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How Hard It Is

…to do much of anything but lay in a dark room when you have a migraine.

Yesterday was one of those days for me. The bastard woke me an hour and a half before my alarm was to go off at five in the morning, and I could not get myself to fall back to sleep no matter what I tried because on top of this horrendous headache, my shoulder is still killing me. I called in, grabbed an ice pack and took some pills, and collapsed back into bed….and with exception to the couple of hours of sleep I got at that time, I had no respite for the rest of the day. I think it finally dissipated around five in the evening, and as I type this four hours later, it’s threatening to come back, so I’ll have to make this quick and get off the computer because the internet is too bright today. Sitting in the living room where it is entirely too goddamn bright was difficult.

I don’t know about you, but when this headache hits me, I can’t write. I can’t do much of anything, to be honest.

And that pisses me off because if I’m not at my J-O-B, then I want to be working at home…because that’s what I do. And that work can be anything from editing to formatting a book to writing one of my own to accounting (gag). So when I lose an entire day, it rips me up inside and I feel guilty for not getting any work done even though I KNOW it’s not fucking possible when I can’t even look at the screen.

Right now, I feel guilty for not working on the shiny new story I started a few days ago and have been researching relentlessly because I’m super excited about this one. I haven’t been this excited about a story idea in a very long time.

And I shouldn’t feel guilty. In fact, I’m supposed to be writing these daily affirmations–doc’s orders–because I’ve been feeling a tad overwhelmed lately (go figure). But I haven’t really been writing them down. That needs to change.

So here’s today’s: I’m grateful I have a job that provides me with sick time for terrible days like this.

Yeah, I suck at this. I’ll get better.

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Conversations with Pasha

…who is the reason for my latest addiction.

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A couple of weeks back, Pasha brought over four Assassin’s Creed games. Four. Because, you know, I have time to play video games amidst all that I do. Usually, I’ll game for an entire day and then it’ll be six months or so before I do it again. This past Friday after work marked the beginning of my 4-day weekend, where I planned to get some work in but mostly try to relax, since I don’t get to do that much these days. Oh yes, you know where this is going. Because I started playing Assassin’s Creed II prior to this weekend. It’s my understanding that the first game in the series isn’t worth the trouble, but he brought the next four.

I’m addicted.

I want to be there. In Italy. In 1478.

Don’t believe me? Read this review.

On a side note, who knew the game was all Matrix-y? I didn’t! Even better! And damn, I could possibly learn Italian while playing this game, there’s enough spoken. Even betterer!

At any rate, I left work on Friday and thus began a conversation that has lasted all weekend, and I’ll be surprised if he survives the next time my mother sees him.

Conversations with Pasha: a mother/”son” discussion

ME: *runs off to play video games*

PASHA: New assassin game comes out the 11th!!! And Inquisition (Dragon Age) on the 16th!!!

ME: How do you kill without being detected?

PASHA: Poison I think?

ME: That’s what I thought but how do I just knick him? Oh wait, I just have to walk by, huh?

PASHA: Yeah. You walk by and knick him. It won’t alert anyone.

ME: Fuck yes! FINALLY!!! Now I’m trying to kill 10 heavily armed guards in 1 minute. I can get 9 before time runs out. Ugh. *next day* I finally got it late last night. Those fuckers are damn difficult to kill!

PASHA: Do you have smoke bombs? Those should make it way easier… Also double kills…with smoke

ME: I do not have smoke bombs! Where do I get those?!!!

PASHA: They’re part of the story…I think…

ME: I must not have unlocked that part yet. I’ll get there. I have 3 seals so far and need 12 more codex pages. Oh! The scorpion looking glowy thingy….it says “Their power will CUT down their enemies.” Or something like that. I am at a loss as to which images are the correct ones. I tried myth and real and every other combo. I may need to Google each one to figure this out. LOL

PASHA: They’re definitely part of the storyline…you’ll get there. :)

ME: Umi even tried to help me with the last one and she couldn’t figure it out. LOL

PASHA: She might be able to tell you if they’re historically accurate….I mean she was there, right??? ;)

ME: Oh, she’s going to kill you. LOL

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Brave boy, this one is.

