Well, no big news today on Daphne. The Boy's vet has today off but agreed to look at her x-rays from home - hooray! Our vet agreed to send them down (yesterday) but then I got a call first thin this morning telling me that our vet's assistant sent the x-rays priority mail rather than FedEx. I cannot begin to tell you the number of times I quadruple checked that our vet was okay sending these x-rays FedEx so that The Boy's contact could have them today. Our vet was totally sorry about it, but that means putting off any decision for a while. Especially since the x-rays were being sent to The Boy's contact's home and so he won't even get them until the end of the day Thursday. I know it's selfish, but we just need to know what to do - what's going on. Right now we're having to drug our new dog to keep her sedate because she has a s everely broken femur and no cast, no external fixiter, nothing.Our vet said she'd feel better putting a splint on Daff's leg so I took her in this morning. Here's a picture of that ridiculousness! She loves her new hedgehog! Only prob. is that a few hours later the splint slipped which torqued our poor dog's leg even worse so thankfully it's gone now and she's much much happier. Poor thing!The good news is that she doesn't have heart worms, so there is silver lining in all of this :)The hardest part is the roller coaster. Vet #1 said yesterday "no question, amputate." Then, when he found out we were both attorneys he said, "well, if you have the money it might be worth fixing." Then our vet said, "no question, amputate" and for some very good reasons: there's already arthitis, her bones are swiss cheesy, and she'd have to be confined for months and months with no guarantee. Then this morning our vet said that she's spoken to her surgeon about the case and he said the leg might be saveable. So what do we do? I mean, everyone says amputation gets rid of the pain now and she's up and normal in about 2 weeks and will live a very happy life. Getting it fixed means another dangerous surgery and possibility of infection that our vet says might already be there. It means keeping a dog that wants nothing more than to play locked up in a pen for months and months. I guess it just seems so much harder because we're in an Indian Summer and she loves to lay outside and watch the birds and trees. There's a part of me that wants to fix it if we can because it seems that is what you do. But at the same time there's a part of me that wonders if she'll be happier if it's amputated. It's surprising how much goes into a question like this and what I thought was the easy or best answer may not be what I used to think it was.So confusing. Anyone else have thoughts on the matter?
 It has not been a good day in our household. I woke up at 6:30 to haul Daphne to the vet that did her surgery (about 45 minutes away). See, we were under the impression that the external post on her leg (ew) would be removed and that her leg would be practically healed. This is what the people told us when we adopted Daphne.So not the case. The vet showed me her x-rays and I was horrified. They look awful. Not only is there still a very clear break - a total snap of her femur - but it is not a straight bone any more meaning that the two ends don't even meet. I couldn't believe it! The vet started talking amputation and kept calling our girl a "he" and I was so upset by the shoddy surgical job that I just had to leave and call The Boy in tears. We made an appointment with our own vet and when I went back in that vet showed me her earlier x-rays from before and after the surgery and they looked great.Turns out the surgeon did everything right. But the family that had her before us did it all wrong. They didn't keep her "quiet." Instead, they let her go play with the other dog and put her in the yard on a long line. With a broken femur and a post sticking out of her leg in multiple places. Our vet said the same thing - amputate. She said there just wasn't any healthy bone left to plate and that the arthritus was already setting in. She agreed with the first vet: if Daphne had been kept still after her first surgey, she'd likely be fine now.So it has been a roller coaster day. Daff is now in the back yard, racked out in the sun cause our vet gave her pain meds and a sedative. The Boy worked for a vet for 7 years and is calling a contact there to have a very well-respected orthopedic surgeon look at her x-rays for one last consult. Either way, our new girl has to have surgery tomorrow and it's either plate and re-pin her leg with 6 months of confinement or amputate. All afternoon I've been reading about amputation in dogs. They say that a three-legged dog really is just like a four-legged dog. It's just not what I was expecting with my first dog and I'm angry that it has come to this and that it is so unecessary because if she'd been properly cared for we wouldn't be in this situation.That's all stuff I can't change. This isn't how I planned on spending my days off from work: ferrying a new dog around, riding emotional roller-coasters and researching three-legged dogs. But I think she's worth it.
