International Day For The Elimination Of Violence Against Women

Domestic violence is an unfortunate reality. This month, within my family, it became a personal reality.

Don't tolerate abuse. Stand up for those without a voice. Don't judge. Just love.

Celebrate November 25th as a day that should last all year.

http://www.nnedv.org/component/content/article/347-intldayvaw.html

Hard Drive Crash of 2010

My hard drive crashed unexpectedly last night. I say unexpectedly like they're ever like, "Oh, pardon me--I'm gonna crash right here. You don't mind do you? You might wanna save your valuable shit before I do. K? Thnx."

I am NOT happy. I backup my writing on a memory stick every so often. But not my pics. I had thousands. Tons of pics I had collected over years and years and years.

Not my music.

Not my purchased e-books and stories. Bought and paid for and gone forever.

I HATE computers right now.

The Blur Of Summer

In June, Texas became the new Fiery Pits Of Hell. Nothing new there.

In July, someone purchased one of my stories. Whoever you are, thank you. :) I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed it.

In August, Husband and I adopted/rescued a kitten. Stormy. She's a cute little shit and I love her. (Pics to come later.)

Honesty

There are many pet causes and personal wars in which I gladly volunteer to fight, but depression, The Big D, The Big Black, The Black Dog, is one that is close to my heart. Unfortunately. It's sort of like that mole that the doctor says would hurt more to remove than leave there. Only he doesn't mention that leaving it there makes you want to jump off a cliff. Now that's what I call a win-win situation, right there.

My point? Depression has robbed me of so much. No scratch that. So freakin' much. The list is too long and sordid to go into but suffice to say, I shall never win the war, but I do occasionally kick depression's ass in a battle. But in recent weeks, it has been it's turn to reciprocate the steel-toed boot in my ass. And boy does that sonofabitch hurt. It has tried its damnedest to take away my peace of mind, my joy, my accomplishments, my sense of self. Well, today, munitions, supplies and backup managed to punch through and aid me when I needed it most. Music, physical activity and connection with my critique partner. They helped me.

Depression, Mr. D, may have me in his clutches again. As a matter of fact, it is inevitable. But not today. Today, I was a feather's width ahead of him. Today, I danced circles around him. Today my smile blinded his black eyes.

Today--is mine.

So, in the spirit of things, here's a video of a performer singing a song that fits the theme of this post. I could be phony and just post when things are happy and shiny but that's not me. Good, bad, ugly--that's honesty.

Thank You For Being A Friend

A Golden Girl has passed away. Rue McClanahan. Aka Blanche Devereaux.

I adore "The Golden Girls" and watch them constantly. I know the scripts better than the girls do. I still laugh out loud at it.

Rest in peace, Rue. You rock.

Seeing Stars

OMG.

Here is the cover for my second short story "Seeing Stars." Love it. I have finally achieved beefcake cover status. LOL.

Thanks again to my CP (currently missing in action) Kitty Cahill, my editor Helen Revell, my husband, my mom and of course Shadowfire Press for making it all possible. Big hugs for all!

You can purchase "Seeing Stars" tomorrow at Shadowfire Press!

Welcome Back, Musey Muse Muse Muse Muse

(Estelle Getty as Sophia Petrillo and Edie McClurg as Nurse DeFarge in The Golden Girls Episode "Beauty and the Beast")

Finally.
Some wordage.
Not only that, but actual good wordage.
About 2K.
Two thousand and one hundred some odd words on a story that all of a freakin' sudden wants to be written.
Um...
Okay, Muse.
I'll just pretend I didn't notice your MONTH-long absence.
*Shrug*
No biggie.
I'll just sit here and keep typing.
Nooo problemo...