In my defense on that puzzle mentioned above, it was nearly 3am and I hadn’t gotten back to solving it by the end of this conversation, but I will. Oh yes I will. Actually, I’ll totally cheat on this. *grins*

LATER: It actually stated “The power they wielded CUT down their enemies” and I found a Glyph Puzzle cheat because I am not beneath cheating a game when they make a puzzle like that so goddamn difficult. The correct answers don’t even make sense!

And I finally got the smoke bombs! Now to kill off five conspirators without being detected, which is a helluva lot more fucking difficult than it sounds…apparently.

 

What. The. F*%@?

…because it’s been that kind of week.

It’s the fifth day of NaNoWriMo, and have I started anything yet? No. Why? Because the shiny new idea just came to me two nights ago. I’m not worried, though, because I’d started Nemesis on November 15th, 2008 because I’d forgotten NaNoWriMo had started. While I may not have completed Nemesis in 30 days, I did finish the zero draft in two and a half months. Not bad.

At any rate, I’m sorting out this story so I can get busy. I figure I’ll start on November 15th again. Hey, it worked out pretty well the last time! ;)

In case you need any inspiration to get writing, here’s Ten…

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Choices

Be sure you make the correct ones…

Ignorance is a Choice

A Griffin Scorned & A Kindle Fire?

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My publishing company Just Ink Press has a pretty spectacular giveaway happening right now and it lasts through the 25th of October!

Veronica R. Calisto‘s debut novel A Griffin Scorned will amaze and dazzle you. If you’ve already read it, we’d love to hear from you! We appreciate our readers and hope you continue to enjoy the quality reads we put out.

Kindle FireWe have exciting news! The Kindle Book Review’s next Kindle Fire Giveaway runs Oct 12-25. The FALL BREAK KINDLE FIRE GIVEAWAY, co-sponsored with Just Ink Press and Veronica R Calisto, is promising to be an exciting event! Anthony at Digital Book Today will also throw in 4 – $50 Amazon gift cards, making this an almost $400 giveaway. Are you excited yet? Getting pumped up? We’re talking a Kindle Fire HD! And gift cards. Fifty dollar gift cards.

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The real act here is Veronica. A Griffin Scorned is brilliantly written and will keep you turning pages. What better way to read it than on your own new Kindle Fire? Keep watching this space as we bring you news and updates as the event unfolds.

We are looking to promote this extensively, and hope you’ll join us. Details will follow as we get moving in this exciting giveaway, including how to enter. We want our followers to get as many chances to win as possible. What’s a better way to spend October than reading about griffins and entering giveaways? Imagine the books and candy you can buy with 50 bucks.

AGS_200x300If you’ve read A Griffin Scorned, then you know what a spectacular read you have been treated to. Tell your friends and family, and tell Veronica. Writers love to hear from their readers, and she’s no different. Go on, leave a review!

We’ll continue our look at Veronica and A Griffin Scorned as she helps host this wonderful party. Are you ready?

Visit the Kindle Book Review website to enter the giveaway or enter below, and GOOD LUCK!!!

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Now, if you’d be so inclined as to share this post or the Just Ink Press post as much as you can across your social media, this could be a great giveaway!

Thanks!

Happy Semi-Anniversary

…because this is a decent milestone for me.

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Six months ago I quit smoking.

Let me rephrase that…

I. QUIT. SMOKING.

*breathes in all the air*

I passed the test in Vegas too, because walking through the casinos, where you can still smoke, was absolutely disgusting.

Go me!

*throws confetti*

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Hello, Sin City

…because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?

Unless you are with a writer like me, I always say. *grins*

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I’d been looking forward to this mini-vacay for weeks, since June, actually, and suffice it to say, the week right before my trip sucked balls. I needed this getaway because while I’ve traveled a bit here and there, I’m always working when I do the comic cons, and as fun as that is and as awesome as it is to hang out with the folks I have the privilege to hang out with, it ain’t no damn vacation. A vacation is where I don’t have to lift a damn finger to do anything other than the basic necessities. I long to sit on a beach with a book to read or a notebook to write a book in, but until I get my ass in shape (posts on that soon) I’d feel like a beached whale, so that’s nixed for now. Also? I need to save up vacation time and money. Hey, it might all come together at once.

