Castle in the Clouds

Well, the oldest brought home his progress report card earlier this week. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Of course, after I took a minute to figure it out, I realized he's only been on the meds for about three weeks, which likely isn't long enough to impact his grades. So we still have a chance to bring the D up to a C and the Cs (of which there were many) up to Bs. The marking period ends March 20th. Keep us in your prayers. He needs this to work more than mom and dad do. He's starting to get very pessimistic about his scholastic abilities and it's breaking my heart. Listening to your child say "I'm no good at this" over and over is very painful.

As you may have noticed, the word meter on my sidebar has been steadily progressing toward completion. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am that I'm making some real progress on the story. It's such a relief to know the end is in sight. However, that being said, I'm beginning to wonder if I can really wrap everything up in 125,000 words. For some reason, I'm not feeling the love. Seriously. The relationship between my hero and heroine still feels very fresh and awkward. It's on the verge of developing into something bigger and better, but they've just not had enough time to know each other well enough yet for the final scene to ring true. Oh, I know how this all ends. Yes, indeedy. It's just getting the two of them there that's going to be difficult. Perhaps I've focused too much on the problem that brought them together and not enough on them. I've been worried about this for awhile now, but the more I write toward the appr

I'm not really sure what to write about today. Nothing really strikes my fancy. Maybe it's just too early. Maybe if I give myself a little time to wake up, I'll think of something that's worth sharing. Right now, I just want to go back to bed.

Today is my oldest son's birthday. At 7:38 PM he will officially be ten years old. Ten!!! Although he's going to have cake and ice cream after dinner and get to open a present or two, his birthday started early. It just so happened that his fourth grade class had scheduled a field trip for today. Of course, I couldn't let an opportunity to spend the day with my birthday boy pass me by, so I volunteered to chaperone. Although I didn't ride the bus to and from the theatre, I did get to sit with my son and one of his little friends during the hour-long play. As you'd expect cameras weren't allowed during the actual performance, but I was able to take a few shots prior to the curtain opening. Of course, now that I want to post them, Blogger is going to be a pain. At least a got the picture of the two of us up there!

Actually, I felt semi-productive yesterday. I managed to write just a little over a thousand words again on the WIP. No, the hero and heroine aren't free yet. I'm beginning to think it's never going to happen, which is going to make for an interesting ending. ;-) What else? Oh, yes! I made it to kickboxing. On time, even! Thought I'd see my sister there, but apparently her church classes were changed and now she's coming to class on Tuesdays instead. Maybe she'll be there tonight. We haven't really talked in awhile and I'd like a chance to catch up. See how she's doing. I did, however, get a chance to talk to my SIL, so that was nice. She really is the smiliest (is that a word?) person I know. Also got invited to a women only adult party in a few weeks. That should be funny. Part of me wants to go just for the giggle. After working out I had to run to the store and pick up some toiletries. It's crazy how much you can pay for hairsp

I don't know if you've been paying any attention to my Word Count meter over there in the sidebar, but it's slowly moving. I added just a little over 1K yesterday. Finished a sex scene and set up the hero and heroine's upcoming escape from their demon captors. I'm hoping today that I'll make it through that scene, which would end the chapter. In non-writing related news, I really don't have all that much to report. I think my oldest is trying to get bronchitis again. I'm beginning to suspect allergies might be involved. Pet dander could be the culprit. Of course, I'm only guessing, but it seems unlikely there's not some kind of irritant responsible for the repeat business in his lungs. Other than that things have been pretty uneventful. I have yet to make it back to kickboxing class since paying for the month. Go figure. I meant to go Tuesday night but grocery shopping took longer than anticipated and the class was half over by the time I

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These are some random pictures from our weekend. The only night I didn't have the camera with me was Friday; I went to a poetry open mic event. Above are pictures from my oldest son's basketball game Saturday afternoon. (I forgot the camera for the earlier game where my youngest played.) Unfortunately, while my oldest did fairly well in the game, his team still got spanked. After showers and packing we headed up north for the night. Got to hang out with my cousins and their children. It was very enjoyable and something we don't do often enough.

