but I love it. NOM NOM NOM.

More sensible blog entries coming up in the next few days as we gear up for NaNoWriMo. But for all you mancandy fans, never fear...there will be other "themed candy" blogs in the near future as well.

Stay tuned...

Monday, October 26, 2009

Anticipation! GAH!

The word of the day here in my world is ANTICIPATION.

Edits of Rules of Engagement will be here any day now and the book will be released in December. I've got my copies of Between Brothers en route to me as we speak (Have you ordered yours yet?). I've got numerous queries and four full manuscripts out there, any of which could be answered in the very, very near future.

Anxiety. I has it.

I'm also eagerly anticipating November 1st, because that's the beginning of NaNoWriMo. And yes, of course, I'm participating, which means I can't start my book until the 1st. Now that World Enough and Time has been outlined, the characters are calling to me. Keeping me up at night, whispering in my ear, demanding to be written. I really really really really really want to start this book. Like...now. But I will wait. In the meantime, I will amuse myself with Closer and with looking up romantic and erotic poetry for World Enough and Time (and thanks to everyone who has sent me poems - huge help!).

And of course, I'll be working on the outline.

And thinking about the characters.

And tweaking the outline some more.

Is it November yet?
Is it November yet?
Is it November yet?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

For those who have been waiting...

...Between Brothers is now available in paperback.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

RANT: Childfree by Choice

I've been thinking about posting this for quite a while now, and after reading a couple of blogs yesterday, I have to do it. I can't keep my trap shut anymore.

I am childfree by choice.

Yes, I'm one of those people who deliberately and unabashedly choose not to procreate.

What I am not is a child-hater. I'm not a parent-hater. (No, I don't have a lot of patience with parents who allow - key word: allow - their children to behave obnoxiously without consequence or intervention, but I don't hate parents) I'm not some selfish twat who refuses to give of myself or some nonsense like that.

I am simply someone who does not have and does not wish to have children.

It really is that simple.

However, there seem to be a lot of misconceptions (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) about the childfree, and I wish to clear some of them up. Because, quite frankly, I'm tired of self-righteous know-it-alls judging my character or telling me what I think/want/feel based solely on my voluntary lack of children. Some of the questions and comments really get under my skin. So. Without further adieu...
  1. Who will take care of you when you're older? My response to this is two-pronged: a) Having children as insurance for elder care is pretty fucked up and b) there's no guarantee your children will take care of you either.
  2. Why do you hate children so much? I don't. I just don't wish to have any of my own. I fully intend to spoil my neices and nephews rotten and be the wicked cool eccentric aunt who lives a million miles away. I was not born to be a parent, I was born to be an aunt.
  3. Don't you want to care for and nurture something? I have cats. Next...
  4. You're selfish. Let me get this straight: I recognize that what I want out of life is incongruous with parenthood, so I elect not to have children who might resent or be resented...and that makes me selfish?
  5. You'll change your mind. Actually, I did change my mind...I went from wanting kids to absolutely not wanting them. Minds can change both ways.
  6. You'll regret it. I'd rather regret not having children than regret having them. And yes, there are people who regret having children. I don't wish to be one of them. If I have them and regret them, then what?
  7. But...it's just what you do after you get married. If you so choose, yes. I don't.
  8. You're withholding grandchildren from your parents. See, I happen to be blessed with wicked cool parents who believe that my life is my own and don't feel the need to put pressure on me to provide them with happiness in the form of grandchildren. Yep, that's right, my friends: I got the cool parents.
  9. You're depriving your husband of children. He's childfree too. We're good.
  10. Don't you want to carry on your husband's name? It's just a name. Isn't enough to make me want to undertake the responsibility of parenthood.
  11. You're not a real woman until you have children. Really?? So I'm imaginary then?? Does that mean I get superpowers? 'Cause that would kick ass. Okay, seriously. What kind of nonsense is this? And when does it stop? Am I not a real woman until I've had one? Two? Three? Bottom line is that I'm not interested in proving to someone else that I am a "real woman". I'm certainly not going to bring a child into the world to prove it. If I feel the need to prove something to you, I'll armwrestle you and call it a day.
  12. But, but, pregnancy and childbirth are life-altering experiences. So they are. However, they would alter my life in ways I don't wish to have it altered.
  13. You don't know what tired/busy/frazzled is until you have children. Wait, weren't you just trying to convince me I should have children? Because telling me this when I am tired/busy/frazzled isn't doing much to help your case. Seriously. And really, how insulting is this? Just because I don't share your fatigue, stress, or the cause thereof does not negate what may be going on in my life at a given time. We all have our crosses to bear. Don't be a martyr about it.
  14. Don't you want a family? I have a family.
  15. Your child could be the one who cures cancer. Or s/he could be a serial killer. Given the number of serial killers throughout history vs the number of people who have cured cancer, I'm not crazy about those odds.
  16. There's something wrong with you if you don't want children. Um, no. No, there really isn't. I recognize who I am and what I want out of life, and live accordingly. There is nothing wrong with that.
  17. You don't know what love is until you have a child. Of all the things people say, this is by far the most offensive. I mean...really? Stop and think about this, folks. I may never know what it's like to love a child of my own, but don't think for a second that I don't know what love is. How appallingly narcissistic to believe that unless one doesn't follow your path in life, they don't know what love (or happiness) really is.
Okay, you get the idea. The bottom line is that there are those of us who choose, for whatever reasons, not to have children. Just as we all choose different career paths, follow different spiritual paths, or parents decide to have 1, 2, or 8 children, no one path is right for every single person.

