Teething baby/PMS-ing mommy… bad combination

January 5, 2006 at 8:46 pm | Posted in The Ugly | 2 Comments

My daughter is going through another bout with teething. Just when I had decided to stop the nighttime nursing, she has a few more teeth coming in. What does that mean? Mom is the pacifier or hours and hours of crying at night. I need my sleep. But what happens when teething pains and PMS coincide? A nuclear explosion. Okay. It’s not that bad, but my husband does an awful lot of holding her while she cries for me. That sounds awful, but when my hormones are raging, it’s best to let him deal with her than have me lose my patience and yell at her. Fortunately, PMS is only a couple of days out of the month. (Right, honey? πŸ˜€ hahahahaha)
At WC, I wanted to add a subdomain for the purpose of selling romantica ebooks. My associate editors have been suggesting it for months, but I have been reluctant. (Not because I don’t like romantica, but more because of the extra work involved. We are already fairly busy editing our regular ebooks section and the magazine. I am also fairly busy marketing what we already have.) However, we’ll be doing it. Now that I’ve committed myself to the project, I am very excited about it. Visions of how the new site will look runs through my head. It’s quite enthralling. It will be a month or more before the new site is up and running, but it’s definitely a subsidiary of WC.

We are also offering writing workshops come next Tuesday. So far, we have two: The Ins and Outs of Writing Sex Scenes, Part I and The Art of Writing Query Letters and Synopses. Both are four week courses. We are very excited about these as well. If you are interested in either of them, come and sign up. πŸ™‚

Well, little miss has awoken. I’ll return later.
WC

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The eBooks section has arrived!

January 3, 2006 at 4:35 am | Posted in The Good, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Two years and several servers after our first attempt to make eBooks available through WC is open for business. The first grouping of eBooks we are offering are 12 Moon Journals, one for each zodiac sign. I am in the process of editing another eBook we’ve accepted for publication and I believe a few of our other editors have MS’s waiting for them to look over. If you have a manuscript you think WC might be interested in publishing, take a look at our submission guidelines for ebooks. Be sure to read it over carefully. It saves everyone time.

As for me and my Christmas? All turned out well. Aurora came home with a pirate’s treasure. She is now enjoying her toys. My sister, the one in the car accident, didn’t get a DUI, is alive and at home. She has vowed off of alcohol and is clean and sober… at least for the time being. I will keep sending her energy and light to support her desire to stay away from alcohol.

News Years was quiet. We stayed in and off the roads, probably the best idea. We did go out for dinner, though, and traffic was very light, surprisingly.

Okay. I have a list of items I want to accomplish. I’ll be around later.

WC

Happy New Year!

January 1, 2006 at 5:21 pm | Posted in The Good | 2 Comments

Another year has arrived. Did you make any resolutions? Will you keep them? πŸ˜€

WC

A new day

December 26, 2005 at 9:53 am | Posted in The Good | 2 Comments

Wild Child is moving to a new server. I am not sure if I have blogged about this here. Gee, I have so many blogs, you’d think I’d know. LOL Well, even if I have, I am going to repeat this anyway. It bears repeating. WC is moving to a new server. This new server allows us to have an online store, sell ebooks, etc. Well, others would too, but not with the programs I have chosen to run on WC. Not only will we be selling ebooks come January 1st, but we will have a “line” of workshops. It’s rather exciting. πŸ™‚ And we will be adding a line of romantica ebooks under another name. That is in the works still, though, as we debate on names as well as what type of romantica.

It’s a new day for WC. But it’s also a new day for my sister. She has been an alcoholic for many years. On December 23rd, Sis was in an automobile accident due to driving drunk that broke one ankle and tore the ligaments in the other. When I have the photos on my laptop or easily accessible, I will post some. You will see from these photos that she is lucky to be alive. She knows this and has decided that she no longer needs to drink. Will she keep this vow? Judging from the conviction in her voice and the congruency of her body language to what she was saying, I would put my money on her. πŸ™‚ I will send her white light and love to support her new beginning.

That’s the beautiful thing about new days: we can start anew at any time. What we have done in the past, for the most part, does not have to be our future. With commitment to change, we can move forward in our lives, creating something beautiful… if we choose to do so. The choice lies with us.

So, I celebrate this day. It is a day of wonder, a day of possibilities, a day of new beginnings.

Yes, today is a new day.

I hate cockroaches.

December 21, 2005 at 11:01 am | Posted in The Ugly | 10 Comments

I hate cockroaches.

Have I mentioned that I hate cockroaches? They have a purpose on this earth, but I don’t care. They are gross, disgusting, and make my skin crawl.

