Friday, December 01, 2006

The Chocolate Project - Friday 12/1/2006


I love sharing good stuff.

Today I brought in the Trader Joe's sipping chocolate I've been bragging up at work. It's thick and strong and kind of wonderful.

Later today, we'll launch December in a festive way with a tasting. I have only made this one serving at a time, so we shall see if I make a big mess or what. Gonna use the foamer Braveheart gave me for Christmas to blend the chocolate and the milk, then top it with the extra-creamy whipped cream I picked up this morning.

Jingle jingle!

The Lights Are On... - Thursday 11/30/2006


...but no one's home.

This hummer was left running in the restaurant parking lot.

What tha--?

You don't just run in and out of Bob's Big Boy. You sit. For like a half an hour. I-- I can't even begin to write about this.

It's all too obvious.

Sing in the Sunshine - Tuesday 11/28/2006


This is out of order because I was all caught up in my computer issues on Wednesday morning.

This guy was sitting on the corner across from the coffee house, just playing for himself. It was sunny, but pretty darn cold for Southern California.

It's always good to see people engaged in their art.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

When Bad Things Happen to Good Writers - Wednesday 11/29/2006


I'm not making any claims about the quality of my writing but you would have to agree that in terms of quantity, I have been a very good writer this month.

I wrote another 2000+ words of character notes this morning before work. I'd left my USB drive on my desk yesterday. A simple one-block walk to my office before writing would have helped with about 50% of the sick feeling in my stomach right now.

I plugged in my trusty laptop to recharge it and to download my work to the USB drive, and...thump. It won't boot up. At all. It just whirs for a split second and then it stops. I've tried removing the battery, etc.

The manufacturer's warranty has expired. I think I bought the extended warranty. I would really like those notes and the outline I was so excited about having finished, more than even if they just gave me a brand new computer.

At least I have the whole manuscript on USB and printed out. It's just...potentially really sad.


[EDIT: IT'S OKAY!!!! I called the support service from Circuit City and they ran me through discharging all the power... It was more than just taking out the battery. And found out I may have a recall issue regarding static electricity. But the main thing is, my writing from this morning is all there, and now backed up on my USB drive, and being printed out imminently. Glad I didn't have a meltdown. I would have felt pretty silly.


To paraphrase John Lennon, happiness is a warm USB drive.]




Monday, November 27, 2006

Bam! Here's Some More For You! - Monday 11/27/2006


Christmas spirit, that is. I was minding my own business, typing away at my usual table at Bob's around 5:30 this morning when--BAM!--this Christmas bulb landed on my table. I hadn't even noticed that they'd decorated the chandeliers above the booths.

When I tried to hand it to the waiter, he said, "Oh, no. It's destiny. That one's yours. It picked you."

So, okay. I brought it with me. I will secure the tie ribbon a little better and hang it over my desk. Is this some sort of odd synchronicity or what? When I got to work, I found answers to my question about types of ropes and knots that I'd posted on the NaNoWriMo forum where you can ask realism questions.

Also... Today I printed out my rough draft manuscript, double-spaced (yes, on recycled paper), because I feel like I deserve to haul this monster into my writing group tomorrow night and plop it down on Gia's coffee table. They will be almost as happy as I am...maybe more so. They don't have to rework it!


Christmas Spirit - Sunday 11/26/2006


Hydra's got it! He spent quite a few hours getting all this stuff arranged. It looks great as you come up the street!

See how the bear is skiiing down from the star!?

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Feeling Like a Winner - Saturday 11/25/2006


That's what they call you on NaNoWriMo when you write 50,000 words in 30 days. And that's what you feel like too!

What an amazing thing! I actually have a first draft, very nearly complete, and it actually has a plot. My writer friends will rejoice for me. I am not the go-to gal for plot. I would sit and describe an early morning hike or a good looking man for six pages if I could get away with it.

But I powered through this, and I have an actual series of events, and characters I love enough to want to go back and straighten things out for. There are some blind canyons, some conflicting character elements that will need work. It's a true mess, but it tells a story. And the story will support what I really want to say about these people.

I am astonished, empowered, so so grateful to the people who put together NaNoWriMo, and to all of you who cheered me along this path. I respond very well to positive feedback.

[Dancing a silly silly victory dance around the room, out into the yard, and back again!]

And on the 25th day, the tea turned to hot chocolate. And there was whipped cream. And it was good.

The Polar Bear in My Library - Friday 11/24/2006


Yes, Hyrda gets a little excited about Christmas. After almost seven years in our house, we have a nice stockpile of Christmas lights. But until this week, no light-up animatronic animals.

