Friday, February 27, 2004

Had my operation yesterday

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

Can someone bring me more panadol?

Have a fantastic weekend

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Back amongst the intelligentsia

I've started uni again. YAY!!! I'm doing three units this semester, cos, you know, my life isn't busy enough. I've got World History on Mondays, The Search for Meaning on Tuesdays and Cultures of the World on Wednesdays. I chose these units because I thought they'd add texture to my writing.

I love learning. It's part of who I am, that need to find things out. I always experience a 'wow' factor when I find out something I didn't know before.

Now I've got to learn to juggle home, work and uni again. Battboy's very supportive and is quite happy to listen as I go through my days with him. (I'm building up to lecturing him on a few topics for a change :))

He knew him when...

he was on Mr Squiggle. I am, of course, talking about the incomparable Terry Dowling. Terry and I met at Swancon about 6 years ago. We clicked straight away and have been friendly ever since. We flirt outrageously (thank God Lee finds it all chuckle worthy) and have an easy chatty relationship. Swancon last year was fun. I saw Terry and ran up for a hug and a chat. Eventually I made my way back to Lee (we'd only just started dating at that stage). He just stared at me.
"That's Terry Dowling."
"Yeah. So?"
"No, you don't get it. That's Capital Terry Capital Dowling. You just hugged Terry Dowling."
I lglanced back at the man in question.
"Yeah. He's my friend."
Honestly, the big, hairy guy's jaw dropped.
"You know Terry Dowling? Can you introduce us?"
Happy to babe.
Of course, Lee got to see Terry and I in full flirtatious mode and after a day or so they made their own friendship.
There is a point to this story.
Yesterday Lee and I went to a workshop that Terry was running for the festival. It was great to catch up with him. We were in a class full of beginning writers (most were "I've got this idea for a fantasy, right, and I want to learn how to write") but Terry immediately introduced us as friends and colleagues. As usual, we were enriched just by being in his presence. We both learnt a few things we didn't know about submitting and had heaps to talk about before I went off to uni for the afternoon.

After uni...

Lee and I were in the mood to write, so after putting Battbrat to bed we sat down in my bro's loungeroom and got into some work. A couple of hours later we'd managed to write around 1200 words each. I worked on Return to Civvie Street and Battboy on a ghost story he started after being given an exercise from the Word Thirst group. Both of us are looking at CSFG as a possible market.


Off to hospital tomorrow. I'm quite nervous. I've had a few 'girly' problems for the past 9 months or so. I've been in pain all that time, but it's getting quite bad now. I went to a doctor and he decided to get me operated on 'straight away', which came to mean 'in four weeks'. It's a laparoscopy, which is a day op unless they decide that I need to be opened up. I'm mainly worried because my last operation resulted in losing the use of an ovary. Battboy and I want to have another baby, so I'm nervous that they'll effect the other one.
I've decided to have a slack day and not push myself with work, walking or diet. Battboy and I had Macca's for breakfast which should see me through the day and I'm about to take a book into bed. This is a day for looking after myself. Well, until uni at 3.

Have a lovely day.

Friday, February 20, 2004

Oh my goodness!

Lee's just bought me flowers!!! I thought I had to have given birth to receive flowers from a man, but it aint so. He walked in just now with a lovely bunch of Gerberas. And the reason? Simply because I've loved him over the past few days. I mean, I love him everyday, but he seems to have been more impressed by this lately.

But wait; there's more!!

He also bought me a candle. Cranberry and Vanilla. I nearly cried. A few weeks ago my best friend in the world arrived in Perth from Alice Springs. I gave her a few household items that Lee and I had doubled up on when we'd moved in together. I also gave her a candle as a way of letting her know that I love her and was glad she was here. It was my favourite ever candle, but I figured I love her more than a candle so was glad to give it. And guess what! It was Cran and Van. Lee didn't realise the significance of his thoughtful gift until I explained it to him. To paraphrase an old friend of mine, sometimes you just have to leave things to the universe.

