Thursday, March 17, 2011

Oops

So,  I will be the first to admit I am a terrible blogger. Terrible at any sort of regular personal writing really--I get all enthused for a couple of months and then just stop. 

Every time I start a new diary/journal/collection of personal essays/blog I think that maybe this will be the one I can stick with. This time it will be different, I say.

Yeah right. I can't even manage to tell Twitter what I ate for breakfast on a regular basis. 

Combine my history of flighty blogginess with ongoing wrist and hand issues and massive piles of homework, it's really no wonder that the only post I've written in months is just a list of excuses for not posting.

See you when the next round of enthusiasm hits!

Friday, November 26, 2010

Poor lonely blog

I'm the first to admit, I'm not good at regular updates. This month sort of got away from me--between NaNo, the sudden start of final tests and projects, and finally getting a job I didn't have much time or energy left for blogging.

The job is in a kitchen, chopping veggies from 6-11 in the morning. Not exciting, but also not strenuous in a way that makes me unable to brain, which is good since I have massive homework this month. Unfortunately I do have to go to bed at nine in order to function, since I really don't do well on little sleep. Also, I think chopping has aggravated some arm problems I started having last year--that, combined with the writing I do for school and the attempt at NaNo (I officially decided to quit today, after an entire afternoon of tingly shooting pain in my wrist and hand). So until that improves, computer stuff is going to be kind of limited to basics. Boo.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Stats

I'm endlessly fascinated by my blog stats. Not really surprising, since I'm kind of self involved and all, but I really can't get enough of looking at my stats page.

Over the life of this blog (which is what, six months? I think I started in May? June? I don't know. Not very long) I've gotten three hundred and something pageviews. Not very many--not really surprising, I am hardly an Internet Giant. But, the international composition of those pageviews is really interesting (to me. Sorry, everyone else)

See!
United States 290--no real surprise. Hey there Americans!
Brazil 12--Hi Brazil! I don't know any of you! Wow!
Canada 6--I may know some of you.
Denmark 6--Pretty sure I don't know anyone here. Hello!
United Kingdom 6
Russia 3--huh. Hi Russia!
China  2--I really don't know anyone from China
Germany 2--Guten Tag, Deutschland! Wie geht's?
India  2--This is new today. Hello, India!
Norway  2--I do know some Norwegians. I don't know if they read this blog.

For some reason, the last bit of that sentence didn't show up when I first posted this. So if you are reading this late, congratulations! You get the extra special full sentence edition!

The other stat that I like? The one that shows the Google searches that lead them to me. Mostly it's either my name or the blog title, but "see jane fly" and "Tyler Colvin video" also apparently lead to me.
My life is so interesting, yo.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Is it really only Tuesday?

Last night I went out with some friends, to catch the final dress of Hair at the University (free final dresses open to the public are one of my favorite things, since I am too poor to go to theater otherwise). It was an entertaining show, and a good time, right up until I got into my car to go home. At that point, my car decided it was time to stop being a car and start being a lifeless box on wheels.

No power. Ok, the battery was dead, I called AAA and asked for a jump and they sent a tow truck. After a lot of trouble, which the truck guy attributed to his cables being faulty, the car started and I went home.

I pulled into my parking spot, turned off the car, and it promptly went dead again. No dome light, nothing. Attempts to start it again were useless. I even had to lock it manually, since the automatic locks were out.

So this morning I called for another tow truck, and got towed to a shop, where I was told they wouldn't have time to look at it until tomorrow. So I hiked back home, wishing it had happened either earlier or later in the week--we were going to go shopping today, so are pretty low on food things. Also, Theo has a bad cold, so I am trying to get him healthy and not get sick.

So far, this is not my favorite week.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Focus

Why can't I focus? I have always been bad at it, but lately...it's just depressing. I have tons of homework to do, and I have to look for jobs, and write my stupid novel and try to make the previous stupid novel less stupid, AND the house is a mess even though I just cleaned it, WTF.