All I ask, my friends, is that you respect my path for what it is, and let me walk it without judgment.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Stuff in the offing and a request of my loyal blog minions.

Once again, I need the assistance of my loyal blog minions, but first, an update of the writerly persuasion...

The eagle-eyed and/or bored among you may have noticed that there are now three word counters on the right side of my blog. World Enough and Time won't be starting until November 1st, but I'm going to be plucking away at Closer between now and then. I started Closer a few months ago, then put it aside, but I've picked it back up, dusted off the outline, revamped a few things, and am ready to give it a go again.

Closer is going to progress a little differently than most of my books. Normally, I write one at a time and grind straight through them, aiming to finish a first draft in 2-3 weeks. With Closer, I'm probably going to write one or two chapters a day at most, and it'll be happening while I work on other projects too.

Why am I doing this?

The answer is quite simple: Closer contains a serious abundance - no, infestation - of those scenes(tm). More precisely: 38 of 53 chapters. Yes, my loyal blog minions, Closer could very well be dirtier than Between Brothers, at least as far as quantity of those scenes(tm). So, in order to keep from burning myself out, I'm going to slow things down a bit and work on it as I have the time/energy to do so.

Meanwhile, World Enough and Time will be written as per my usual methods. And speaking of that little WIP, that brings me to the aforementioned request of my loyal blog minions:

I'm looking for poems.

Yes, poems.

Specifically, those with romantic or erotic undertones, and I prefer them from the Elizabethan era. I've got Shakespeare pretty well covered, especially thanks to Scarlett (who has also provided me with a few others), but any other poets - whether obscure or well-known - would be great.

What poems make you swoon? Which make you wish they were written specifically to or about you? Which make you blush? Which are so beautifully erotic, they...well, we'll leave it at that.

Can be individual lines, entire poems, whatever you have, as long as you provide the title and author as well. Post in the comments section or e-mail me privately.

Come on, folks - show me your poetic parts!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Ninjas, Poetry, and November

The title ninja has, once again, worked her magic, and bestowed upon my new work-in-progress the title of World Enough and Time. If it sounds familiar to any loyal blog minions, you probably heard it as a line from the poem To His Coy Mistress.

World Enough and Time will commence on November 1st, as part of my participation in NaNoWriMo. I'm debating writing a second book in the same month, to give myself an extra challenge for NaNo. We'll see. I'm trying to ease out of "Workaholic Hermit" mode and be a little more social. Specifically, exploring the island more, spending time with my husband, and getting my ass to the gym. Not to worry, I'll still be keeping insane hours, just scaling back a little.

Speaking of islands and husbands, I plan to go out with the latter and check out some of the former this weekend, now that we have a functioning vehicle. Assuming the weather holds out, there will at last be some pictures posted right hyuh, since it has been entirely too long since my last photo-sodden blog entry about Japanistan.

Now back to outlining the bejeezus out of World Enough and Time...

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Ahhhhhhhh....done. And a year older.

The Distance Between Us is done and revised. Thank fuck.

And...just in time for my birthday! I am, as Scarlett so eloquently put it, one year closer to the grave, and have one year remaining before Dirty Thirty. Scary, isn't it? I suppose I should get around to maturing at some point, but, meh, why bother? I've gotten this far with the maturity of a third grader. If it ain't broke...

For my birthday, my husband, being the lovely man he is, gave me a gift card for iTunes (so I could pre-order the new 30 Seconds to Mars album, which is going to kick some serious ass if Kings and Queens is any indication), but he also went a step further and got me something wicked cool.

In fact, it's quite possibly the coolest birthday gift in the history of ever.

He got me...

...real estate in the 2nd Circle of Hell.

Yes. That's right.

My husband bought me my own place in hell.

Who says romance is dead? Back off, ladies, this man is taken.