Nearly 2200 words written today and I've finished the first draft of my Consensual story. I feel like I've achieved a lot. Writing the 'big boy words' was difficult for me, especially when I had to keep running to Lee for alternative words for 'girly bits' but I got there in the end. Of course I blushed and giggled the whole time, but I always knew I'd have to work hard to perfect my craft.

A lovely afternoon

Just spent some wonderful quality time with my children and some friends. My daughter's staying over tonight which makes me so happy. I find it almost unbearable when she's not with me. She and Lee are sharing a 'Gogs' moment right now.

Goals today
Had a drink with Shirley, so no Alccie free day
No walk
Lots of words written, over 3500 this week, but nothing on novel today.

Smut city, here I come

Finally managed to read Consensual 2 last night. I can put it in my 'goals achieved' list because it inspired me towards my own piece for number 3. I think that since Battboy and I are tying the knot at Swancon XXX: Consensual, it behooves us (ohhhh there's a writer's word to add to the list :)) to submit for the magazine that will be launched. Battboy's had his idea for a few months now, but hasn't gotten around to writing it. I've toyed with a few ideas but nothing concrete has come to fruition. Last night the entire plot entered my mind and I've once again put pen to paper. My main trouble, naturally, are those words, the ones that more poor little mind has trouble hearing let alone saying. Simon and Lee know what I'm talking about.

In the mood

Naturally, now that I've chosen my story, and am in the mood to be creative, writing it is turning into a bit of a challenge (word phobias aside). We decided to keep Battbrat home today. I had a bad night of pain and nightmares so poor Lee and I are almost dead this morning. Neither of us could be bothered getting Erin ready for child care, so home she stays. We also have a few errands to run (over due library books for the most part) and my kids to see so there goes the day and, ergo, the weekend. I've had to take an Endone for the pain so I'm existing in medical heaven right now which isn't exactly condusive for typing either (hence I really am putting pen to paper).

Oh well, have a beautiful day and a fantastic weekend.

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Colour me beautiful

Just logged on to Calli's blog and found a site that determines your colour personality. It appears I'm a lavender. This is what it has to say about me.

Your dominant hue is blue, making you a good friend who people love and trust. You're good in social situations and want to fit in. Just be careful not to compromise who you are to make them happy.

Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working.

Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

What can I say? It's all true.

Calling Dr Bombay

Damn day care centres! We just got a call saying we had to come and pick Erin up urgently because she'd developed some mysterious rash on her face and neck after her sleep. Battboy and I race over, expecting to find weeping pustules the size of twenty cent pieces.

At first I fail to find said rash and ask to have it pointed out.
Now if you're a childcare centre and you have your children sleeping on rubber mattresses without airconditioning on a humid Perth day and they develop a strange rash, what would your first thought be? Mine was heat rash. I point this out, they say "too bad. We can't take chances."
On the positive side, we know they're looking after our daughter.
On the negative, we realise our daughter is being looked after by morons.

Have a lovely day. Erin is. She's having an afternoon cooling off in the pool.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

You're a winner!

Battboy and I can now call ourselves prize winning authors. Yesterday Lee received a phone call telling him that he'd been lucky enough to win two weeks free at Zest Health Club for himself and a friend. Woohoo to us.

Yeah, like we're that gullible. We gladly took them up on their offer, thinking two weeks using their spa wouldn't be the worst fate on earth. And we waited...

And it came. About ten minutes ago I received the same phone call. Are we lucky or what???!!! Being the lovely, honest type that I am, I told Constance that we'd already received said (dubious) prize. She said, "no worries. It's for you and a friend so invite two friends to join you." Obviously she spied a chance at two more memberships.

Dinner for you and three friends

Had Chesh and Calli over for dinner last night. This meant drinks by (in) the pool, way too many nibbly things then dinner in airconditioned comfort. We drank quite a bit and talked heaps. Battboy and I, being the thoughtful hosts we are, organised a light show (in the form of an electrical storm) for our friends to watch while chatting in the pool.