But no, I do homework for five minutes, then spend half an hour poking at the internet, and trying to find the kitten, who has come back twice since the first day I saw her, and eating some pie, and staring out the window, and OH HEY, THEO IS HOME...

I am not even able to focus on blogging about how I can't focus. Why? Why does this happen? Where is that kitten? What is wrong with me?

Also Theo just grabbed my fingers and made me type this: Jam is tasty.Yum jam!

This will not end well.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Kitten

When Theo opened the door to leave for school this morning, a kitten walked in to the apartment.

She ( I didn't check, but I am just going to go with it) wasn't a tiny baby, but she was still pretty far from grown. I don't know why she was on our porch (we live on the second floor), but she seemed quite pleased to come in. She checked out the apartment, sniffing around and crawling onto shelves and under furniture. She seemed particularly enamored of the office closet.

We aren't allowed to have animals where we live, and I was kind of afraid she would pee on something, so after about ten minutes I took her outside, even though she was adorable and purry and had a fluffy tail. I set her on the porch and tried to do some schoolwork.

Two hours later, I went to water my outdoor plants, and the kitten came back into the house. I figured that if she had been hanging out this long I might as well let her stay a bit longer, and I gave her a bowl of water. She hung around a while longer, doing some more exploring and sitting on my shoulder. The visit was cut a little short when she started making little kitten-puking noises, and I once again evicted her to the porch.

I left a little while later to run some errands. The kitten was sitting on the porch, and she followed me down the stairs and out to the street. I don't know where she went after that--I hope she has a home. She seemed pretty well fed and friendly, but I am fairly tempted to get some cat food to have on hand in case she comes back.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Old Stories #2- Current story!

So. When last we met, I had just finished my four-day web institute for my grad program. Basically, I sat in a room for four days and had way, way too much information shoved into my brain. The last couple of weeks have mostly been settling in to doing classwork, and continuing to look for work. Boring boring.

So! Today I bring you the first page of a current short story WIP. I don't usually write short stories anymore, I don't usually write science fiction, and I almost never write about adults. This story is all three, and has been massively tricky to write!

Working title for this is "Ghost", but that is subject to change.

*
When Andy Rollins started spouting to anyone who would listen that he was seeing ghosts, it got him more than a few funny looks.Folks on  Rainmaker VII  don't much hold with superstition. It didn't help that Andy was the chief compactor on  hydrogen deck. The thought that he was crackin' up didn't go down too good.

I work in compression--two decks below hydro, where we do the actual assembly--fusing the H with oxygen to fill the vats with water. Vital work, but the noise and heat is enough to make anyone crazy. Been more than a few times I've heard things when I get off shift--getting out of comp leaves your ears ringing like nothin' else. Really, it's a wonder it was Andy and not me who went nuts.

He come down to compression deck two shifts after I'd first heard about him seeing things, to warn me that the latest H delivery had been short by nearly a million tons. Not news I wanted to hear--we were already behind on production, and it was planting season down on Homeworld. Had to rain in 8 days, and we were already behind, since the main compressor was down. Component issue was the last thing I needed.

"Goddamn, Andy," I said, screaming to be heard over the whomp-whomp of the compressors. "What am I supposed to do?"

He shrugged, looking unhappy. Andy always hated to disappoint anyone. His family had come from Base3, about two months out from Homeworld, and he had been supposed to get a good job and a spot for them on the surface. Closest he ever got was Rainmaker VII, hovering in the upper troposphere. Not that we could see the planet from here. Weather ships don't get windows. I don't think he ever got over the guilt from his mother dying on a Base.

"There's nothing I can do, Lisle." Andy said. "it was the ghosts."

*

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuun. 

Monday, September 6, 2010

Web insitute.

Four days of learning. Learned. Library learning. Informations? Many words. Much learnings. Searching good. Many informations. COFFEE TIME!!! More coffee. Sugars. Eat the sugars for brain learnings.

Sleep now.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Running

I hate running. I hate it with the burning fire of a thousand suns. I once promised myself that, after surviving the hell that was high school gym class, I would never again run unless something large and clawed was chasing me.

