Well I'm getting ready to head to bed; tomorrow is my first day on the job. I’ll be up bright and early at 6AM!! Spent the last few days mostly with Jason and trying to get some stuff finished around the house I've been meaning to do. Looked over chapter ten some more; wrote a bit for the change, but I'm still messing with it. I don't want this to come off as me playing the 'but its fantasy’ card, or as I like to call it, vampire sperm. I'm also still working on my Kennan/Jack fic - it just keeps getting longer... I'm having issues with the opening scene (I think I've redone it five or six times) but once I'm happy with it I will make a post.
You know, I don't usually use my lj for rants...in fact I don't think I ever have, but I just had to get this off my chest so I could get some damn sleep.( Idiots that think it's a god idea to breed their dog... )
If you read all that, give yourself a cookie.
You know, sometimes I have some freaky ass dreams and last night was one of them. I hate snakes like
Man, I'm turning into a wuss...it's 9:30 and I'm ready to fall asleep I'm so tired. I've spent the day with my mom and Liz, had a blast at the zoo and playing Risk. I’ve only just got home and its time for me to fall into bed.
I was way excited because we went to the zoo to see a baby giraffe and snow leopard cub...and I got a surprise bonus - tiger cubs!! They hadn't announced them, and just put them out today...I'm sure you can guess how psyched I was. One of my first purchases after I start working is going to be a year pass to the zoo because I'm going to be going up there a lot!
Skimble, I started to reply to your messages, but I feel really unqualified to do so tonight. I promise I’ll get back to you tomorrow, and I’ll see what I can do to post something new for you to read, too.
So I went down to get my badge for my new job today, and found out some more about the benefits I'll be getting - good insurance!! I'm so psyched, I haven't had insurance with a copay since I still lived at home...
Afterward I came home and settled down to do some work, I want to get the Swiss Mountain Dogs written up today before digging back into TE some more. I've also got a piece that pertains to Xvander I'm itching to get out. Well, I sat down, and the thing about working on Worldly Dogs is I need a lot of room for my books, but I've been dealing with the space I have for the last few days. Today I decided it was time to clean my desk, which is always cluttered because I've got bits of paper and print outs everywhere. No joke, I found five, five! different notebooks.
Most of it pertained to TE, some to Worldly Dogs, and I made another stack, not quite as large as the one for my own book that involves Vay, Sorano, Kalle (I'm ashamed to say I had completely forgotten him!) and all the rest of Skimble's characters. That's right, Skimble, they're taking over! I'm not complaining though, and now my desk is relatively clean and organized. Jason will be shocked when he wakes up...
I'm off to get some more work done. I managed to write up pages for all three Schnauzers yesterday (Standard, Giant, and Miniature), the Papillon/Phalene, and the Miniature Pinscher. Let’s see if I can get another five finished today…I've only got ten more days until I start work, and lots to get do!!
I didn't get anything written today, but I did go on a four or five mile bike ride with my mom that kicked my butt. I haven't been working out since the move and I can sure feel it. I did get some more research done for the site though, so I'll be posting new stuff for it probably tomorrow.
So I've been spending the last couple days working on my website, which is what I get for going to the bookstore and finding another dog book. I'm not really complaining. I started Worldly Dogs when I used to work for a company that taught people how to build their own websites and it was a requirement for employees to have one. Now it's really become a hobby of mine that I can go months without working on, but once I start - look out! I love mixed breeds, and when the (horrid) day comes for me to get a new dog it will be another mutt, but the history of the individual breeds fascinates me. I added three new breeds in the last two days, the Boxer, Bullmastiff, and Irish Wolfhound.
( Cut for usless wolfhound trivia... )
I'm still trying to tie up Kennan's crackfic and I've started a bit on the new rewrite. I always get less done when Jason has his days off, but that's a good thing! :)
I thought it was time to post an update, as it's been just about forever since I've really posted anything on here. Some days life is just a struggle, and it has been for me a lot lately, but I think I'm finally starting to pull out of it. Nothing is really fixed or changed, it's just that I'm resolved to the fact that I can only do what I can do, and focus on the things that I do have the power to change. So as I continue to fight to find work and worry over where exactly we are going to move to by October, I'm trying to swing a big part of my focus back to my writing, where it should be. When I write I'm happier with life, even when it isn't going so great.( TE and other ramblings )
Look, peer pressure!!
5th Sentence Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your entry.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual.
Use the CLOSEST.
