Wow! We made it through all 30 days of the writing challenge. And it was fun!
30. One thing you’re excited for
My new book!
Love Can’t Conquer releases in four days. You can preorder it now, even. I’m really excited about this one, which will be the first in a series. Hunky urban park ranger plus an ex-addict trying to climb out of a deep hole. Angst. True love. Coffee. What’s not to love?
I have a bunch of other releases in the works too.
Just after midnight the day I turned 21, I went to Safeway and bought beer. They didn’t card me, which was disappointing. And I couldn’t buy hard liquor because this was in Oregon, where you could buy wine and beer in grocery stores but had to buy hard liquor in special OLCC (Oregon Liquor Control Commission) stores. I think that may still be the case, but I’m not sure.
That night, friends and I visited a couple of bars with live music (blues, as I recall). I didn’t get drunk, but did try a grasshopper for the first time.
That sounds like a question a creepy caller would ask. Okay. Today I don’t have to go into the office. I do have to do the laundry and pack for a trip, plus I need to walk soon. I’m dressed accordingly: in my least favorite black walking shorts and an oversized red T-shirt from a trip to Alaska. And reading glasses. I never used to wear glasses at all, but I started needing reading glasses a few years ago. I find them annoying. I’m constantly taking them on and off (which means they get fingerprinty quickly). I bought several pairs, which I keep in strategic places. One at work, one by my laptop, one in the family room next to my reading spot, one at my bedside, and one in my purse. I’m constantly digging for that last one.
I don’t have an ex. My husband was pretty much my first boyfriend. I also try really, really hard not to harbor bitterness toward others. I’m not always successful, but I do believe that kind of anger only hurts the person who nurtures it in her heart. Anyway, I guess it would depend on why we broke up. Was it amicable? Did it devastate me? Mostly, I guess I’d say something like, “I hope life’s treating you well.” And then I’d move on.
I always arrive at airports early. Way early. Obsessively so. It doesn’t help that all the airports are 100 miles from me, with unpredictable traffic in between. I stress about it. And I like hanging out in airports–they’re often good places to work–so I’d rather just be really early and not worry. My husband and I argue about this.
I cannot roll my r’s. I’ve tried (in multiple languages) but can’t do it. One of my language profs said it’s a speech impediment–one that doesn’t show if I stick to English.
I can’t hold up three fingers like this:
Not with either hand. My thumb and pinky just don’t work that way. My dad can’t do it either, so it’s probably some weird genetic thing.
All allergy medicines and decongestants–even the non-drowsy ones–zonk me out. I can’t take any of them unless I’m prepared to be a semi-conscious zombie for the next day or so. Which sucks, because I live in Allergy Central. But hey, I’ll never need a prescription to sleeping pills as long as I can have allergy meds nearby.
I miss my family. I live in California with my husband and kids, but most of my relatives are in Oregon. We see each other once or twice a year. I miss being able to hang out with them and do things together. I’m hoping to be able to move to Oregon in the not-too-distant future.
That’s awful. I can honestly say I like all my family members. A lot. So instead, I’ll write about a family member’s annoying habit.
I do almost all my writing while sitting at the kitchen table. I have a study, but I prefer the kitchen because then I’m not so cut off from my family. I can endure a fair amount of noise and chaos, and the TV in the adjacent family room rarely bothers me.
In the evenings, my husband often sits in the family room, watching TV or playing video games. And periodically he’ll say a thing. Like, “Remember I’ll be home late Thursday.” Which interrupts me, but okay. I respond. He goes back to whatever. And just as I’m getting back to work, he’ll say another thing. Like, “And I have an appointment Wednesday morning.” I respond. Another long pause. I get back to work. Then, “I think we should refinance the house.”
It makes me want to strangle him.
Sometimes I just glare. “Are you done yet?” I demand. Spit it all out at once, you know? I was once on a deadline, writing the last chapter of a book, and I threatened to stab him if he kept interrupting like that. He and the kids thought that was hilarious.
Persons born in Aries ascendant will have a certain amount of independent thinking and reasoning faculty. The persons borne under the Aries horoscope are capable people. They may not be strict followers of convention. They are lovers of scientific thought and philosophy; have their own ideas of right and wrong and are strongly bent upon educational pursuits. As the Ram rules them, Aries Horoscope persons are rather stubborn but often frank, impulsive and courageous.
Aries are more gossipers than practical. They sometimes, require a certain amount of cajolery and sycophancy to raise them to action.
They are often pioneers in a field. As Mars is the lord of Aries, they will be martial in spirit. Their constitution will be hot, and they are occasionally subject to hot complaints, piles and the likes, and must avoid enterprises involving any serious risks.
Aries love beauty, art and elegance. The diseases Aries suffer from will be mostly those of the head and unpleasant sightseeing may often lead to mental affliction and derangement of brain. Their built will be slender and females generally possess fairly perfect contours. One peculiarity is craning the neck.
That’s closer, although hardly spot-on. I guess maybe I ought to avoid unpleasant sightseeing. I don’t want my brain deranged.