I broke a nail yesterday. Not happy.

Goals achieved since yesterday

Didn't walk cos the big, hairy guy didn't get much sleep last night. Erin was doing her best to dissuade us from the idea of having a baby.
Not an alcohol free day cos C&C came over. Maybe tonight.
Had Merlin rescue baby from guard by doing a Matrix style move with a fire-poker and stool (it'll look good in the movie, trust me :))
Over 1000 words written.

Seeing my kids tonight. Missing them heaps and resenting time away from them. Should never agreed to three month thing.

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

A message to Calli

Just jumped from my own blog to Callisto's (I love her conversational tone). Poor girl. Just a quick note to say "Love you, babe and hope you're having a better day." Hope she hasn't ground her teeth down to her gums.

Where did it all go?

Yesterday, the unthinkable happened. I had a bad case of writer's block. I wrote a scene where Merlin walks into his house to find a guard holding his newborn daughter by the ankles while an angry dragon stands at his (Merlin's) back. Now, I don't want to have Merlin relying upon magic everytime he has a problem so he's just spent the better part of four days working out how to deal with the guard.
By yesterday I was at my wit's end, so I cried. The only way out as I could see it was for him to chop the guard's head off, but this still leaves the dragon. I cried on Battboy's shoulder about my obvious stupidity and inability to write to which he replied, "So do it, chop the guy's head off. When magic fails, use violence." The Merlin I've set up is capable of such an action, but it still feels like cheating. Any ideas????

Twisting by the pool
Oh, now why does that suddenly seem naughty? My brother and his wife have gone off to England for two weeks, leaving the big hairy guy and I to watch over their various dogs, retarded cats, mice etc.
And their pool.
Hallelujah and praise the lord.
I love the heat, but I hate being hot, so Lee and I have wiled away a few hours in the pool. Our staff meetings are now held in the pool and we often wonder what the working classes are up to while we're off doing our 'writing day'.

And yet...
Ask my ex-husband my worst character trait and I'm sure he'd tell you that I'm lousy at housework. And here I am with two houses to take care of. Donna and Raymond have a lovely house. It's clean and it's warm and inviting. And now we're here. We're doing our best guys. Really. (Lee, find me the number of a good cleaner :)) Today, Battboy and I decided to empty our esky from Sunday's picnic and had yet another lesson in the fact that laziness has consequences. EEEEWWWW

Goals accomplished for today
Alcohol free day yesterday
Threw yucky fruit away and cleaned esky (as in sprayed it with spray and wipe at my house then came back here)
An okay word count on a children's novel I'm working on.

Have a great one

Monday, February 16, 2004

My how you've changed

One rant I've heard over and over for the past eighteen months is how much I changed. They say this like it's a bad thing. I think they're mad (or jealous).

As of half an hour ago my hair is a delicious burgundy colour. I wanted something bold and fearless, a way of declaring that I've changed and there's no going back. I have a secret admiration of goth women. Have I mentioned that I'm changing my life :)

At the beginning of this year, Lee and I decided to live life our way and let others work in with us for a change. Anyone who knows us appreciates the fact that Lee and I are passionate about two things. Our writing and each other. Along the way we've changed our lifestyle and therefore our friends. In the past 18 months I've lost 5 friends, although I'm working with one of them on redefining our friendship and seeing if it can be saved. I'm very hopeful.
The friends I've met since then have more than filled the breach.
Cheshire and Callisto are a case in point. I've known this couple from the con circuit for a few years now, but hadn't really struck up more than a polite nod. Circumstances have changed and so have we. Calli and I have clicked and once again I've found a friend that I can be girly with. This is our first 'couple' friendship, where both Lee and I have found intelligent, witty and open people who share our outlook on the world. If you've jumped here from Lee's blog then you'll have read all about our weekend. If not, go there (not now, after this) and read up about these fun people and what we got up to together.