Let's see, the closest book I've got in front of me is Queen's Own, a trilogy by Mercedes Lackey. I'm also wondering why it's on my desk, because I don't remember putting it there.
"And there,” Elcarth said with satisfaction, "Is just the person I was needing."
Also, I saw Half Blood Prince today. Normally I would have been there the day it came out, but I wasn't able to go while in
I was presently surprised and overall I have little complaints. HBP was much better than OoTP - when it came out I was practically rabid throughout the whole movie. *Spoilers* I suppose, if you continue, but not much.
( Half Blood Prince )
Things really aren't picking up for me over here. I have projects coming out of my ears and I'm getting nowhere with them. It isn't exactly writer's block, I've got plenty of ideas, but once I try to get them down on paper nothing wants to come out and what does is a big mess of ramblings. Worse, I don't even have the motivation to work on anything.
I haven't written much of anything in days, things still aren't picking up for me. I did manage to write a piece with Gerrod I was somewhat happy with, but I don't plan on posting it until I get a bit more done.
This is, well, drabble mostly. I was on my way home and the song 'I Think His Name Was John' by Reba came on. I started thinking how sad it was for a woman to waste her life away pining for some guy she didn't even know, and came up with this. I couldn't turn it off and thought, what the hell, I'm not getting anything else done anyway. It's short, unedited, and complete. Enjoy it if you can!
I'm now off to see if I can get something else productive done.
I’ve been feeling a bit out of it the last couple days and I’m hoping taking the time to just write it out will help me start things fresh tomorrow. I think part of the problem is I’ve just got so many damn projects going at once and the other part is I haven’t really had the urge to work on the next chapter of TE.
With TE the biggest problem I’m facing is how to go into the next chapter. I’ve tried a couple different angles and I’m just not happy with either of them. It’s frustrating me and I just keep putting it on the back burner even though I don’t really want to. This is the one that makes the story turn, the one that I feel like I need to just get done and things will start to flow so much better. The second half is already written, but the beginning, ugh. *head desk* I can’t even blame Cassandra for this one.
When I started with the rewrite things were going so much easier, but I have to remind myself that most of it had already been redone two or three times previously. Now I’ve branched off into a territory where what was there originally was crap and filler. I’m trying to make it interesting, say what I need to and get out so that we can move on.
Yesterday I was able to at least get somewhere with Frayed Bonds, but today I got out of the house (which was great) and managed to blow the rest of the night when I got home. I accomplished nothing today, absolutely nothing. Things have got to pick up soon, I haven’t even looked at Jack/Shawn in over a week and they normally cheer me…
Well despite the fact that I haven't posted anything new in a few days I've been plugging away in Rajala like mad. Chapter twelve is *very* close to being ready to post, I'm just still playing around with the ending for it. I had to write out my outline again, as I detoured a bit with eleven and twelve by switching the POV for them. This meant I had to decided how I was going to do the next chapter as it was going to be
I've been trying to finally settle on the magical aspects of Rajala, going over stuff I already had and researching some more. There are a few things I've been trying to weigh and decide how I want to go about them. I don't want to write myself into a corner with them, but once I make the decision they are a bit permanent. I find I do a *lot* of thinking lately.
Jason's still sick and it's been pretty bad. He's missed work, but so far I've avoided catching it and he is starting to feel a bit better.
Zephyr was playing with one of Kuzco's feathers today and prompted a mini photo shoot, so I took the time to post them over on my deviantart and respond to some messages over there. With all the work I've been doing it had been a while since I was on, I've got some 100+ deviations to go through one of these days, but like everything else it's just going to have to wait.
I'm also trying to not remind myself that the MLP fair is this weekend. I swore to myself last year that I would be going this year...but yeah, broke. It didn't bother me so much when it was clear over in RI last time, but Vegas is only about a six hour drive from my house...More than anything I'd just like to get the chance to meet so many people from the arena and see those that I had at my Colorado meet last year.
Yay, pet pics!!
Pups first -
This is Miley, my terrier mix. She's the oldest of our dogs, she'll be 12 in July. My total baby, she follows me around everywhere, even though she can't see anymore. Poor thing lost her eye due to an injury a few years ago and then lost sight in the other right after I broke my ankle last year. The cutest thing she does is sit up on her hind legs and "beg", I didn't teach her that, but it's the only trick she knows. She also really likes MLP, I'm not joking....
