This is a weird feeling. I remember years ago when I doses myself heavily with caffeine because I was doing 60 to 80 hour a week shifts at the mental health center, and it feels a lot like that. I haven’t noticed an improvement in focus yet, but my skin feels very odd. Even up into my scalp my skin feels heavy and tingles a bit. It’s more of an irritating experience then uncomfortable, but I still hope the sensation is temporary. Has anyone else been on D-Amphetamine salt combo XR (Adderall)? Have you experienced these symptoms? Maybe it’s because I have been off all caffeine for over a decade (save some chocolate) .
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genrereviews for this one! Worlds Collide is in its first run of pro edits, which is a good sign for a winter release end of this year or beginning of next, so that comes first. Next on my plate are the fixes on Shadow Magic which just came back from an editor friend. I should be able to tackle these and get it done before the end of June, which was my goal, so that is good.
Last is the final beta on Bloodstained Innocence, the urban fantasy I’m hoping to use to get agented. Once it’s done I have to put together a query letter and start looking for LGBT friendly agents that handle urban fantasy. The concern is this is not a romance or erotica, though there is some romantic content, and I’ve been told UF with erotic content sells better. I would rather see this marketed as a YA urban fantasy piece or a UF suspense rather than romance, especially since there isn’t the traditional romantic HEA though there is a happy ending IMO. We’ll see what the agent says soon as I figure out who to send queries to.
And I just found out last night about the death of Michael Jackson and Farrah Faucet. I admit I wasn’t a big fan of Farrah, but I grew up loving MJ’s music from very young. I do know he was a very sensitive child, much like my own son, and was under a great deal of pressure for many many years, with very little emotional support. I’m certain in the same circumstances, without I great deal of support, my own son would break emotionally. That is such a lot to ask of any child, esepcially one so sensitive natured. I don’t know enough of the truth behind his life over the past couple decades to know how to feel about many of the things said about him. I doubt the full truth will ever be known. One thing I do know fore cetain, no one can deny the gift his music was to so many, myself included. For that gift I honor him.
No matter what may or may not have happen in his living days, may Michael finally have the peace denied him for long, and may those who loved him find the best piece he left behind in his song, and hold those close.
The Pride Festival seemed to go well, not that I got to see much of it. One of these years I have to lesson the shifts I do volenteering so I’m not too tired to enjoy myself. I did get to meet some new folks, and it’s always great to see the families coming together during the day. Monster lass got a cold so she didn’t get to go this weekend, but she did help both days of set up (since she got suspended from school for two days *sigh*)
I got to watch the first episode of the second season of True Blood yesterday since I taped it while I was at the Pride event. I am soooo addicted to this show. It’s the first TV series I’ve bothered keep up with (after watching the first season on DvD that is) for years. I really enjoyed this new episode, and if you want to hear more about my thoughts come read past the spoiler line.
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( An Ounce of Prevention... )
I also got a reminder from Outpost that my order of soy beans is in and it got me thinking about making my own tofu. I’ve found since I stopped eating meat I’ve had some grilled and sautéed tofu I really liked and am looking forward to learning how to prepare it myself. I really need to cook more and tightened the food budget with needing to pay off bills and prepare to afford school this fall.
( Making Soymilk and Tofu )
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I think of the rage I felt every time I had to walk a woman past a line of protestors who screamed horrible things at her without knowing anything about her story. I’ve read about the unconscionable things done to doctors like Dr Tiller, who no matter the fear and the violence their suffered, continue to do their jobs. The bravery of these doctors, and everyone who worked in those clinics to give women a safe place to carry out a very hard choice is phenomenal.
These pro-lifers talk about respect for life, and yes so do mean it, but for others like the shooter and those like him have no idea what true respect for the sanctity of life means. My heart goes out to Dr. Tiller’s friend and family, to all the lives this murder and other like it have touched, and too the people gathering for the vigil in Boston. We are with you.
Thanks to
silk_noir for this link Dr. Tiller In His Own Words
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I heard so many wonderful things about the guest of honor speeches and the awards event I wish I could’ve gone to the event. Adrian was running the AV last night so I stayed in the room with my daughter and got the much needed rest. Even so I was still exhausted Monday as I packed out things and went off to my first panel. “Tech Tools for Writers” I took lots of notes for this panel, some I will share later as I look into the tools mentioned.
“Getting It Wrong Gracefully” was a mixed bag I think. Good conversation were had, but some of the things at least one (maybe two, I’m still processing) of my fellow panelists said I found rather problematic. I also discovered the father of my kids might need another conversation on how to choose his words carefully when asking a question from a privileged point of view (a conversation which I admit gave us something to do on the ride home). Even with some of the challenges, I really feel some good did come out of this conversation, maybe if nothing else then the reminder safe space need to be had for more of these talks to happen.
The Sign Out was an experience. I stole the spot next to Nnedi and even though not a lot of folks stopped by for me to sign stuff, I had some kick ass conversations. It was an amazing feeling to be there my first year as a published author.
Days later I am still tired, emotionally and physically, but I am so glad I went this year. I miss so many people so deeply, it’s like leaving my family behind. Once a year never feels like it’s enough.
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