Snoopy picked me up early that Friday morning in her new little Scion (now I want one) and we were off to pick up Bat Girl and meet our fourth comrade at the airport. Not Sky Harbor, mind you, but this tiny little used-to-be-an-air-force-base airport way out on the east side of the valley. Now, I already live in the east valley, so if I’m complaining about how fucking far this mini-airport is, you know it’s a good clip. But hey, I didn’t have to drive and I wanted to fly up there with my friends instead of meeting them there! It still would have been cheaper to drive.

We arrived at the airport and headed for the bar. It’s nine in the morning, but who gives a shit? Bat Girl ordered a Cape Cod, which everyone here calls a vodka and cranberry, but whatever. All Snoopy and I wanted was a Pepsi…

*crickets*

Never mind.

(*hint: we’d get suicidal without one)

Oh. Em. Gee. People! Listen to some music!

*ahem*

Anyway, we nearly missed our flight, along with half the passengers because we were all in the bar, Snoopy almost lost it boarding the plane because she gets vertigo real bad, and we boarded using this rickety staircase leading to a small airplane that once boarded, sat on the tarmac in the HEAT for 45 minutes without any air on AND I WILL NEVER FLY ALLEGIANT AGAIN!

*clears throat*

Sorry.

That was, however, the shortest damn flight I have ever been on in my life, and it’s been so long since I flew to Vegas (I was 19 last time) that I didn’t remember how short that flight was. I usually drive. Anyway, we landed and headed to baggage claim for my bag (I was the only one to check a bag–more on that another time) and a taxi. Oh, just let me show you the taxi line….

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One end…behind me

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The other end…in front of me

 

Luckily, it moved fast and soon, we were told to go here…

Lucky 13Oh, lucky 13. Please be the forebear of good fortune. And then we were swept away by a cabbie and taken to the first of two hotels.

Snoopy and I stayed at a friend’s suite at the MGM Towers, where a bunch of celebrities were apparently staying because there was a fucking iHeart radio concert that weekend and we had no idea. But who cares because Snoopy and I have this in the bathroom next to the goddamn toilet…

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That’s right, we could call someone while taking a shit. How spectacularly awesome is that? I know most fellas think it’s great. No, I didn’t do that, but I was so tempted.

We had a great view from our room, though.

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Here’s where Bat Girl and Poker Face stayed…

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I don’t know if you realize this, but those two hotels aren’t really walking distance from one another. Snoopy and I found out just how far, even with the monorail, by the end of the first night as our legs protested. Ow!

Viva Las Vegas

…and then my phone decided to not just die, but have a complete meltdown hard drive failure by frying itself.

Friday late afternoon/early evening, Snoopy and I met the others near their hotel, and we started the first of many long walks that would have my feet and legs screaming and begging me to stop. Between Paris and Bally’s, there’s this beautiful stained glass ceiling, and this is the last photo I took before my phone had a meltdown…

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Yes, I photobombed my own photo. And then I photobombed Bat Girl’s…

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Snoopy and I were on our own part of Saturday before the concert, and we found pretzel dogs, because y’know, those are so on my diet plan.

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But let’s show the concert via Snoopy’s photos…

Ladies and gentlemen, the Cosmopolitan welcomes Thirty Seconds to Mars

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(my blog, for whatever fucked up reason, will not allow me to place photos side-by-side right now, so I apologize for the non-aesthetic views, although, Jared looking like Jesus while wearing a crown and dropping F-bombs in the rain is pretty goddamn amazing)

Yes, those are incredibly large drops of rain in the last image that started about an hour into the show (I thought it was shorter because I was still standing), which cancelled the show, but it was fun, other than mine and Snoopy’s fears of the fucking floor dropping out from under us from the idiots jumping up and down. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WE’RE ON THE THIRD FUCKING FLOOR OF A HIGH-RISE!

ACK! o.O

The beauty of Snoopy’s vertigo was that we were able to move around the crowds because we’d just grab security and say, “Hey, she canNOT go down those stairs, unless you want her passing out and taking a tumble.” Okay, we didn’t exactly say that, but it was essentially implied, and they were nice enough to show us through the inner workings of the hotel to an elevator. Thank you, Cosmo. You done good there.

Leaving Las Vegas

…and so very happy to do so.

