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I wish I could write as fast as I can sew.
Gloomy Monday. The world is dark and dingy. I usually love dark weather, especially when it gets all ominous with rain, and beats down on the tin roof, but this has a filthiness to it, when you go outside you feel hot and even a little greasy. I want a good, steady rain, not a wash out, something that will heal the dry earth, something I can run outside in.
I was surprised to see that I made this article on Gmail I better back up my blog and mail, if this keeps up, Gmail might ban me! 
But I’m glad that the article is getting so much attention.
I managed to get a good deal done on the dress. I need to hem it, do some trim, but mostly we can call her finished. I need to start cutting the next one, my projects are: one more medieval dress, one wench outfit, one regency gown, one cloak, one Spencer jacket. I think I have everything except for a cloak clasp, and I’m tempted to wait until the Renaissance Faire to see if anyone has one. I have some other projects, like a chemise and some drop front breeches, maybe even a shirt to go with the jacket I made, but those are sort of hazy. I watched a bit of Kenneth Branaugh’s Hamlet last night because the evil PBS station decided to play pledge drive stuff rather than the last Miss Marple. It was the one I was looking forward to the most, of course. It was an odd night. I was actually feeling sociable but no one was online. I enjoy Kenneth’s take on Hamlet…he plays up the romance between Ophelia and Hamlet nicely, so it seems like he really did care for her. (In High School, I was not convinced this was so.) So, yeah, liking that quite a bit, and it’s fun to sew during.
Now I’m home. Something died up on the hill, and I went to look for it, but couldn’t find it. The smell of festering death has settled over and in the house, but fortunately the air conditioners seem to make the smell go away. Since it’s a hot day, it’s just as well.
When I came home, bed was calling me. In fact, I’d still love to lay down and close my eyes. I seem to be drawn to nap a lot lately, though I rarely give in to it. The bed whispers to me of crisp, cool sheets, of velvety soft blankets. It talks to me about my body pillow, satin on one side, velvet on the other. It seems to reach up and shake the embroidered pillow cases into place, as if trying to fluff them, making them seem oh so inviting. Recently, it seems as if I would sleep away my life if I could. I get pretty aggravated with myself over the matter, I call myself lazy, I tell myself that I am not working hard enough towards my goals.
Of course, we can all be nice and say that I’m dealing with so much right now. I think a lot of my trouble is stress, stress and…stress. But I need to try to do something every single day to make life better.
But right now, I’m freezing to death and so I think I’ll wrap up and read. Stephanie Plum has an Uncle to find.
Add comment August 6, 2007
It’s not Monday. Why does it feel like Monday?
Gmail got back to me and told me they couldn’t confirm the account was mine, and have disabled it for my protection. Baloney. Anyone ever heard of a little thing called an ip address? Mine at work and home are static. Why not compare the records of who logs into the gmail account over the past two, three weeks with the ip address of the person who emails them kindly, pleading letters? Case closed.
I just think they are understaffed, over worked, and therefore don’t care.
Or don’t care, period. (But I am trying to be nice. After all, it’s all about the theory i live my life by, the theory of “we all just want to go home”. That’s it. We get up, we go to work, where, even if we love our job, we don’t maybe really want to HAVE to be at, and we spend our days getting our job done so we can go home. Anyone who interrupts this process by making our lives harder, whether through adding more work or just not being nice, becomes sort of an enemy. They disrupt the flow and make the day seem longer, and, in a way, keep us from our goal of going home. That’s why I am, in general, a calm person. Understanding that it’s not really personal makes like easier to deal with.)
I have decided to give them until Wednesday to answer my latest pleas, and if they don’t, I will write a full, reasoned report about the whole thing, including whatever emails i have, and post it here, and wherever else i can. It’s not because I’m a vindictive critter and want to “get” the man, it’s because this is wrong. It’s because anyone of my other friends who use gmail might get similarly hurt. I am going to change back to my previous address, and use my emails that came with my website. So, Gabby will ride again…just as an apenandfire girl. I was seriously considering keeping my own account. After all, Gmail really is a wonderful service…but I feel like I can’t, because of the way they’ve treated me. I can’t stand the idea of continuing to support them.
If you are using Gmail, I would suggest backing up your Gmail, or exporting your contacts to another program. You can back it up by using a mail client like thunderbird, but it’ll take up a gig of space, so that might not be so hot. Though you could always save the emails to a cd or dvd, delete them, delete everything so you don’t keep downloading it…
At work, I get hundreds of emails from greeting card places. They are a scam, if you click on the link, they download a virus that logs your keystrokes for passwords. I wonder if i accidentally clicked on one? I mean, I’m smarter than that, i knew right away they were fakes…even though they seem to come from places like Blue Mountain and Hallmark. The giveaway, of course, was that it said “You have received a greeting card from a Worshipper”….a worshipper? Me? Never and i hope not. I wonder if I did it, when I was busy, by accident or something. The spammer got my ebay account info somewhere….
But everything else seems fine. Still, it’s scary. I’m going to be a bit gun shy for awhile.
Add comment July 25, 2007
Random Post, but then, aren’t all my posts random?