Around 1:45 am, I rolled out of bed to take a shower. (Once again, I had fallen asleep putting Aurora to bed.) I couldn’t stand the feeling of my hair sticking to my head (slight exaggeration) any longer and decided that, despite the hour, I had to take a shower. I walked into our restroom and opened the shower door to run water. Lying on its back in the middle of the shower was a medium-sized cockroach. (About an inch long and a quarter of an inch wide.) It had managed to squeeze itself through the grate above the shower leading into the attic to meet its death on our shower floor. (Just cleaned by the way.) I am glad that it was dead, although as I swept into the tray to throw out outside, it moved. (shudder) You know how they do that. (shudder… again) I threw it out and rinsed the shower down with scalding hot water before climbing in. If we don’t get rid of them soon, I am sure this will be the scenario:

It’s another late night. I am exhausted, but determined to shower. I open the shower and turn the water on, anxious to rinse the dirt of the day off of me. Groggily, I step nude into the hot shower spray, sighing with relief. I lean back, allowing the water to rinse over me when I feel something land on my face then slide off. I am screaming bloody murder. I look down at my feet and there is this brown, inch-long cockroach running around the shower floor. It climbs up my leg. With a ferocity that surprises me, I get it off, but it continues to run around the shower, unphased by the hot water as it tries to escape the psycho, naked woman who has lost all common sense due to one bug 1/68th of her size.

My husband comes rushing in, thinking an intruder is in the house. He’s no more thrilled than I am to find yet another cockroach in the shower and goes to the kitchen, telling me to keep an eye on it. I jump out of the shower, looking for something to keep that beast from following me out. My husband returns with a glass vase to trap it.

In the meantime, Aurora is crying while I am dripping water all over the bathroom floor. My husband traps the damn bug, but now, I’m not so sure I want to chance a shower.

Four days later, I decide that taking baths isn’t such a bad idea.

Tomorrow morning, I call our exterminator. Maybe this time he’ll be able to kill all of them.

Okay. I’ve indulged myself long enough. Time for bed.

Delusions of grandeur

December 18, 2005 at 4:48 am | Posted in The Ugly | 2 Comments

I suffer from them at times. Actually, I suffered from them a good portion of my life. I went to school to be a singer, thinking I was extremely talented. BAHAHAHAHAHA! Well, tonight, I watched a video of one of my cabaret shows. Need I say I sucked? It’s true. I did. I sucked major big time. And this after years and years of training. It’s sad that I wasted so much time on something I was never good at. (sigh) My last teacher was right. I was a good actress, not a singer. (sigh) Several thousand dollars later I realize the truth.

Yeah, I am feeling a bit piteous at the moment. Any one want to join me in my pity pool? LOL

(Sigh)

Seven hours of sleep? I’m in heaven!

December 12, 2005 at 5:50 pm | Posted in The Good | 1 Comment

Last night, my daughter slept for eight hours straight. Now, that may not seem like much to you, but she has never done that before. Since her birth in July of 2004, I have been lucky if I sleep six hours straight. Some nights, it’s four then an hour then an hour then an hour then… until we rise. By the end of the week, I am exhausted and a bit bitchy. πŸ˜€ It’s not her fault. She has nightmares, but also, when she was first born, she didn’t latch to the breast quickly which resulted in her having jaundice. The midwife told me to wake her every two hours to nurse until she healed. So, last night was a milestone… maybe. We’ll see if it continues. I am crossing my fingers because I feel great! LOLOL

The tree I promised a picture of? Well, here it is. I never found the tree topper, and the photo includes the family, but you at least get to see the tree, which doesn’t look nearly as decorated or as pretty as it is. (sigh) Be that as it may, it’s how it’s going to stay. πŸ˜‰

Christmas 2005

We had an interesting experience with Wild Child. It’s not the first time it’s happened. You know, when a person submits to a magazine, he/she should expect to have their story edited or to receive editing suggestions. If they are a serious writer and want to be published, you follow the suggestions, unless they completely destroy the story. Most editors, though, make suggestions with the intent of enhancing or improving the story. Inexperienced authorsΒ  don’t understand this. They become so attached to the piece that they believe no one else knows what they are talking about when it comes to the story. These authors are accustomed to hearing their friends and family tell them how wonderful the piece is. That’s fine, but if you want to be published, you have to be willing to listen to critiques with an open mind. If you can’t, you are in the wrong business.

Being an artist is not an easy life. (By artist, I mean singer, painter, writer, sculpter, etc.) The biggest challenge in an artist’s life, I believe, is learning to let go. It’s hard, I know, but it has to be done if the artist desires to do well.

In any case, this is not the first time we have had an author respond this way, although it is rare. I am sure it won’t be the last. It’s just a part of publishing.

Well, folks, it’s time to make breakfast.

WC

Theme tree or hodgepodge tree?