This is Sprite, our American Eskimo. He's a daddy's boy that loves to go, go, go. He's getting up there in years now, too, around 10-11. We adopted him from the pound so I really don't know his age. Note the red dirt covering his body in the picture. He had just gotten back from the groomers and decided it was time to get dirty again. He loves it when we are camping, hiking, or boating, his new thing is to ride on the front of the kayak with Jason.
Here's Ari, our JRT, she's a bit of a tubby, enough so that her nickname is Piggy. She is the biggest character of our bunch, and the youngest at about 8 years. She was headed to the pound (notice a trend here) because her owners could no longer keep her. She was 'illbred' as the vet calls it, her legs actually don't bend very well - and she can't jump, which is really crazy for a Jack. She can also be very noisy, when I come home she likes to and makes these bark/howls, which I call her 'woes'. I could swear she is trying to tell you how horrible her day was because you left her behind.
Onto my kitties -
This is Savil, who we found in a park in the mountains when she was about four months old and Jason and I were first married. She's a little slow, shall we say, clearly not 'all there'. When we found her she had already been spayed and the fur had grown back on her belly. The vet thinks it may have been a botched operation, her back legs are a little bowed and she walks funny. She's highly independent, but enjoys the company of other cats, if there aren't any others in the household she seems to go into a depression. Which brings us to Cassie...
Her eyes are a little funky in this pic, but I thought you would enjoy the books. Dean Koontz is one of Jason's favorite authors. Cassie is the only one of our dog/cats that we made a concious decision to add to our household. We had lost my beloved male cat, Vanyel - which is another story all together - and he had been Savil's "baby". A friend of mine had a cat that recently had kittens after we lost him, and although I wasn't ready for a new one Savil had become so withdrawn that I felt the need to do something, that something worked, and she is very close with Cassie. For a cat that I didn't want she wormed her way right into my heart...Between her, Miley, and Ari, I've always got company in bed, even if Jason isn't home. She loves the dogs and does this cute little 'merow' when you call her name and then comes running.
This is Phil, he's my sister's cat, but as we are house sitting for her though the summer he's staying with us. He has the most georgous marble markings on his sides. He and Cassie are 'adjusting', it's a slow process...
And last, the feathered ones -
This is Kuzco, another daddy's boy. Because of the abuse before we got him he has never really came out of his shell. He lets both of us pet him, but he's very nervous around strangers and doesn't like to be taken out of his cage. He'll come and go on his own terms, and love to be petted, just from the sanctuary of his (huge) cage. Kuzco does like to lift his crest when he's happy and lets out a sound that is close to a hiss and bobs his head, it's pretty cute.
And Zephyr, who I rattled on about last night. He loves to play, and has this habbit of climbing into his food bag when it's feeding time, highly supervized, of course. I was trying to teach him 'Mama', but I'm thinking his next words needs to be boy band instead...
On Saturday we went clubbing, which was the first time I've ever really went other then when we went to a dance/bar in Texas with my older sisters. For the record, I've been 21 for longer than I'd like to admit, but yeah, never really had the desire for the party scene. Mike and Jared's time was limited, though, and I really wanted to spend as much of it with them as possible. Jason had to work, so I dragged my friend Liz with me and we met them downtown.
This place was packed, four stories, and we had to wait around 45 minutes just to get inside. Females were outnumbered at least 40:1, and I am not kidding. I loved it though, because there wasn't a straight man in the place. I always have this fear of men getting drunk and hitting on me - not that I generally have to worry about getting hit on.
We had a ton of fun, and also was reminded of what a small world this is. I have known Liz, Mike, and Jared for a very long time, but Liz had never met them before because they live in southern Utah and I've known her since high school. So here is the crazy thing, when Mike told me he was coming up he was all excited because he was going to see this couple he hasn't seen in years, Sally and Dani. He mentions them in passing last night, and Liz is like - who? Turns out, Sally is her sister-in-law. Small world, huh? I got the chance to meet both Sally and Dani this morning at breakfast this morning, and they seem really great. So now I have new friends to hang out with my old friends!
I did spend some time tonight working on my chapters, but it is a slow process. A lot is happening, I'm trying to piece it all together and make it flow right. At this point it looks like I'm going to be writing about 5 chapters before I will be able to settle on any type of finalization with them.
I actually sat down yesterday and wrote, gasp, an outline. I don't generally do that, as I tend to piece everything together when the time comes, but it needed to be done. Things are going along about where I had them figured, so that was good. I've been working through the next 5-6 chapters, just a rough draft, as there are some parts that I am unsure which POV I'm going to put them in. Once I've got the main chunk of them written I'll go back and edit chapter ten so that it will be ready for posting.
