But life has been changing quite a lot. The new job is humming along nicely (nothing life changing, and it's not what I want to be when I grow up, but it pays the bills.
The biggest change is this little one:
Yup, that's right. The Bear Monk and I are expecting a little one around the end of this year. We've already found out that we're having a girl (because God has a sense of humor) and things are going really well so far.
Maybe it has something to do with knowing I'll be responsible for a new life, or maybe it has something to do with all the great people I follow on twitter, or even that I've gotten over the urge to really impress people at my job, but I've really started to feel the urge to write again.
With that new urge, I'm going to start trying to blog more regularly and even start writing on the several in progress projects I have going on at the moment.
I plan on blogging at least Tuesday through Thursday, with a few extra posts here and there along the way. Right now, look for the following pattern to emerge:
Geeky Girl Tuesday
What was once just Gamer Girl Tuesday is being expanded into a wider range of my geeky pursuits. Expect TV reviews, comic rants, and yes even the occasional game review.
Word Slinging
Tips on becoming better at "the craft." Sometimes from my own experience and others from folks with more expertise (and also hopefully the occasional interview. Let me know if you're interested).
Prize in the Serial
If you've been following the blog for a while, you may remember my serial story "Taking Liberty." I'm going to finish the story (I promise!) using the help of Three Word Wednesday. I'll be posting on Thursdays to give myself a little extra time. After I finish "Taking Liberty," I plan on continuing the serial format with other story ideas. Keep an eye out for exciting announcements along the way.
Thanks for those of you that have stuck it out with me. I hope this is the start of something fun and exciting for all involved.
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Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
First Crusader Challenge: Allow me to introduce myself...
I suppose to really understand me, you have to know that I have a powerful imagination. Some would call it overactive. To the point that it gets me in trouble sometimes.
For instance, I once began to daydream while a professor bloviated about some topic he was an expert in, that I imagined him puffing up with air to the point he exploded. And I exploded in laughter. In class.
Even when my imagination wasn’t damaging my GPA, it would often make my parents a bit, concerned. I used to pretend that I was Cinderella when forced to do my chores as a child. I would even put on my most ragged clothes and smear dust on my face. My parents didn’t care for that much, especially when company was over.
But they preferred that to when I would hang my Barbies for treason and stick a plastic blade to my stuffed rabbit’s throat to make him give up the goods on the plot to kidnap Ken.
When pared with my hypochondria, however, my imagination takes an even darker turn. Through the years I have diagnosed myself with leukemia, early-onset Alzheimer's, male pattern baldness, and rubella.
Every now and then, though my imagination allows me to relax and escape from the world. For a long weekend, my husband and I stayed in the luxury of the Peabody hotel, and among the fuliguline floor shows and the fluffy robes, I was able to forget the student loans, crap job, and spoiled food waiting in the refrigerator for us at home.
My imagination has certainly been a tough one to wrangle and control through the years, but without it, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Jobless and half crazy with plotting and revision.
For instance, I once began to daydream while a professor bloviated about some topic he was an expert in, that I imagined him puffing up with air to the point he exploded. And I exploded in laughter. In class.
Even when my imagination wasn’t damaging my GPA, it would often make my parents a bit, concerned. I used to pretend that I was Cinderella when forced to do my chores as a child. I would even put on my most ragged clothes and smear dust on my face. My parents didn’t care for that much, especially when company was over.
But they preferred that to when I would hang my Barbies for treason and stick a plastic blade to my stuffed rabbit’s throat to make him give up the goods on the plot to kidnap Ken.
When pared with my hypochondria, however, my imagination takes an even darker turn. Through the years I have diagnosed myself with leukemia, early-onset Alzheimer's, male pattern baldness, and rubella.
Every now and then, though my imagination allows me to relax and escape from the world. For a long weekend, my husband and I stayed in the luxury of the Peabody hotel, and among the fuliguline floor shows and the fluffy robes, I was able to forget the student loans, crap job, and spoiled food waiting in the refrigerator for us at home.
My imagination has certainly been a tough one to wrangle and control through the years, but without it, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Jobless and half crazy with plotting and revision.
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While much has been colored with creative license, something I've told you is an outright lie. Which one of you will be the first to correctly guess where my imagination has once again gotten out of control?
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