Well, we did it - we got a dog! The original plan was to get a dog when we moved into the new house this summer, but I backed out because I didn't want to upset the cats and I just wasn't ready. Then, a few weeks ago we decided to get a dog in the spring when the weather is nicer but that we'd be open if a dog found us. See, in The Boy's family, that's how they get all their pets - they find The Boy and his family. Then, last week The Boy got an email from a co-worker about a little lab that had been hit by a car and broken her leg. The dog had surgery on the leg weeks ago and was looking for her permanant home. The Boy immediately emailed me and said "it's a sign!!!" and we went and looked at her and fell in love! We're thinking of naming her Daphne (Greek myth) but calling her Daf, Daffy, etc. (and every now and then I call her Dizzy). What do you think? Any other good name suggestions?
Tomorrow The Boy and I are headed to my sister's house in the burbs of Hotlanta (really, they shouldn't be allowed to call it a suburb when you're so far out that you're in another county and almost another state). I can't WAIT to see my sister - it's been ages. Plus I get to play with my nephews and hang with my mom and all that fun stuff. On the way out of town tomorrow The Boy and I are going to meet a pup to see if we're going to add a new member to our four-legged family. Very exciting and very scary!Fingers crossed we all get a lot of writing done over the Holidays! But I have a feeling that I might sacrifice my NaNo goal for some quality time with my family. Anyone else have big (or small) plans?
I've seen this one around and decided to give it a whirl. Of course, that meant sitting on my couch talking to myself as I tried to figure out what I sounded like. I'm not surprised at the results that much. I was raised in the South and live there now but my dad is a yankee and my mom was raised on a banana plantation in Latin America so it makes sense that I wouldn't have a Southern accent.I wonder why the little red lines aren't showing up... sigh... that kind of day I guess...
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There's been some talk out there about first lines which is so funny because I was just thinking about first lines and favorite lines. Thanks to Rachel for sending me to Fangs, Fur & Fey which has tons of people talking about this topic.I used to think that first lines were the most important in the book. Wait, I still think that to a certain extent (once the book is published). But I used to think that I couldn't start writing a book until I knew what the first line would be. It was like hanging around at the starting line - once I knew the first line it was time to write like mad in order to keep up with the story. Without that first line though...These days I don't feel as strongly about that. I start writing where I can start writing. Someone once said to start with what interests you and write all the interesting scenes that come after that since those are the scenes the reader will want to read. So that's what I did with DB&D. Sure it's a little episodic and needs to be woven together a bit more, but I also cut the first two chapters and so the original first line exists no more.On the other hand, with my current WIP I thought of the first line as I was leaving work one day. I emailed it to myself and later I read the email and thought, "hmmm, let's see where this goes" and now I'm 16+k words in and loving it. Without further ado, here are the first lines of my mss:1. "I won't do it mother." (there was more to this line but I can't remember it. This is the first whole novel I ever wrote and I didn't start until I knew the first line).2. It all began when Katie dropped William Peterson’s liver on the white-tiled floor. “Oh, damn,” she said against her surgeon’s mask as she glared at her male assistant, Rodney, who was making no effort to quell his laughter. (This was my second ST novel and again, once I had the first line I was off like a rocket).3. Truth be told, I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be. (This is where I cut a few chapters; originally this line was somewhere in chapter 3).4. My mother used to tell me about the ocean. She said there was a place where there was nothing but water as far as you could see and that it was always moving, rushing towards you and then away. (this is my current WIP, the one with the line I emailed to myself and ran with).Like everyone else, I have others - ones part of tossed away ideas. But all of these are part of projects that I either completed or am in the process of writing/finishing.So, what first lines do all of you have tucked away? How important do you think that first lines are? How do you view them?
That's the sound of me not entering the Golden Heart. Yep, I'm going to do it. That's right, I'm going to NOT enter the Golden Heart.
I may regret it, when everyone else gets their scores back I'll probably wonder what I could have done. But hopefully by that time I'll have DB&D written and fully submitted and the new new project also written and submitted. I think the Golden Heart is a great thing. I think the people who final and win are superstars - for real.
