I’m here to bitch. That’s true. I’m going to rant and let some of it hang it in one area and ALL of it hang out in others :) Get your favorite beverage and join me or click out.
SO…I’m driving into work listening to the news when the Ebola Crisis crosses my ear again. If I have to hear about this one more time (which I will!) I’m going to pitch a hissy fit the likes of which GOD has never seen. I’m driving and the ‘news’ tells me about someone who has fever but has tested negative for Ebola however they’re gonna keep this person under quarantine anyway.
I think: Here we go. This is gonna be fun.
It’s the end of October so Cough, Cold and Flu season is right around the corner. L&M Hospital is at the top of my street. Yeah, Aunty Moon’s best advice this winter is if you get a cold or the flu do NOT see a doctor. Do NOT go to the ER. You WILL be quarantined for ‘the public good’. (Like there’s anything you can really to do stop a pandemic that’s truly after your ass a/k/a Cap’n Tripps or something like that.) You’re best bet is come up with a vaccine (in which there is little money most of the time) so drop the erectile dysfunction crap and the happy pills crap and get cracking on something meaningful or we’re all fucked.
Kinda like Congress but that’s a blog for another time.
I lived through the AIDS Crisis, hell, when I was younger than today no one ever heard of AIDS it wasn’t a ‘thing’. The worst that could happen to you from having unprotected sex was herpes or pregnancy. Everything else you could cure with a cheap shot of penicillin or similar. Yeah, I admit, those were good times. ;)
When AIDS became a ‘thing’ and it started slowly…very slowly…I remember Them wanting to create AIDS Colonies…you know like Lepers. I remember Them trying to ‘halt travel’ from places like Africa until They found out it was a Gay Disease. It took quite a while AFTER that to for Them to realize it was a HUMAN Disease but…whatever. That’s not what we’re here for right now. Long story short…you got a cold this winter do NOT subject yourself to the ER or you may find yourself in a tent in a parking lot with no heat no running water and no toilet. So, ya know, just suffer at home. It’ll be cheaper anyway they’re just going to recommend rest and Robitussin.
THEN Yahoo presents me with this
Yeah, you’re seeing that right and don’t worry My Fellow Amuricans….it’s for sale right here too in Green Backs. Go get you one if you want it although its not as sexy.
I have to admit I love the radio station I listen to. Do you know the Ricola commercial? You know, they’re standing up there in the Alps blowing their Alphorns, one of them has a tickle in his throat, the other one gives him a Ricola, he’s all better and at the end they chime…Reee-Ko-la. That’s the way my AM station introduces Ebola News…..EEEEE-Bo-la. Makes me laugh every time.
On to other things….I get home from work and grocery shopping (always a joy!) and I get the mail to discover I may be have been caught up in the Home Depot Hack.
The bank is going to issue me and hubby new debit cards because of this.
I haven’t noticed any strange charges or weird occurrences so this is strictly a Preventative Measure BUT the freakin’ cards always come in an envelope that looks like pure junk mail and 9 out of 10 times I throw them out unopened. Bad habit, I know. True just the same. If I pluck something from my mailbox that looks like crap it simply hit the trash without being opened. What can I say? I enjoy making people waste the postage, paper, toner, and employee pay. It’s true. I do.
I check my FB to see that for the SECOND time this week someone has tried to hack my account.
Those of you who follow me and are friends with me on my personal FB page know I don’t post anything that could be considered ‘offense’. I don’t even post much (anymore) about things that could be considered ‘private’ and the things that could be considered ‘personal’ are on my PERSONAL FB page for a reason! Even they’re few and far between since I acquired this job of mine and the hicks that come with it. Fuckin’ dumbasses. Talk about the people who Can’t See the Forest for the Trees…they are the most prime example of that I could ever come up with. Ever. Any-hoo, China and India love to hack FB accounts for some unknown reason. I mean if you ‘hack’ my FB account you’re not going to get anything so why bother? So I suppose it could be China or India and hey! It IS Halloween so there’s no reason it can’t be The Fatman and Boy Blunder either. WTFever. All I know is I jumped through several FB hoops to lock the thing down as hard as possible. Now, whenever someone tries to hack my account I’ll get an instant text message alerting me to that fact.