I did it. I paid my monthly dues to join kickboxing. That $50 check entitles me to approximately 20 hours of sweat and tears. Can I just say it was damned hard writing that check. There's so much I can do with $50! I could buy six or seven books. I could build up my camera fund that much faster. I could buy a couple of pairs of jeans ( desparately needed ). I could buy a replacement pair of snow pants ( thanks to my son who lost them on the school bus ). Yet, I spent it on exercise. If I don't start losing a lot of weight, I am going to get pissed. Or at least a pant size, dammit. Okay, really, I just want to look decent in my bathing suit. That boat trip isn't getting any further away. Quite the opposite. Which is why I paid. Stupid bathing suits.

So I'm going to talk about something I really don't know all that much about: poetry. I think it's because of the post Jan Worth-Nelson , author of Night Blind , put up on her blog a few days ago. It got me thinking about my own relationship with poetry and how that relationship developed, or more accurately, how it failed to develop. I love words. I love short stories and novels. I love writing. If you know me in real life or have followed this blog for any length of time, this should come as no surprise. Only someone who has a passion for the written word would spend hours and weeks and months of their lives attempting to create stories of their own. Only someone who has a passion for the unique kind of entertainment found in a book would admit to having a reading problem like some people have a drinking problem. Yet, I've never liked poetry unless it could be found in books like Where the Sidewalk Ends . Oh, sure, there are random exceptions to this rule. I quite en

If you ignore the nasty food we were served, I had a lovely weekend. I managed to create 22 pages (that's 11 2-page spreads). Most of the pages were of our trip to Maine back in 2006. However, just to change it up a bit, I did manage to do one page of trick-or-treating in the campground. I'll try to either scan & stitch the layouts together or take a picture of some of my favorite layouts. They weren't masterpieces, but they count! As for the hotel accommodations...let's just say the change in venue was not a good idea. The Quality Inn apparently has issues with quality lighting, quality food, and quality equipment. The most frustrating thing was the food. In past years we were fed very well, as in all-you-can-eat-crab-legs as our big Saturday night meal. This year our big meal was Stouffer's frozen lasagne and a piece of garlic bread. I couldn't eat the lasagne. Although it had been cooked, it was cold. After a couple of the ladies had to run to the restroo

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The reason my kids didn't have school..

please, please, please go away. Yes, it is once again snowing. In fact, we're supposed to get between 10-12 inches between now and 1 AM. Doesn't that sound just lovely? Driving home should be such fun. The hubby even said we should have driven Big Red (a.k.a. his truck) instead of my little Malibu. So I assume he's not looking forward to braving the roads, either. Oh, and the kids are getting out of school two hours early. I swear they're going to have to make up snow days if this nonsense keeps up. Snow days we cannot afford! We're leaving for Florida in early June...the trip is already paid for, so rescheduling isn't really an option. Stupid snow.

Today my oldest had his second trial run of the ADHD meds at school. We gave him a dose yesterday just to make sure it wouldn't upset his stomach - it didn't. He called me a little after 8 and said he thought he was going to throw up. I told him to get his little fanny back to class. I wasn't buying it. Of course, the rest of the day I've been waiting for another phone call. You know the one. You're kid just vomited everywhere and you need to come get him ASAP. Luckily, that didn't happen. He made it through the whole day without getting sick. Now for the really amazing part of the story. After school today my husband received a phone call from the boy's teacher. She wanted us to know how the day went. It went amazing!! She said he was a totally different child and she meant it in a good way. He was focused. During their spelling test he wrote out the word, read it, fixed it if he could. He didn't get a 100%, but he got a smiley face on the paper if that

Today the boys had their first basketball games of the season. I wanted to take the video camera but I forgot to charge the battery. That left me with the digital camera (the one I need to replace because the pictures are getting progressively worse ). Here's the end result from the littlest guy's game... Now I know gym pictures are a bitch. Still, these are pretty rough even when the subjects aren't running around (see picture #2). This is why I've started taking just a wee bit out of each paycheck and setting it aside for a digital SRL. It may take me six months to save up enough, but I'll get there eventually. As a scrapbooker these kind of photos make me crazy. I can't fix this level of blurriness. The sharpen feature in Picasa or even Photoshop can only do so much.