Wedding Plans

Thirteen months til the big day. Up til yesterday morning I'd pretty much decided on my wedding dress, then yesterday I bought a corset which looked fantastic on me. This caused a rethink.
Calli's beginning to plan my hen's night. This is actually going to be a panel at Swancon before the big night. Am I afraid? Hell yes.

Lee and I have written up our goals for this coming week. I want to walk 4 days, have 2 alcohol free days, redraft Memory of Breathing, start Return to Civvie Street and finish Chapter 4 of my novel.

I start uni next Monday and go into hospital on Thursday so I want to get as much done as I possibly can.

Well gotta get into some work.

Have a brilliant week

Saturday, February 14, 2004

Hearts and Flowers

It's Valentine's Day. Lee gave me jewellery and I gave him a Gogs DVD. How well do we know and love each other? Now we're off to a late arvo picnic with our friends Cheshire and Callisto.

Love's grand and all is right with our world :)

Have a beautiful day


Wednesday, February 11, 2004

Honey, I'm booooooored!!! Let's go shopping

A slack day. Battboy and I woke up with the best intentions. We walked, we talked writing and religion then returned home in time to...
Slack off. Big time. Breakfasted on crepes. Lunched at Subway. Shopped for books.

Oh, books, sweet books, where would we be without you? Noranda Palms Shopping Centre has just opened a new shop featuring those three magic words:

Battboy promised me yesterday that if we put in a full day's work we could visit this wonderful world today. We would be allowed to buy one book each with the proviso we then wrote a story based on it. I quickly agreed.
We walked into the shop today, took one look around and sighed. "Book limit or money limit?"
"Money limit."
"$30 each"
Five minutes later I trundled up back to my love, arms curled around my finds. "Is $32.95 okay?"
"Hmmmm? Yeah, sure whatever," he muffled back over his own stack. Gotta love a guy who doesn't demand a triplicate copy explaining why you want to purchase books. Or anything else for that matter.
As promised a new story has started, under the working title Journey Back to Civvie Street.

While we're on the subject of books

I love books. The day Lee took me to buy my engagement ring we entered town from the train station. Again those lovely words beckoned. Lee turned to me. "You know, I wouldn't ask any other woman this but, can we have a look?"
"I wouldn't say this to any other man, but, hell yeah. Oh, one condition. The price of the books doesn't affect the price of my ring."
We spent a happy hour (and $150) in that book shop. We spent 15 minutes finding the perfect ring. Fortunately it was waiting for us in the first store we came to. We're the only couple I know who spent more time poring over pages on their engagement day than poring over diamonds.

Gotta go. My story awaits.

Goals achieved today
Day 2 of my three days of walking
Day 1 of my two alcohol-free days (hopefully :))

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Mummy, where do babies come from?

Why, they come from dragons, of course!

Wrote over 2000 words today, 1666 on my fantasy novel and 400 on the 4th rewrite of my short story The Hanging Tree, a story set on the banks of the Swan River. It begins in 1829 and ends nowish. It's a story I love and had a lot of fun writing. I took it to the KSPSF writing group and got Dave Luckett to crit it for me. He gave me some wonderful advice, leading to a total rewrite. My other goal for this week is to start again on Fergus and the Apocalypse. I half wrote it and then decided to start again, which seems to be my current MO.

Oh, the humanity
Received rejection slips for two stories that I sent out. ASIM rejected A Winter's Tale for being too depressing and Borderlands rejected Lily's Song. Both markets were very nice about it and gave some valuable input. I love Stephen Dedman. Not only is he a nice bloke and a brilliant writer, but he also gives good rejection.
My darling and I went for our usual writer's lunch at Sizzlers today (A story is in the making based on that alone) and I put forward the notion of 'Advice Slips'. Rejection slip is a highly emotional term and one that can make a writer's heart sink. An advice slip, a tick and flick statement of how to improve a story, would be a much nicer idea. Anything from 'well told story, but about 50% too many adjectives' to 'so you're a boiler maker by trade? Don't throw that in just yet.' Anything other than "we don't want your story because..." What we read is "we don't like you. We think you suck. Your breath stinks and your children are a burden on society." Luckily, I've received good rejections (apart from Woman's Weekly who sent me a business card sized rejection that contained spelling mistakes. Theirs, not mine) the best being from the aforementioned Stephen and from Sarah Endacott who was very positive. My fave OS rejections? The Leading Edge. Each of them encouraged me in the work I did and asked me to send more.