I’m in the kitchen doing the dishes (another joyous task!) I’m cleaning the nasty cat dishes and I hear laughter. It’s very loud. As though it’s right outside my door. People are talking. They’re laughing. I wonder if I have company. SO I go to the door and I see little boys THROWING ROCKS AT MY CAT! A younger brother, by the looks of things who really knows these days, about 7-9 and an older brother about 10-12 and the older brother was egging the younger one on!
Needless to say it took absolutely every ounce of restraint I had not to throw open the front door and beat their little asses. Cuz, you know, that’s exactly what would have happened to me at that age and I would have had it coming. If any one of the mothers on this street had looked out their front door or window to see me THROWING ROCKS AT ANY LIVING CREATURE they would have flown out that door with a broom, beat me ass in the middle of the street, and dragged me home to my mother by my ear lobe. MY MOTHER would have COMMENDED HER before she laid into me. Again, I would have DESERVED every bit of it because I would have been showing a TOTAL DISREGARD for another living being. That would have made me a little brat at the point in time.
Please keep in mind Harry is almost 15 years old, half blind in one eye, and has a blind leg. Let’s not forget he was SITTING AT THE END OF MY DRIVEWAY!
THIS is 2014 and adults are no longer to allowed to nip Juvenile Delinquents in the bud when they see them.
SO…I shouted through the front door; “HEY! Don’t THROW ROCKS at MY CAT!”
They grunted and rolled their eyes.
I opened the door; “You little shit! Go home to your mother!”
They started at me in disbelief.
“You got NO RESPECT! Get out of here!” I shouted.
You have NO idea what I actually WANTED to say or how hard I choked it down. Really. None. Let’s just say the next time I run into my Godfather I’ll have to thank him for selling the house to a lowlife landlord who rents to lowlife tenants who are severely bringing down MY PROPERTY VALUE. If his MOTHER had any idea what happened to her house after she died she’d haunt him until the end of his life and then some. She’d be right to do so!
That little shit older brother had the nerve to turn to me and say; “Please don’t talk to him like that.”
Seriously? Gimme a break you little fuckwad.
I was SHOCKED and choked down what was rising on my tongue as I looked him square in the eye and said; “You’re a jackass. Get out of here.”
I have half a mind to call a cop and have the little shits ‘arrested’. At least have whoever is looking after them notified of their misdeeds but I have the strange feeling they won’t give a shit.
Let’s just hope come Friday night those two Delinquents in Training don’t knock on my door. I’ll have no problem denying them candy and telling whomever is with them (if there’s anyone at all) exactly why.
My cats are in for the night and probably the entire weekend. They won’t like that but it’s better than letting them free where those two fucktards are allowed to THROW ROCKS unchecked.
Geez, I hope tomorrow is a brighter day or I may be the one gathering up a pile of rocks and judging angles from which to chuck them.
Slowly but surely on a lot of counts we are getting there!
There’s less than a week to go in the mid-term elections! WOOT! Of course the bad news there is the ads will run nearly 24/7 from here to the finish line BUT then we’ll get our TVs and radios back. In the end, no matter who wins what, not a damn thing will change. Seems like an awful lot of fuss and wasted money for very little public reward to me.
“Sister Christian” is getting much closer to ‘The End’. In fact, I have every reason to believe we’ll actually make it there by the end of Sunday. I can’t believe how much steam this thing has picked up but I am very glad for it! I was writing away yesterday, going backward and going forward and I got to one part and read it and re-read it and went; WTF? I know I wrote something else…where is it???
It wasn’t in the first book. It wasn’t in the second book and by the time I opened the third book to look for it I nearly convinced myself I was crazy and I’d never written that particular passage at all. Man, I hate it when that happens :) BUT I did find it in the third book so I moved it to the first where it serves the story better. I also grabbed the prologue of the second book and made it a chapter in this one. I’d forgotten we didn’t even describe Hannah’s accident until the second book so now it’s here in the first one and I think it helps make Hannah a little fuller character. I hope.