1200 flip-flopsSunday was a kind of lazy day and my legs were feeling a bit better. We ended up walking a million fucking miles that day too, and discovered that there really is such a thing as a $1200 pair of flip-flops.

I bet you’re just as shocked as we were.

Forecast signSaw this awesome sign on the way out, of course, so I made Bat Girl take a picture since I couldn’t.

 

At the airport, there was a guy sitting nearby and he kept staring over at us. I was trying to figure out why without coming right out and saying, “Hey fucker, why you staring?” At first, it didn’t bother me, but then it started giving the creepy vibe and I was all, “I’m outta here” when the girls could finally board (I always get priority, but waited with them because I had an aisle seat).

And my travelmates were gambling…at the airport…or all checking their phones. I was so jealous.

Is it time to board yet???

Jinxie has left the state of Nevada! But don’t worry, she’ll be back…in a few or so years.

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…for a friend because she seems to like the blue guys.

Again, though work has slowed a bit, I’ve got so much going on that I hardly have time to think let alone write a full-fledged post, but I am working on one. So this is for my friend of 30 years because she has a thing for this guy and the last one I posted. Notably, they’ve both played blue characters, and I’m not talking Smurfs.

So there’s this…

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And this…

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And finally this….

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You’re welcome.

Busy Bee…

…and I’m not in your bonnet.

I’m super busy today and trying to get my past-due Vegas post finished for you, but I can’t because this damn phone keeps ringing (I know! How dare these people make me work), so here’s an image that I found on Pinterest of Tom Hiddleston for you to drool over….

HiddlestonYou’re welcome. ;)

STFU and Listen

…because nothing is so important that you can’t do this and life is too damn short.

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A few weeks ago as I sorted through my email and Facebook notifications, which can sometimes take me a couple of hours if work has been busy as fuck like it’s been for several weeks, a message popped up from an old high school friend. All it said was one little word, “Hey.” I knew from my Facebook newsfeed and whatnot that some serious shit was going down with this person, so my intrigue piqued a little because outside of a conversation ON their page, we haven’t really spoken much since high school. I replied with a general, “What’s up?” knowing the potential outcome. I could have ignored it, but I had a feeling in my gut. Well, they told me….

Now, as most of you know, I always, ALWAYS have shit to do. I’m always working on something. I’m always busy. But, I will always make time for a friend in need when they reach out to me. This was one of those times when I stared at the “Hey” and thought, “I need to talk to this person.” That nothing was more important than talking to this person RIGHT NOW. That all the other shit can wait because this person needed someone to talk to.

I’m a Gemini, and one thing about me is that people tend to just sort of start talking to me, even if they don’t know me. I’m easy to talk to….and I listen. If we’re face-to-face, it might not look like I’m listening, though, because I have ADD and my eyes have to wander the multitude of distractions. I’m also brutally honest. Some folks don’t like that, but if you don’t want to hear the truth, I’m not the person you need to talk to.

During the conversation, I was trying like hell to get a smile or laugh, to cheer them up without dismissing the situation. I finally got it with this:

ME: You’ll be fine. You know why?

THEM: no

ME: Because scooter boys are tough, and if you can survive riding a scooter in your teens without getting creamed by a vehicle, you can survive anything.

It worked.

At any rate, we talked for a couple of hours. We met for coffee later on and I had them speak with my psychic aunt while I was in Vegas this past weekend. I’m worried about this person who is facing a very serious surgery tomorrow, one that they might not wake up from; one they’d lost a parent to, so imagine the spectacular level of freaked the fuck out now. I’d be there too.

I can’t predict life and death. It’s not who I am nor is it my job. I also can’t ask those who can because I’m not sure I want to know the end result of this even though I know my own.

What I can do is ask you, dearest reader, to pray to whatever gods you worship for this person’s life. Pray they survive this mandatory surgery, that they can see their grandchild grow up. Pray that the negativity surrounding this person dissipates; that those who have harmed in the past stay in the past. I’ve known this person for 30 years; we’re the same age. That’s too fucking young. I’ve already lost one high school friend to cancer; I really don’t want to lose another friend to a heart condition that can be corrected by this surgery.

Thanks in advance. You’re good people and I know you’ll at least give them a positive thought.

And if you ever find yourself on the receiving end of “hey,” please stop and listen.

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