It's been an odd month. We're still getting settled into the new house - which I love - but it's a slow process as a lot of projects, like hanging curtains, have to wait until Craig is home on the weekends. I took the month off from working on any Jamie Craig stuff, which gave
But being eager to get back into writing with Pepper has been tempered by my frustrations with a sequel I promised that I just can't get into. And all the brouhaha lately about straight women writing m/m. And being torn between factions that want realism in their romance and those that want the fantasy. Wank just makes me so damn weary. I honestly don't know how people can expend so much energy into this shit. Do they not have lives outside of their computer? Do they not have things to do? I deleted another blog from my daily links this morning because I got so angry at yet another post there, fueled by an audience with a very narrow perspective and an overdeveloped sense of "I'm right and everybody else is wrong." I find myself doing that more and more lately, because really, who has the time for it? I don't. I get up at 6:30 every morning, and I don't stop until I crash that night around midnight. Our DVR is getting hugely backed up because there's all this tv I want to watch, but I can't afford to watch more than 1 show a day (and my soap doesn't count because I end up ffing through most of it, and can finish an episode while I'm eating lunch). Last night, ANTM won (and I can't be the only one glad Bianca is gone, though most of the girls this series drive me up the frickin' wall). But that means I still have Glee, Modern Family, and CSI NY to watch, not to mention all the rest of the tv from the past 2 weeks.
Sorry. I didn't mean to sound like such a whiny bitca. It's been a crappy morning already, and it's only 9am. I made homemade cranberry/orange scones this morning in an attempt to cheer myself up - and because the kids are home on fall break so I wanted something special for them. So far, it hasn't worked.