But right now the most important thing for me to do is write, polish and submit (in that order). And if I'm still unsold this time next year, just think of all the manuscripts I'll have to enter!! If I'm not unsold (ie, sold) then I'll be on my journey and winning the Golden Heart would just be a feather in my cap.
So good luck to all of you entering. You should be very proud of yourselves!!
 Thirteen Reasons I'm half-assing Thursday Thirteen this week - It's The Boy's and I anniversary (not as much time for blogging when out celebrating);
- Had a little too much wine last night for blogging (and had my attention on other things, see #1 above);
- Power went off last night (so no computer, no internet. But that meant candle-light and the fire which was very appropriate for #1 above);
- Over-slept (see #2 above);
- I never ever blog at work - paranoia that my blog will get found out and I'll get in trouble;
- I'm going to Cameron Indoor tonight (for those of you who don't know, that's Duke basketball - it's part of #1 above);
- So because of #6 I'm leaving early from work - no time for blogging;
- Um... bad foresight on my part not to plan ahead;
- I didn't want to bump The Boy's awesome news with a new post (see post below - The Boy rocks!);
- Thursday snuck up on me this week (see # 8);
- I had to spend my free time yesterday working on my mother's small claims court appeal (looong story);
- I spent the rest of my free time getting what I needed for The Boy's present (see #1 above);
- I didn't even have any free time yesterday for writing (and won't again today - so sad!).
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The Boy is a phenomenal writer. I mean, he's the type of writer that as you read his work you wonder how people can have such talent - how they can ever think to put words together like that. He writes sentences that make me ache because they are so beautifully written.In the past I've mentioned that The Boy and his brother have this writing game called, aptly enough, The Story Game. They throw out a topic every week (the pitch) and write. It used to be 2 pages single spaced, now it can go up to four. They post most of what the write on their website and there is some truly awesome stuff up there. I'll have to link to my favorites sometime. But this post is about The Boy and his FIRST SALE! I wrote about it a while back, but now it is finally out in print. I'm so proud of him. When he and I decided on the 10 Year Plan almost a year ago, he dedicated himself to it. He went from having one finished story a year ago that he'd never submitted to multiple stories submitted and this one sold. He's had two stories sent up to the lead editors out of the slush which is damn impressive. He gets up at 5:30 in the morning so that he can write (we were the type that slept past noon in law school and could barely make it out of bed for our 10am or 11am classes...).So I just wanted to throw out a huge CONGRATULATIONS to The Boy. I know this is the first of many sales, and I am just so amazingly proud of him.
Funny thing is (ok, not really that funny) I come home at the end of the day and The Boy has also gotten a rejection letter. Sigh... good thing he picked up some wine on the way home!So here are my thoughts on being REJECTORED!:I wasn't expecting the email today - that was a two week turnaround with the agent being out of town on vacay for a week. And so when I checked my blackberry I was confused. See, I have a history of sorts with this agent. And I don't mean a real history like she's read my stuff. But earlier this year I was casting about trying to figure out what to write and not really gaining any traction. At the new year The Boy and I had instituted our 10 year plan (to live off writing in 10 years) and I wasn't doing much to move my own portion of the plan along.Then I win a silly contest on this agent's blog which results in an automatic partial read. But I had no partial. And so I sat down and started writing DB&D. I wrote this story because I loved it and I knew from the beginning that it was different. And I really feel like I owe that little push that I needed to the agent. I had a timeline for submitting it to the Agent (we'll give her a capital A now) that I was happy with. But then Agent had an online pitch slam and I couldn't resist. I'd written a big big chunk of rough draft but it was still very very episodic and rough. But out of the many many pitches she got, mine was chosen and I was super excited. And then I had to work my ass off to get the partial edited. This is the most I've ever edited anything and I was damn proud. But I took a looooong time getting it to her because I hadn't finished the book and just