He spent much of the day building a platform for this guy, who will be seen skiing down from the star on the front peak of the house. He used scrap wood for the platform and we were tickled that the project didn't require a run into Lowe's for anything. We have the tools and the leftovers. We are like real home owners now.

Dodger kept an eye on this guy for me. Suspicious looking git. Don't let him near the pistachios!

I cooked us up a turkey yesterday. Yum. It was free range, and it was the best I've ever made. Not because of the herb-and-garlic butter I rubbed all over it, or the cooking bag, because we've done that before. No more bargain basement turkeys for us.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Thanksgiving - Thursday 11/23/2006


Isn't this lovely? Hydra's cousin, Sharon, made the stained glass angels that adorned our plates. She came all the way from Michigan to share the day with us, at our mutual cousin's house in Orange County.

Sunlight on leaves passed during our post-dinner, pre-dessert walk:




I'm thankful for so much, but right now am thinking of how grateful I am for this artistic life I am leading. My friends and family are so creative and exciting.

I think the following quote, from the book I'm reading right now, is actually applicable to most forms of artistic expression:

“There are these rare moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they’ve ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the merely collaborative or technically proficient, when their expression becomes as easy and graceful as friendship or love. This is when they give us a glimpse of what we might be, of our best selves, and of an impossible world in which you give everything you have to others, but lose nothing of yourself. Out in the real world there exist detailed plans, visionary projects for peaceable realms, all conflicts resolved, happiness for everyone, for ever—mirages for which people are prepared to die and kill. Christ’s kingdom on earth, the workers’ paradise, the ideal Islamic state. But only in music, and only on rare occasions, does the curtain actually lift on this dream of community, and it’s tantalizingly conjured, before fading away on the last notes.”

from Saturday by Ian McEwan

Alien Lifeform - Wednesday 11/22/2006




I've never been been able to grow a plant from an avocado pit that hadn't already begun to sprout inside the fruit. So it seems wasteful not to give this pit its chance at a longer, leafier life.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Lunatic in my Office - Tuesday 11/21/2006

I love it when our office manager brings her puppy, Luna, to work with her. Luna's the perfect office dog. Friendly and just energetic enough to be fun. She comes in and says hello when she first gets here. Then stops by for a little ankle lick when she makes her rounds a couple of times a day.

She's gotten good at playing with tennis balls, but she's not supposed to pull the fluff off of them.

Playing

Playing
PlayingWhat? I'm not supposed to pull off the fluff? Like... never?


Really. I never imagined you meant never.

Eyeing the Pig - Monday 11/20/2006


The pig believes itself to be safe.

The pig knows it's Thanksgiving this week; a holiday traditionally more threatening to the turkey.

What the pig hasn't realized is that I've been spending most of my allowance on breakfasts out and chai tea lattes.

The pig is in danger.

Pity the pig.

Moving Forward - Sunday 11/19/2006


I received this mug from the Elegant E on Saturday! She receieve one from me, too!

The first thing it held was a celebratory margarita on the rocks for passing the 35,000 word mark.

I spent 4 1/2 hours dealing with computer problems. Kind of messed up my momentum. Ah well. Still ahead of the game, techinically.

I calmed down and filled it with tea on Sunday. ;)

On the other side, it says "Novelist Fuel." Tee hee.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Power - Saturday 11/18/2006


I took this photo as part of an assignment from friends over on 43Things to take a photograph of "power." I had to think a lot about this one. What do I think is powerful?

Standing up for what you believe, even when it’s not the popular position. Peaceful resistance.

A few years ago in the U.S.--even a few months ago--it felt a little dangerous to say that we shouldn’t be in Iraq. I found out that a few people who I thought of as friends would like to shut me up. They thought I was a threat to the security of our country for saying what I believed.

To me, freedom of speech is at the core of what this country is supposed to stand for. Get rid of that, and you don’t have much left to defend.

As evidenced by the recent elections, some people’s minds have been changed. The large and small actions of hundreds of thousands of peaceful people willing to speak up have made a difference. Oh, and Keith Olberman's comments helped give us courage, too.

It isn't solved, but the ways of talking about it are opening up.


[Edit: If you are interested in what other people are doing for this goal on 43Things, take a look.]

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Other People's Lives - Friday 11/17/2006


I wrote at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf on Friday. A) I have been out of their wonderful loose leaf Chai tea for more than a week and B) I could not. not. not. face another bowl of Big Boy oatmeal this week.

The honeymoon is over, Bob.

