Making A List And Checking It Twice…Or Not

on July 13, 2012

I board a flight for Anaheim, CA in eleven days. That’s less than two weeks. Roughly 264 hours. Or 15,840 minutes. Though depending on when you read this, that number could be substantially lower. Suffice it to say, it’s not long now.
At this point I should have a list. Some reference sheet where I can mark off all the things I’ve yet to do. Another for all the things I need to take. Another for all the places I need to be and when I need to be there. Do I have these lists?
Of course not. Gah!
I will. I mean, I intend to have them. A couple are even started already. Mostly in my head. Not the most reliable place to keep them, as there’s a giant hole in there that things fall through never to be seen (or remembered) again. But it’s a system.
I’ve picked out all the clothes and I’m good to go there. Five pairs of shoes is more than I’ve ever taken, but priorities change when you go from being one who will blend into the crowd and become as noticeable as the dusty fake palm tree in the corner of the lobby to one who will be on display and couldn’t blend in short of finding and Invisibility Cloak. (Should that be capitalized? I’m leaving it either way.)
You may have noticed by now I’m a little frazzled. I feel like that life-changing phone call came five minutes ago. Where did those four months go??
Just so you don’t think I’ve squandered that time, I have finished revisions on the manuscript, landed an agent (that is so fun to say) and now that agent is sending that manuscript around to editors. *insert eye twitch here* I’m also charging ahead to write the next book, which is coming along nicely. These facts are the ones that will keep me sane for the next eleven days.

Because when all this hoopla is over, there are still characters to meet and stories to plot and books to write. So that’s what I’m doing. But I’ll get to those lists. Eventually.

So What’s Up With This Irene Chick?

on August 26, 2011

Cat update first: Did not go back and get cute kitty Sunshine from pet store. Sanity ruled. Now considering taking a brand new kitten from my parents. *sigh* Nothing final yet. Good chance sanity will win out again.

Onto the news of the day. So I live in the mid-Atlantic region of the US, which means I’m currently trying to stay calm, be prepared, and lose my flipping mind all at the same time. You can probably guess at which activity I’m succeeding the most.

The last time a major hurricane hit this area was a year before I moved here. I actually flew in two days after Isabel hit for my (well-timed) vacation. Boy was that interesting. Not the best vacation, but I didn’t have a house to worry about so it was all an adventure. This time, not so much.

Irene is scheduled to arrive while I am out of town. Logic would say this is a good thing since I’ll be out of the path. However, my house will still be in the path and as I’ve only been a home owner for less than a year, I’m struggling with the urge to find a way to move the house.

Which would be utterly hysterical not just for the obvious reasons, but because it’s a townhouse snuggled between a bunch of other townhouses. My street would look like a big smile with one tooth missing.

I’ve decided to think positive as this is how I attack most everything else and it usually works. Yes, we might be without power for a day or two, but we can always crash at my cousin’s house where they have both a generator and a gas grill.

But the house will be fine and the cats will be fine and I’ll be happy that my car (and me) were out of harm’s way when this is all over. Life will go on, kiddo will be home (YAY!), school will get underway in another week and before we know it, we’ll all be freaking about the snow storms.


Are you in the way? Are you ready for Irene? Are you ready for Christmas?! (It’ll be here before we know it!)