Catching Up

I looked at the calendar in my sidebar just a moment ago and realized it's been three days since I last posted, and that surprised me, a little, because usually I'm extremely aware of when and how often I post.

(Actually, I posted to the book blog, so LiveJournal and OD readers saw a post more recent than three days ago, but direct readers did not.)

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It's not that I haven't got stuff to say, because I do. I'm enjoying watching fall get settled in, loving the warm days, the cool nights, the end of air conditioning, but I'm in a writing mode more than a blogging mode – have been outlining for NaNoWriMo, and dabbling in TNG and HP fanfic just to stretch my dialogue muscles. It's weird. When I'm comfortable around people I can babble incessantly with them, and I'm always making mental soundbites of snippets I hear on the street, when there's a neat turn of phrase or an interesting accent or cadence, but despite that, I really don't like writing dialogue…which is a big dilemma when one is concentrating on fiction.

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After nearly being decapitated by a seatbelt yesterday while we were entering the Dallas Tollway, I've decided that my next CarSeek piece will be on seatbelts and child seats and things like that. I mean, we all know about putting small kids in the back seat, but there's far more to it than that.

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The neighborhood dogs have moved beyond mere barking to barking and howling. Mournful howling that happens all through the night (though, in fits, not constantly), and makes my own dogs restless. If nothing else, it's shown me that Cleo is not as barky as the majority of the other dogs around here. In fact, she's been pretty quiet lately, but I think that may be the turn of seasons – she seems to have a cold.

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I've been doing a lot of personal evaluation as well, trying to decide if I really want to return to that whole 8-5, working for other people thing. It's tough. More money is good. But despite the current tightness of our budget, I love my life, I'm just not using my time to full advantage, and there's a project in the works that could be potentially lucrative, but will take a month or two to kick in. Decisions, decisions.

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Fuzzy's working from home today, as he has two conference calls and a doctor's appt, and I feel like my activity is being curtailed because of it, I need music and sound to keep me going when I'm in moods like this, and yet, I don't want to disturb him too much.

Soundproofing. We must look into it.

And on that note, I shall click “publish” and go make some oatmeal. I love oatmeal.

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