Have to admit it was nice to be in a place where the music wasn't all recorded before 1963. And it's a decidedly younger crowd that stops at the Bean in the early a.m. Considering that my characters are late twenties, this could be a good influence.

Also, Jennifer Love Hewitt stopped in for a cuppa and was very very sweet to the woman who recognized her and talked to her for a little bit.

This little apple turkey next to the cash register just took me places for a few minutes. Oh, yeah. Here I am with my commute and my early morning writing, and all my other stuff, and there is also a little boy making a surprise for his auntie who works at a coffee house.

Wonderful world.

Farmstand Vegetables - Thursday 11/15/2006


I didn't intend this to be my photo for the day. It just happens to be the only one I took. I took it to remind myself what went into the impromptu veggie dish I made. Good food shots are a whole 'nother art form. This was much better than it looks.

I stopped by the farmstand on Sierra Highway at Vasquez Canyon Road with the intention of mixing up my bad veggie habits a bit. You can only be expected to eat so many servings of broccoli or brussels sprouts before beginning to form an aversion.

So... I picked out a bunch of likely looking stuff, and here's the recipe. It was very good hot, and very good cold. Watch out Franklin Stove, this may be part of our next meeting's meal!

Farmstand Veggies

1 1/2 Tbs olive oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 medium red onion, diced
1 large yellow crook-neck squash
1 red bell pepper, cut into 1/2 inch squares
1 large ear of sweet corn, cut from the cob
1/4 cup chopped tomato
1/2 cup black olives, finely chopped
3-4 leaves fresh basil or 1-2 tsp dried

Sautee the garlic and onions in a large skillet till the onions are translucent. Add the squash, pepper, corn, tomato and black olives. Cook until the squash is obviously cooked--it gets a little translucent too. Add the basil and cook another 2-3 minutes.

I'm not sure if you really need the tomato. Or you could use a whole one. I just had that much left over from something else and tossed it in. What makes this different is the chopped olives. I'd had them in a pasta dish over the weekend and though it would be good in this mix. Mmm!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

This Is My Brain - Wednesday 11/15/2006




This is my brain on NaNoWriMo:



Near as I can figure, all this creative output has nearly nixed my ability to sleep. So far I've actually had more energy than usual.

In spite of waking up early or in the middle of the night, with my characters asking me how they are going to deal with what I'm going to put them through next. Actually, I think they're strong enough to cope with it, if I'm strong enough to give them a real challenge.

I told a very peripheral acquaintence about NaNoWriMo yesterday, but I didn't explain it right, and I woke up at 1 am this morning with a sinus headache, worrying that this guy thinks I'm a dilettante. What kind of moron thinks she can write a novel in a month? No one, it's just a first draft...

Oh, for PETE'S SAKE. Lighten up.

Manic energy can be a very handy thing.

On the other hand, it seems that it can turn on you when you least expect it.

[Note to my mom, and any other safety conscious individuals: the 75 mph photo was taken from the passenger seat of Hydra's Tahoe.]

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Money Is No Object - Tuesday 11/14/2006


The lovely, thoughtful American in Toronto sent this breast cancer awareness commemorative Canadian quarter to me to give to Gia about six months ago. Last night I finally had my wallet open during our writing group meeting, and I remembered to give the quarter to Gia. It was still wrapped in AiT's note.

If you are thinking about making a small considerate gesture, go ahead and do it. Thank people. Acknowledge good behavior and good service. Let the friend of a friend know that it matters that she is alive.

Your positive action may just ripple through our world in ways we can't begin to imagine.

Inside Looking Out - Monday 11/13/2006



The view out the window of Priscilla's Coffee House.

I met a friend here after work. She's moving to Maine! Just let me know on Thursday and she's setting off tomorrow. She hadn't told people she was going to do it because she didn't want to be talked out of it. She seemed at peace with the adventure, in spite of the losses it also represents.


She's going to drive, and stop and visit old friends along the way. She talked about the mythology of the seven gates of hell--which apparently is echoed in several traditions--where the traveler sheds those things which she holds dear along the way. The last thing she sheds is her skin. It's about letting go in order to be reborn.

Gotta love writers.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Immigration - Sunday 11/12/2006



Hydra's parents came to the U.S. from Canada when they were kids. Her folks were from England, his were French Canadian. They met and married in the greater Detroit area in the late thirties. Hydra was cleaning out his closet and came across their citizenship papers, which were printed in 1953 and 1954.

I wonder why they got copies of these certificates at this time. Had they lost their papers somehow? Did it seem more important because of the political climate of the mid-fifties?

In case you are wondering... No. They were not actually seals.

Though that might account for much of Hydra's behavior.