I wish I would wake up. Ugh. I’ve gotten to the point where I do not have to be fully functional to get out of bed, clothe myself and fix my hair, get into the car, and get to work, which means that right now I’m sitting at my desk, with one eye trying to close.
I am also slightly cold, which should help, but it’s not. *eyes heater, even though it’s July*
Yesterday’s chat went well, but it was different from other chats I’ve been to. Others were focusing on how to get published/how to publicize/how to write, but this was sort of laid back. We talked about what we want to write (Zombies, anyone?) that werewolves were something everyone was sick of (Great, the book I wrote 7 years ago, by the time it hits print, will no longer be salable. Yippee.) and that kids are good.
God. Did I really write Balancing Act 7 years ago? That means Blue Moon was written about 6 years ago. Both where contracted in 2004…I know I’ll have to do some technology updating on Balancing Act, when I wrote it Andromeda was using the best technology I knew about. I very much doubt that zip disks are still the thing. Balancing Act is actually, or was, last time I looked, on the 2008-2009 publishing schedule, but I have a feeling that the slot in the schedule it gets has all to do with how well Blue Moon does. I might as well wait until I have my slot assigned to update the book. I wonder, since it was my first, how much work will it need? I imagine there is a lot I will want to do to make it better, but I don’t want to re-write the whole thing…I want to write new things.
A few sips of Constant Comment, and I’m starting to feel a little less draggy. So far today it’s been, “Do a little work”, “Write a little on the LJ entry”. I don’t know why sleep has such a hold over me. Sleep is…nice. I like being snuggled up and comfy and drifting to new worlds.
OK. Let’s make this less pointless. Yes. OK: yesterday I worked on my herb garden a little. I so need to take a picture of it, but parts of it look a little messy. The spearmint (I think, because it didn’t smell much like peppermint) is putting out little purple flowers. The Oregano looks like it’s interested in World Domination, while the rosemary and lavender are a little larger, very healthy looking, but pretty much the same. The Sage is doing fairly well, but the tomatoes, while they have fruit on them, are refusing to turn red. The dahlias are growing a treat, but they keep getting eaten. The really huge one that managed to survive (or the rain didn’t wash the stuff I prayed on it to make it less tasty very well) broke a little, and my mum duck taped it out of desperation. Then it fell over.
*sighs*
I also started cutting cloth. My dress is going to be a soft rose velvet, because that’s the only fabric I have enough of. It should be a really interesting dress because some of the panels will have roses embossed on it, some of the panels will be plain. I will use some of the satin I had for my wedding dress to line the sleeves, so the cream should be pretty.
I am going to make a wench costume, too. I want this fabric to make a wench shirt out of, even though it’s way ott: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ih=008&sspagename=STRK%3AMEWA%3AIT&viewitem=&item=180140635399&rd=1&rd=1. I will use the teal fabric for an over skirt, the black gauze for an under skirt, and some black Chinese brocade for the vest. I don’t know that I want to use that magnificent teal cloth (see an earlier Post for the picture) for an over skirt, but to be honest, it might be beautiful and sheer, but I’m not sure how comfy it will be against skin. It’s sheer enough that I would have to line it. Technically you should always line. Do I? Um…only if I have to.
Well, I started this post an hour ago. I think I’ll close. Hopefully I’ll be able to get in contact with Gmail/Google (I think I might start my attack by asking for help for my Blogger. Maybe they phone support Blogger? Doubt it, but worth a try.) and straighten things out. I keep thinking that it’s going to be alright…I mean, I’ve been through this dance 9though not to this length!) before with other places, and they usually give in to the customer. And I do believe in Google.
Basically, though, this is their last chance. I really want to keep my gabby account. If I get it straightened out, I probably will, since a) this could happen with any email and who’s to say that it will be any easier anywhere else? and b) I really *am* entangled. Note the probably, I haven’t really decided. I am going to investigate my options.
Mmm. I should use my sleepy mood icon more often.
Add comment July 24, 2007
Chat tonight! :)
I am just popping online to do a few very important (for me) things.
One, I want to thank you all for your wonderful congratulations, and for buying the e-stories. This means a lot to me, to start the main part of my writing career with the help and support and cheering section of my marvelous and wonderful friends. I cannot say enough how thankful and blessed I am.
On that note, I’d like to announce that there are now other places where my stories are available to buy, if you don’t like Mobipocket. The best is the Drollerie Press Website, where if you register, you’ll be able to access a shopping cart. The titles are on sale, 50% off, so if you are snagging them, this would be the best time.
Also, tonight, at 9 pm EST, I will be at the Drollerie Press Chatroom with many of my fellow authors. This is my first official appearance as an author, and it might be a neat thing to go just so you can say I did when I’m J.K. Rowling. Just go here and look at the sidebar for a link to the open chatroom. Just a user name…could be anything…is required, no registration is needed. Also, if you are ever considering becoming a published author, networking is always good.
Now, for Mister Potter. I did, indeed, read the book. I finished at 2 am last night…I cried, a lot, and I was mostly happy, except for a couple things I will not relay here.
Oh, and the Gmail thing? Still no joy, there.
Add comment July 23, 2007
