If You've Noticed a Change

Thank you!!!

I'm developing this idea.  Check back May-ish for a launch.  In the meantime, send good vibes.  :)  Please! 

~C

Thanks for coming, but I've moved!

Sheesh.  Writers.....  Always on to another "scene." Find me here: http://carolyndekat.blogspot.com/ 

Go visit!  Help yourself to NaNo vitamins!  :) 

~Carolyn

On Your Mark...

I'm set....

I have my mascot (Snoopy), my uniform (NaNo T-shirt), my drink of choice (apple juice tonight) and I think enough working knowledge of Liquid Story Binder to not completely lose everything I type. And I have back-up: regular old Word 2003 and Google Documents. I will not lose a manuscript like I did last year. Will not let that happen.


Go NaNo!!!

I've moved

I can't keep both blogs synchronized--I just don't have the time. So for now this one is going dormant. 

Follow my blog at the new address:  http://carolyndekat.blogspot.com/

There's NaNo pep talks going up daily now, and then once we hit November 1, you'll find daily "vitamins" and probably updates on my progress as the month proceeds. 

See ya there!

~Carolyn

Disaster and a Dictionary

Disaster and a dictionary=My grammy in a nutshell.

Example: "Brush your teeth, or you'll turn into a bidentate hick that no one takes seriously."

It drives me crazy.

Mom and Dad don't understand this. Mom lived with it all Grammy life; to Mom it's normal. Dad gets a glazed-over look in his eye after he's with Grammy for more than fifteen minutes, which means he's tuned out and is letting his mind take him on travels he wishes his body could follow.

Grammy--and I never, ever call her that to her face--has a unique way of taking the mundane actions of everyday life and turning them into something critical, with the most dire of circumstances surrounding lack of performance. Does she really think that if I go to bed tonight without brushing my teeth, a successful future will be impossible? I think at worst I'd have such a bad case of bad breath in the morning that I'd brush them just to be able to stand myself. Sure it could be the beginning of a bad habit. Let's save the prophesies of doom for the real issues. Or the already established habits that need breaking.

Bidentate? I have to look it up. What on earth is a bidentate? Context dictates it's not good. I'm sure she doesn't think I'll turn into a elegant or wealthy hick. It may have something to do with the teeth I'm supposed to brush--dentate and dentist and all that.

Yesterday it was eating vegetables. If I didn't finish the broccoli (nevermind that I like it and was eating it in balance with everything else she served) I would become a corpulent creature with no friends.

But you know, I shouldn't complain because if that's all about Grammy that drives me crazy, I'm one lucky dude. Paul Frank's grandmother kisses him constantly. Ugg. Grammy agrees that kisses are a rather germy way of showing affection. And she doesn't tell any of my friends that I sorta like classical music. And cook--wow! If Mom cooked like this, I'd surely turn into that corpulent creature. (I looked it up.)

Anyway, I guess I'd better go see if bidentate is spelled the way I think it is.

Stay Healthy

Get out and obambulate.

Well that's cheating, but I am so miserably tired today. I just want to sleep. Except my big toe on my left foot is killing me! I can't figure it out. It feels like someone is poking it with an ice pick. Woke me up this morning it was so bad. Can't see anything wrong--no redness, no swelling, nothing in it, on it or around it. My favorite shoes failed me yesterday; we did a lot of obambulating and I managed to get a blister on the bottom of my foot on the pad where the big toe joins the foot. That hurt last night but seems to be gone today, so that's not what's giving me problems today. I wouldn't be as concerned if I could see what was causing the pain. Hurray for ibuprofen.

Went with my sissies to see Neil Diamond in concert last night. Wow. Another artist who has not diminished with age. I wonder if it's contributable to spending your life doing what you love to do?

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AWAD 10/19/08

Here's what's happening

I have two identical blogs. For now.


I decided that I wanted any potential readers to have the option of subscribing to my blog via rss feed. Turns out that's not possible with the blog that is linked to my personal home page. The feed is available through Blogger, so I imported the old blog into a new one.

Somehow I ended up with two of each post, so I'm deleting the extras little by little.  You haven't missed 500 posts. :)
As of this moment in time, my intent is to duplicate posts. I'll continue to post here on my website for those who have the site bookmarked. But if you like having blog updates delivered to you, now you can subscribe from the copy on blogspot. Eventually if the traffic moves here and there is none at the other blog, I may use that blog and/or page for a different purpose.

Things change.

Condescention?

"One should count each day a separate life."

Why did he have to find that particular quote just this week? Maybe it was time to unsubscribe to the quote/new word thing, if it was going to cause this kind of trouble.

Except the e-mail didn't cause the current state of affairs. It just trained a magnifying glass on it.

He watched her squint at the newspaper, knowing that she'd given up trying to remember where she'd put her glasses. How long would it be before she found a word too long to make the rest of the story worth reading?

She must have felt his eyes on her because she glanced up at him, a question there in her baby-blues about what he was doing. He gave her a half-grin which seemed to satisfy her.

Why? Why not instead ask her if she'd ever considered Seneca's words? What sort of answer would she come up with? Any? Or would she simply melt him with a dimpled smile and turn the conversation to designer fashion?

She was utterly charming. Wifty but wonderful. He wanted to reach out and touch the blonde silk of her hair. That would lead away from this less satisfying train of thought.

He'd feel less guilty. He was taking advantage of her. And he was growing bored because there was nothing intellectual about the relationship. Intellectual girls made him crazy too though. They were too tough to lead; the constant power struggle was wearing.

Where was the balance? There had to be some happy medium between a girl who started life over again every day because she couldn't remember the previous ones, and one who started life over again every day because of the curiosity that drove her mind.

"Can you drop me at Dillards on the way to work?"

"Of course." But how would he drop her out of his life?
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Prompted by AWAD 10/1/08 and a recent phone conversation.