didn't know what to do.See, the downside of working on the partial is that I stalled in actually writing the rest of the book. During the meantime I came up with some really good plot arcs, but all of the sudden there was just so much pressure to FINISH THE BOOK NOW NOW NOW. It was no longer fun. Instead it was just always hanging over my head.Now, pause here for a moment. I know that when there are book contracts and deadlines that this becomes routine. But see, that's the difference between now and then. Now writing is about writing, enjoying the book. Trying to get sold, sure. But I've come to the realization that once you sell there's so much more to worry about then just the writing. So why not enjoy just the writing while you can?Anyways, so I felt relief to not have to bust my butt to send off the full. But then I realized that she hadn't even asked for the full. Here was my book - THE ONE - and she didn't even ask for the full. Or comment one way or another.Ok, now, don't worry. I'm not into rejectomancy (the art of discerning rejections as The Boy calls it) and seriously this is only the first of what will be many. That's the way of the writing life. I'm not going to give up, I'm not going to think that I'm a bad writer or that I can't make it or any of that stuff. The rejection simply means that my project wasn't right for that agent. And honestly, that's not really a surprise.But here's the thing... I can't be the only writer out there who - just in that moment before sleep - imagines how this submission will be the one to change the world. That this partial will have them all going "WOW!" and that this one will cause the auction, will get the contract, will hit the lists, and will allow you to quit the job and live in luxury. Hey, we're talking about the edge of sleep here where anything can happen. Getting that rejection just puts an end to that particular dream. I'm not saying I'm not going to keep thinking those things because, let's be honest, it's fun to day dream about that stuff. I've always said that a big part of breaking up with someone is the loss of what could have been. The loss of the daydreams. That's what a rejection is. Doesn't mean you won't date again or find someone much much better. It just means that for a moment you have to learn how to put aside that old dream and look to the newer and better one.So this Agent didn't ask for more. But I still owe her a huge debt because she got me writing and that is what all of this is about. Now I feel free to finish DB&D on my own time and submit it when it's ready so that I can throw myself behind it full force. I'm even thinking of NOT entering it in the Golden Heart because I'm tired of the constant pressure to GET IT DONE NOW. Don't worry, I plan on getting it done because I think it is great. But I want to - and need to - enjoy it.
My partial was rejected today via email... in the car... on the way to lunch. Sometimes having a blackberry can be a bitch :) At least I was there with The Boy. It's been a while since I've been rejected and I have lots of thoughts. But I only stopped home to grab something and decided to do a little blog update before heading back to work (I have a strict personal rule of no blogging or looking at my blog at work - I live in fear).So later today I'll sit down and share my thoughts. Sigh...
 After a long morning of torturing snakes, there's nothing like a lie down and a stretch in front of the fire to replenish the spirit. He's such a cute little hunter. And yes, we are those people who take pictures of their pets all the time. And yes, you, as my blog reader, will be subjected to those pictures.But I tell you what, isn't this how we all feel on a lazy weekend afternoon?
My Saturday morning went a bit like this:The Boy: "Honey, where's the camera?"Me: "In the dining room, why?"The Boy: "No reason, I can't find it in there."Me: "Try the kitchen, why?"The Boy: "Nothing, don't worry."I hear the basement door open.Me: "What is it?"The Boy: "..."Since our basement has been leaking I fear he is taking a picture of that and I go to investigate. Instead I see him taking a picture of my cat (there's a cat door down to the basement).Me: "What's he got?"The Boy: "You don't want to know."
Me: "No really, what's he got?"
The Boy: "Trust me, you don't want to know."
Me: "I wanna see."
The Boy:
I've said it before: word count challenges can be a dangerous thing. Because when you're aiming for 10k and you're only at 8k, you'll throw anything down just to up the meter.Anyone else have this situation? Does anyone sacrifice word count for quality? Do you think the good advice that "you can't fix a blank page" enters into it? Just thinking as I pound away...