December 7, 2005 at 3:54 am | Posted in The Good, Uncategorized | 4 Comments

That’s what I ask you. Which do you prefer? My preference is definitely a hodgepodge tree. My reasons are many, but the main one is that on a hodgepodge tree, there is always something new to discover. I have known a number of people over the years who do themed trees. While quite pretty, they just don’t do it for me. But then, I grew up on the hodgepodge tree.

One year, my sister had a themed tree. She was into the Victorian that year. (It was the early 90’s after all.) She spent quite a bit of money on the ornaments and bows for her 7′ tree. It was very pretty, but it’s not the same. When I have finished decorating mine, I will post a picture. I think adding a red bead garland adds a certain panache to the tree as well, making it seem richer than it actually is. LOL I am still in the process of putting that on. As we have our tree backed up to our built-in bookcase, it’s not easy reaching around the back alone. The last thing I have to do is find my tree topper. It’s somewhere in the storage bins. I just haven’t found it yet. πŸ˜‰

My husband bought a new digital camera Sunday. While there was nothing wrong, per se, with our old one, it was about three years old and seemed to be getting slower with every passing photo. Adults might be willing to smile for four or five seconds, but a child with a play agenda on her mind is not. With our old camera, I was almost always just missing that smile and catching the side of her head. LOL This one is much faster. I am still playing with the camera, but I like it much more than the old one. What is it? A Canon A620. It may not have the 10x optical zoom of our old camera, but it is 7.1 megapixels and very slick and easy to use. And, it was cheaper than our old one when we bought it new. Don’t get me wrong. Our old one was a great camera for its time (Olympus C-700) and was wonderful to have with us on our honeymoon in Tahiti. There were several places where the optical zoom was a nice bonus, but now? Now, we need something with a little more zip, higher megapixels and more compact. The view finder is also larger on the Canon. I am enjoying the new toy. LOL Of course, my husband, Mr. Gadget Boy, was beside himself with excitement. LOLOL

Some photos from the new camera:

The Tongue Brigade

The tongue brigade
Smiling with Daddy
Daddy and baby
Sweet, huh? πŸ™‚

Home again. Home again.

November 27, 2005 at 11:46 pm | Posted in The Good | 3 Comments

I am home from my mother’s. It was a wonderful visit… if you don’t count the incident with the scale… the bathroom scale, that is. Yes, I made the mistake of stepping on my mother’s scale. (I wanted to see how much Aurora weighed.) I had gained, and this before Thanksgiving, seven pounds. I was appalled and went on an immediate diet. The only thing is: I don’t know if I’ve lost any weight since as I haven’t been on a scale. (shrug) What am I to do? Besides, my scale may not be the same as my mother’s. (Hers is digital; mine has a dial on it.) Oh, Aurora weighs 20 pounds now.

Perhaps my weight gain is in muscle from carrying her around all of the time. (Yeah. And perhaps California won’t have another earthquake ever again.) I am still on the diet. The problem is not how much I am eating, but what I am eating. You see, my mother sent down a batch of homemade persimmon, oatmeal raisin with walnut, and chocolate chip cookies. Now, my mother’s homemade persimmon cookies are worth committing murder to get. My husband doesn’t care for her persimmon cookies, which is a good and bad thing, you know, because that means more for me. I can easily eat ten of those cookies without blinking an eye. They taste soooo good. However, ten of those cookies adds unnecessary fat calories. Okay. If I replaced those cookies with almonds or fruit or something, I wouldn’t have gained the seven pounds. But, to have those cookies sitting around the house is too tempting. Matter of fact, Mom sent me home with another dozen or two. :p After I stepped on the scale and saw my weight, I haven’t touched one cookie. I don’t know what I am going to do with these cookies, but eating them is not an option. LOL

WARNING: Techie talk to follow. πŸ˜€
If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. I have been playing with my mag one a new server. I haven’t actually transferred the domain yet because I want to make sure everything works properly. Well, I am using the CMS (Content Management System) program Joomla, which is an awesome CMS by the way. This new server has the permissions set funky and I am having problems making Joomla work properly. It’s rather frustrating. Because this uses a mySQL database, everything has to be deleted through the admin panel, which isn’t a problem if the permissions are set properly for this to happen. This new server doesn’t. I am not sure how the permissions must be set, but if I don’t delete things through the admin panel, Joomla will still read the file, component, etc., as being still part of the system. (sigh) Just one more glitch. (sigh)

End techie talk.

Aurora is asleep, so I think I’ll unload some of her Christmas presents and do some wrapping while I can. πŸ˜€

Ciao!

Marci

Test

November 23, 2005 at 8:46 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

I found this test at Null Bit’s blog. I am:


What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Hm… emaciated? I don’t think so. I just had some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. That’s not going to put me on the emaciated list any time soon. LOL

Enjoy your Thanksgiving!

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