On another completely unrelated note, Jason has found another job. He's now doing security and spa work, and working his butt off. I feel so bad, especially when I'm still struggling to find anything. *sigh* All I can do is what I can do, and I just keep plugging along. I always wanted to stay home and write, but this isn't exactly how I had it figured.
A little bit of background, my maternal grandmother is going to be 91 years old in a week, and her line is the one I've been trying to research. Her mother died giving birth to her brother (who survived) when she was only 18 months old. Shortly after they were both taken in by different families (although she was never adopted) and her father disappeared. The rumor she was told was that he left for California and started another family there.
I started out my search just trying to confirm who her parents were, all she could tell me was they were Verna Peterson and John Charges. Try a google search sometime with names like that and see what you come up with, lol!! Eventually I was able to track down the Peterson family and found out that John was from Greece. I have found no less than half a dozen spellings of his last name, all of them somewhat near to Chiazes. I've even had a Greek specialist help me, and apparently the name is uncommon all around, so for now I'm at a bit of a dead end with his line. Not that I've given up.
It is the Petersons, though, that drive me mad. Their story is one that is just dying to be told, and the more documents I find the more that it plagues me because I have this need to know what happened to them. I think it was the 1910 census that made this need surface, when I found their family on the same page as my grandfather, who was only a baby at the time. Imagine, he was right there listed beside my great-grandmother!!
So in 1910 John and Alette Pedersen (I've seen both Pedersen and Peterson documents, but I am almost certain they were Pedersens to begin with) had 7 children, ranging from the ages of 16 and 5. According to the census Alette had given birth to only these 7, which I think is amazing back then to have lost none of them in infancy.
After finding that census things started to fall together, and I tried to find the family again in the 1920s, which is also the year when my great-grandmother died, but it seemed as if the entire family had simply vanished. So I started searching death records. It turned out John tied shortly after the census was taken, in September of 1910. The thought of Alette with all those children tore at me, trying to continue alone when she had only been a homemaker before her husband's death. I should also mention that both John and Alette had been emigrants from Norway, and from all the records I've found it looks as if they had no family here in Utah.
I became obsessed at this point to find information on the oldest son, Carl. Certainly he would have to step into his father's shoes after his death, all the other children between him and the youngest were girls. Try as I might I could find nothing on him. So I moved onto the other children.
I found my great-grandmother's death certificate, Verna. She was buried here in the Salt Lake valley, and I had the pleasure of taking my mother and grandmother to her grave. It was unmarked, and my grandma cried when she was able to finally know where she was. She purchased her a gravestone, and was able to have it put on before Memorial Day.
It turned out that the Pederson family had an actual family plot there, with 10 members. Imagine my excitement when I found John and Alette's grave, Verna's, two of her sisters, and her youngest brother were also there. Too my surprise one of the sisters had died the same year my grandmother was born. I couldn't imagine having to bury two of my children within 18 months of each other. So I had four of the seven children found, but still nothing of Carl's and he kept gnawing at me.
I put everything on the back burner, went on my family trip last month, and came home and devoted my time to TE. Then I went back to the family history library two days ago. Someone suggested I look up Utah marriage indexes on slides, not the computer, and I found two more of the missing sisters. Carl eluded me again.
Then, with some bizarre streak of luck I was trying to find guardianship papers of my grandmother, even though she hadn't been adopted, I thought it was a start. Imagine my surprise when I found guardianship papers of the youngest son in 1918, 8 years after his father's death - papers to make his mother his guardian. Some six months before I was able to also find an estate taken to probate court for Carl. I still can't find his death certificate....I can only assume that the two brothers had been in residence together before his death.
So there is the very long background. I keep going back to 1910...When John died, where did the family live? I know by 1920 Alette was listed as a servant in another household with her youngest son also in residence. Those ten years drive me crazy...Verna, Mabel, AND Carl died in a span of 2-3 years (as I have not been able to obtain exactly when Carl died). And why, if Carl died so close to his sisters, is he not in the family plot?? I thought he may have died in WWI, but I cannot find a draft card for him, or any proof that he was a casualty. I keep digging, and every piece hopefully will bring me closer to answers.
Cookies, BTW, to anyone that actually read this madness!!!
ETA - I cannot believe how long that was after I posted it!! Double cookies...