Thirteen Things I've Done to Procrastinate During Nano - Cleaned up gmail account;
- Cleaned up house;
- Cleaned up office (noticing a trend here?);
- Slept;
- Kissed The Boy (he encourages that kind of procrastination);
- Took down Halloween decorations ("But," you all say, "you should have done that anyways." You clearly don't realize that it was Christmas until almost February in our place last year...);
- Exercised;
- Tried to find a picture that would work for my NaNo profile (found the picture, can't make it small enough);
- Looked at other people's NaNo profiles;
- Started updating my blog again;
- 5 words: big bottle of red wine (originally I had that as 4 words and then was like, "hmmm, that doesn't look right... d'oh!);
- Started another novel that is wholly unrelated. (BTW, do you think I can just roll the new word count into the old and say "This is where the muse took me!" I mean, I was in the middle of writing one and haven't stopped writing... just stopped writing on that old idea. Hmmm... maybe I can just make the new idea like a dream in the old idea's world. Yeah, that might work. Because then I'd be up to like 16k words! Right on track. Come on, does anyone have my back on this??);
- Blog hopping, blog hopping, blog hoppin.
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You know, I keep hearing that if you write your goals down you have a better chance of reaching them. I think this is only the case if you don't care about letting yourself down. Now, throwing those goals out into the world for everyone to know about and hold you to, that's another matter entirely.So this is a post dedicated to where I am and where I think I might be going...Where I am:- The partial to DB&D was reveived by the agent on October 30. She generally has a two-week turn around on partials but she's on vacay this week which might set her behind which means I just have to put it out of my mind.
- I'm up to 40k words revised on DB&D (so if she requests the full I have some serious writing to do). But in total I have 50k written and about 15k left to write and then MASSIVE overhaul and edits to make it "finished." As a side note, I'm excited about the prospect of DB&D being finished because then I can try to sell it like crazy without the fear of someone asking for the full when the full doesn't exist.
- Driving home from vacation a while back, The Boy and I came up with a great idea for a YA series that I've been really excited about. I gave myself permission to NaNo it, but something isn't clicking. I'm up to 8k on it but... well... that's a whole other post (I promise!)
- So on the way home from work last week a first line came to me that I loved. I loved it so much that I stopped in the middle of my office building and emailed it to myself (oh, for once the blackberry comes in handy!). I read the line to The Boy who also liked it. But it is a story that is SO SO SO unlike DB&D or the other series I came up with. It's much more like the type of voice that I use for my personal essays - all about the flow of the language. It's also set in a world that The Boy came up with for one of his pitches. Like I said, I wasn't feeling the NaNo project because I couldn't get the voice (so similar to DB&D) and so I was like "screw it, I'll try this new new idea because it is so different." So far this week I've written almost 8k on it. Every evening I sit down and write about 2k and then during the course of the night and the next day the next 2k comes to me... this book is slowing unfolding itself for me and I'm really enjoying it!! Of course, since it's The Boy's world I have to run everything by him..
So there you have it, where I am now. Onto the goals portion of our blog entry:- Golden Heart deadline approaches. I must enter. Which means I must know the word count for DB&D before entering. I will figure this out and enter by the end of next week.
- Entry for Golden Heart due in December. This means having book actually finished! And synopsis! Which means knowing how it ends! Thankfull at my law firm there is something I like to call "the black hole of the fiscal year." It's three days at the end of our fiscal year when billable hours do not count - they don't go to last year's totals or to next year's. And so I'm taking those days off. And the Monday before because, well, I've hit my hours for this year already. Woot. All of that adds up to lots of time to finish writing DB&D. Besides, all that really matters is the partial (done) the synopsis (not done) and that you hit your word count (not done).
- Keep working on new new project. I figure that as long as the story is unfolding for me I should get it down. I'm terrified that if I skip a few days or try to set it aside that I'll lose it. Plus, I'm aiming for this one to be around 50k. I'm just now realizing how amazingly short that is. I mean, that's like just over 100 pages! And I'm 23 pages in!
- Um, keep writing, I guess. I've hit this great stride where I'm writing a lot. I mean, every day after work and then on the weekends. I haven't even watched my shows piling up on TiVi!!!
- Oh, cripes, I also have to remember to keep in touch with critique partners.
Ok, I think I can do it! Any readers out there, feel free to hound me on these things!! I will give updates!