The other day I was snuggled in bed falling off to the arms of Morpheus when I heard; Now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep
OK….I pray the Lord my soul to keep and if I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.
I swear him I SAW him smile and nod his head. Yep, once a Catholic always a Catholic.
But I got the point. A few small things were missing from the way our friend Hannah would conduct her life. Things like praying. Duh. So we went back and worked that in. We wrote an awesome little scene with her wanting to go to church and Mason telling her he has crackers and wine in the fridge. :)
We’re about 70 pages from ‘The End’ and I think, when all is said and done, we’ll have a story that around 95,000 words. Nothing too large or too long for Today’s Audience.
I still have no idea how we’ll market it or who will even review it. It’s not ‘romance’ it’s not ‘paranormal’ it’s….just a little story. There aren’t many places left in this world or on ye olde internet for plain and simple stories. But you can read more about my opinion on that on Friday when my last guest post for the year appears on Romancing the Book.
The cover for “Kingdoms of War” in this month’s InD’Tale Cover Contest.
This is the last time I will appear on their site due to changes in their policy so if you’re of a mind to vote for it I’d appreciate it. http://indtale.com/polls/creme-de-la-cover-contest
Now I gotta scoot and get off to work. After that I simply MUST get Halloween candy! I haven’t even put out my decorations this year I’ve been so busy and Halloween is my favorite holiday. I don’t want to miss it completely.
And it feels so good!
I had been missing it very much and wondering when the gears would get grinding again. I wondered if we’d made a misstep when we decided to redo the House, MD series for general publication. It was tough getting going and then it would get rolling then it would peter out. But I think we finally got it. It was A LOT of One Step Up and Two Steps Back but I think the first few chapters are cemented in place now. House…..Richard Mason, sorry….is becoming a full character in his own right although he will always have shades of Greg House. I wouldn’t want to totally dismiss them that would be completely dishonest. I hate liars. So that’s that.
We have a new cover
And (obviously) a new title for the series. We figured we’d go with the last novel’s title because the series really about Hannah. So planned books are:
Sister Christian-Sins of the Father (formerly Lean on Me)
Sister Christian-Mysterious Ways (should we decide to keep the first part the original Sister Christian novel)
Sister Christian-Rapture (will be the second half of this novel and end this series. It’s also the only book with any type of romance. Sorry.)
The last title isn’t perfect yet we’re still playing around with a few things but so far that’s the best one. Yes, I realize we’re sticking with the ‘God Theme’ here.
Gee, I wonder why
Shut up. You love me.
Truly. Madly. Deeply.
So yeah, The Big Guy worked in his own small yet very important part. He’s The Voice of God in Hannah’s head. He couldn’t be Mason although there are shades of him in there too or any other major character so he decided to take his ‘rightful’ place and be God. :) Albeit a Kinder Gentler God than what we’re all used to although he may be sneaking in as the Voice of the Devil too….I wouldn’t put that past him.
But you love me.
Yeah we’ve already established that, my darling.
AND…we’re hoping all 3 or 4 books out by the end of 2015 because certain entities are anxious to get to Raven: God of the Damned. Me too! We have another little story rolling around that’s weird and will center on Ares…duh. He’s relentless.
But you love me.
Wow! I think he’s feeling a little insecure these days. I can’t blame him. He already sees Nick coming in for the last story and he knows how much I have the hots for Nick, so much I made him Raven ;)
So, with just a little luck, the first novel/novella will appear in late winter/early spring. The rest should fall in line without a whole hell of a lot of trouble. Establishing all of the important characters in the very first novel in a series is time consuming but worth it. I always loved this little off-beat series. Should be interesting to see how my Kind and Gentle Readers take to it. Well, those who didn’t read the original and those who did, yes, them too. I hope they will be able to appreciate the re-write should they choose to take the plunge. Although we have decided we don’t need to stick to the PG-13 thing too much. yes, I remembered how damn HARD it is to write stories with no sex or even the promise of it so to soften that we’re not necessarily watching our language any longer and Hannah has learned to how to flip the finger at her brother. :)
Well, gotta go and get writing!