Unfortunately, I hate being out of shape just a little bit more than I hate running.

I spent a lot of years being very, very out of shape. At the end of my sixth grade year I got really sick, and was homebound for six weeks. My asthma, formerly a fairly minor case that was only really triggered with smoke or heavy exercise, got really bad. I was on steroids for my lungs and I gained a significant amount of weight. Moving at all was very difficult. Being in middle school just made the problem worse--it's not a good time to be overweight, particularly if you also stand out for being tall and kind of nerdy.

It took a long time for me to get comfortable in my skin. I lost most of the weight, though it took years and I am by no means thin now. What I am, is capable. I am in good shape, I can climb a mountain or bike for miles or lift  heavy things that need to be lifted. I have come a long way from having to rest between flights of stairs.

When I moved at the start of this summer, the two things, other than my family, that I knew I would miss the most were having a regular, reliable mechanic who I knew, and having a gym membership. Because without a gym with assorted exciting fitness classes, staying in shape gets a lot harder, and without a job--I am still looking--I couldn't justify the price. I would have to do the unthinkable. Go running.

Run. Regularly. Even though it still makes me want to die or throw up. I am in good overall shape, but running, I think,  is sort of a specialized skill that my muscles still protest. I have actually improved a lot this summer. The percentage of my route that I walk has gone down, and I have gotten faster. But it still sucks, and I still hate it, and I am writing this blog post in part to delay having to put my shoes on and hit the street.

But I guess my time is up, and I have to go. Tomorrow is my first real day of school--I have four days of 8-5 in person classes before the online lessons start, and that doesn't leave me with lots of time to exercise. So I really have no excuse to not go today.

Damn it. I hate running.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Old Stories #1- Morgan and Fiona in the Deep Dark Woods

I'm lazy and bad at coming up with new content. So from time to time, I think I am going to post a random page or two of some of my old stories. I think the oldest ones I have are from high school, I have several from college creative writing classes, and I have some from the last year or so.  They won't be in order, and probably won't make much sense, but I can feel good about myself for updating, so I think that makes it a win.

This first excerpt is from the first story I did in my intro creative writing class in college. This scene is from the first third of the story.


Morgan and Fiona in the Deep Dark Woods. 

The morning promised another of the hot bright days that seemed to be the rule that June. There had been a thunderstorm the night before, and the air was oppressively humid.  Morgan was eating breakfast when Fiona, sweat dripping down her freckled nose, burst into the kitchen and struck a dramatic pose. “There has been a rain of frogs,” she proclaimed, “and I need you to help me get rid of them. Are those pancakes?”

Morgan got her a plate, knowing that she would not tell him anything until she got fed. He suspected that she spent most of her free time coming up with outlandish statements to spring on him at breakfast. Fiona’s family were cold cereal people.

When she had carefully licked the last drops of syrup from her plate she sat back and folded her hands in front of her, waiting for Morgan’s attention. “Last night,” she began, “during the storm, I heard a sort of plopping on the roof. Not rain, more like splatting. I got out of bed and looked outside, but it was dark—“

“As night often is”

She glared, “and all I could see was that there were larger things mixed in with the rain. So this morning I got up early and went outside and right off I noticed guts! Guts everywhere!”

“That’s disgusting, Fi.”

“Well, once I got past the guts I saw that there were absolutely thousands of frogs lying about. Most of them were dead—splattered on the ground, their guts everywhere—“

“Still gross.”

“--but there were still a bunch of them hopping around. And so you have to help me save them, because it’s going to be very hot today, and I think they’ll dry out and die. So we have to move them to the creek.”

Morgan looked at Fiona—she certainly seemed serious at least. But her imagination was a touch overactive, and if she wasn’t sufficiently entertained she would start to entertain herself.

“Morgan! We have to go now, before they all dry out!”

Morgan was fairly sure that he would have noticed a rain of frogs, but he supposed it could have been a very localized storm. “Fine,” he said, “let me get my shoes.”