Hello loyal reader (ahem, The Boy),While I've been planning for a while to talk about NaNo (we're 7 days in already!), instead I feel compelled to discuss voting. I promise to be non-partisan :)As many of you know, recently The Boy and I bought a house and days before that I finally (officially) changed my addy to NC (in a 20 minute drive by of the DMV - a miracle, I tell you!). Weeks later, while we were drowning in boxes, my voter registration card arrived in the mail and I set it in a very special place. So special that I couldn't find it last night.I'd planned on voting on my way to work this morning but (a) I didn't know where to go to vote and (b) I had a very very important meeting at work on Tuesday morning that is a standing meeting that is always cancelled but this Monday I'd been careful to email the PIC (partner in charge) to find out if the meeting was on for a change and he assured me it would be (and the sweetie he is, he reminded me that polls open at 6:30 so I shouldn't have any trouble making it to work on time but he'd understand if I was a few minutes late...). Sigh...So I postponed voting till later in the day. Natch, the meeting was cancelled (while I was walking in to work). On the way home from work and on my way to the polling place I bought a large bottle of wine to keep me and The Boy company while we watch voting results.Anyways, so it's been raining here all day. And that means that when I left work it was PITCH BLACK DARK. I was supposed to be voting at the Avondale Presbyterian Church. It's 2 blocks from my home but still was hard to find in the dark. I pulled into the parking lot and ran through the drizzle following the signs to go vote. I end up in a very large courtyard with no signs.I see red balloons and I think, "this must be the place!" I go towards it but then see orage baloons closer. So I go over there but they're only orange paper lanterns. D'oh! So I go back to the red balloons. Oops, they're paper lanterns too. I see a woman walk out of a door near the lanterns. I ask, "do you know where voting is?" She looks at me. She says, "this is a church." I said, "I know, the voting is here." She says, "are you sure?" I say, "yes, Avondale church, voting." She says, "I don't know."I traipse through the rain to another woman. Ask about voting, she points up a dimly lit path and I follow it through the doors into a multi-purpose room. I tell the people in charge that it's hard to find where to vote and they scurry to make it right (although when I leave it is still dark and there are no signs). I sign in (whew, the don't ask for ID cause then I'd have to put the beat down) and then I stand under a portrait of some reverand while I wait to vote in one of three electronic voting machines.The good news is that our voting machines were very very easy to use (if you can use an ATM you could use these) and also they kept paper trails (thank goodness!). I wait about 15 min, spend a few minutes voting and then am out of there with my "I Voted!" sticker. But still, I felt like I was in an alternate universe when I was wandering around a church-yard trying to vote.But it makes me wonder, why is it so difficult to vote? Any why was I voting in a church? For being the cornerstone to democracy, I can think of so much more than can be done to make it easier. For example, before I left to vote I looked online for my ballot so I could look up some candidates. I couldn't find it. And in my state we're voting for judges (which I don't agree with) and I'm an attorney so I feel compelled to make really good decision on judges but I didn't know some of the races so I couldn't make informed decisions and so I couldn't vote...sigh...Now to drink my wine (ok, I admit, I've been drinking it already :)
I got this quiz from Maureen's blog and I took it with great amounts of trepidation. I don't really know why I should be shocked by the results, but I am nonetheless :) Woot!
...or not at all. So Saturday was one of those blissful days of sitting on the couch in front of the fire, pounding away on my NaNo project, The Boy next to me, working on a short story. For the first time, I decided to open the front door (we have a wooden front door and then a glass door too) so that we could let some light in and enjoy the beautiful fall day (by the way, the cats LOVED it, all day one would lounge in front of the fire while the other kept watch on the critters in the front yard). We live near the entrance to a park so people are always walking by.Anyway, after a while I decided to snuggle up with The Boy, give him a few kisses. He said "the door is open," and I said, "don't worry." Kiss kiss kiss, kiss kiss kiss. He said again, "remember that the door is open" and I said "don't worry, no one on the street can really see us." Kiss kiss ---And then I heard the cat scrabble, claws on the hardwoods as he tore away from the front door. And then I heard a thwap.You see, we have a mail slot in our wooden door - that's how our mail is delivered. Usually the mail doesn't get here until late late afternoon. Yesterday the mail-man was early. I hope we made his day :)
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