Have a lovely week.

Oh and I managed to wash the floor. Another goal can be ticked off :)

Monday, February 09, 2004

A New Week, New Goals To Achieve

Every Friday night, the big, hairy guy and I sit on our back patio and hold a 'staff meeting' (once again I dipped out on Staff Member of the Week. I think the voting's rigged). During this time we choose our favourite drink, bourbon and coke for me, cider for my honey, and rehash the week that was and the one to come. We go through the week's goal sheets and tick off those we achieved and also gloat about anything we did above and beyond the call of duty. We then write down our coming goals and blu-tac them onto our desks. This way we can keep track of how we're going both in our writing and our personal lives. It's Monday and I can already gloat about achieving two goals and being well on the way to a third (I have 10 for the week). I slushed 3 stories for Ticonderoga, completed my Ditmar nominations and sent them off and wrote 1090 words of my novel. I also finally managed to change the rego sticker on the Family Car. Yes, three months is rather late, but better late than never.

It WAS the Freakin' Weekend

The weekend is over, obviously. Under a new, tentative arrangement, my ex-husband has the children on a full-time basis for a three month trial period. Well, it's been one week and I'm hating it!!!!!! This was my weekend with them and we had a great time. Saturday we went to King's Park for a late lunch with two of my friends Sharon and Shirley and their multivarious children. It was nice having 'adult' time while the eight children fought over who was going to play with Erin. Sharon, Shirley and I drank bourbon and wine while Lee, being the good non-drink-driving boy that he is, drank pasito and kola-beer and listened to the three of us comparing our breast sizes.
The thing I hate about the weekends is Monday morning. I hate driving the kids to school knowing I won't be seeing them at the end of the day.

But on the other hand...
It's Monday and it's nearly 7:30. Soccer time!!! YAY!!! Monday night soccer is sacred in our house. It's the only time of the week the TV goes on. Who says you can't snuggle and cheer at the same time ;)

Saturday, February 07, 2004

Captain's Log: The Mission Begins

Well, here I am and there you are. I could start by saying "Hi, my name is Lyn and here's a picture of my cat" but I'm allergic to cats so that would be a stupid place to start.

I decided to start keeping a blog yesterday after watching Lee put his post up. We both achieved a lot in our day and while Lee merrily danced away and wrote it up for the world to see, I was left feeling rather deflated. After talking to the big hairy guy about this, we decided the answer was obvious. I'd create a blog of my own.

So who am I and why do I think I'm worthy of your attention? I'm a Perth girl, born and bred. About 29 years ago I made the decision to become a writer. I started to do something about it in 2000. A few weeks ago, after some health concerns and a look at the finances, Lee and I decided to take our writing plans to the next level and have a year or so off. This week we went into action. I'm writing an urban fantasy novel that begins around the year 1060ish and travels down to our day. I'm now into the second chapter. I love writing, seeing the words flow and ideas come together. Yesterday I achieved my first goal in the novel. Merlin raped a dragon. This makes sense. Really.

Other things you might not know: I'm an editor and slusher for ASIM (the upcoming and truly fabulous Issue 11 is MINE!) I'm also an editor for Ticonderoga on-line. I've had four short stories published: 2 at Antipodean and 2 at ASIM. I have four children, a lovely fiance and am doing my Bachelor of Arts in English and History at ECU.

Okay, so that's enough about me for today. Look at my links and meet my friends.

Love Lyn

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