Shallow post: I’m vain. Yes, I know.

glenn5 swung by yesterday for dinner (home baked veggie pot pie and beer bread) and a movie (Gentleman Prefer Blondes) and I realized beforehand that 1. I needed to visit the Kaiser-Permanente leeches to get my bi-monthly blood test and 2. We were out of both fresh mushrooms and tofu. Errands in the morning, yo.

At the grocery store (sporting a lovely new bruise on the inside of my elbow–I didn’t get the nice technician whom I adore, but a rather brusque guy who was fine with the needle entry, but too cavalier with the exit. Ouch.), I saw a hair coloring kit for do-it-yourself highlights. I’ve wanted to try highlights for a while now–something burgundy or a dark copper–but didn’t want to spend what it would cost at a salon to have it done professionally since I didn’t know whether I’d like it enough to make it worth the money. The virtue of hair coloring, if I hate it, I can always go back to black. But it seemed excessive to spend $60-100 on a professional job to decide I hate it, and then go home and color over it. This do-it-yourself concept seemed like a good trial run.

This morning, I don the plastic gloves, shake up the solution (which includes a powder that turns the mixture bright, bright pink so you can see where you’re applying it), and fiddle about with the comb-tool thingy supplied.

Lessons learned:
1a. If your hair is longer than shoulder length, you will get colorant on your shoulders and back.
1b. For long hair, highlights should be applied by a color buddy. Doing it yourself, especially for the back of the head, is awkward and a good way to get bright pink goo on your arms.
2. Previously colored hair doesn’t take highlights as well as new growth.
3. I suck at using the comb-tool thingy.
4. There’s more peroxide in the solution than they’d like you to think, and when applied to hair in an intense glop/strip for a half an hour, is a recipe for damage.

End result: my hair isn’t quite dry yet, so I’m not sure what the final outcome will be like. But from the damp scrutiny I gave it in the mirror, I’m not impressed. The streak I did at my temple seems to have really fried that hair and it’s gone frizzy, even damp. For the majority of the length of my hair, the color didn’t take, while it worked quite well at the roots. Light roots, black hair. Not exactly the look I was going for.

I’m going to apply some silicone treatment to minimize the appearance of the damage after it’s dry, and perhaps change my part around a bit to see if that will conceal better the overabundant lightness at the roots. But otherwise, my general inclination is to give it a week so I don’t stress out my hair with two coloring attempts in less than a few days, and then dye everything back to a nice, solid black.

Unfortunately, this weekend is the Georgia Big Picture Conference, which means that I can either go out in public like this, or re-color sooner than I’d like to.

Maybe this weekend would be a good one to explore some hat fashions.

   


Writing Stuff

9-day So-long-and-thanks-for-all-the-fish reject from Ideomancer.

Buy a friend a book!

buyafriendabook.com.

A very cool site. Buy a friend a book, just because. Buy books for no other reason than books are good. I likie.

   


Writing Stuff

Received a rejection from Escape Pod, but a nice one. Stephen invited me to send something else, and went on to say that “The Life and Times of Penguin” has received some good feedback. ‘Course my brain backfired. I sent something off, only remembering afterward that he wants submissions in the body of an email, not as an attachment. Oops. I sent an apology and an email with the proper submission formatting, but I haven’t made a gaffe like that in a long while.

New Words: 700
I’m engaging in an unprecedented amount of world building for this story. I keep thinking “this would make a good novel,” which is very strange as I don’t normally enter into that sort of writerly think space. It’s also somewhat distracting as I need to keep this under 8K. I keep telling myself that I can always extend it into a novel after I finish the damn story.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
2,200 / 6,500
(33.0%)

Club 100 For Writers
      4

500/day
      69

LJ Katrina charity

Went to the little farmer’s tent that’s set up down the road to buy fresh veggies. It’s very charming, there’s a little old man who brings out the produce from the back of his van. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that I’m supporting a little family farm. Of course, fosteronfilm then had to quip up, suggesting that the little old man is just the front to a big corporate farm masquerading as a mom ‘n pop business, and they hire friendly old men to hawk their wares. I “tbthhhed” my hubby and relished the sweet, plump goodness of the ripe tomatoes.

Check out what archer904 is doing! For every comment made to his post, he’s donating a dollar to Red Cross Katrina relief aid. A wonderful and generous gesture! Go forth and comment.

   


Writing Stuff

Received yesterday:
– My contrib. copy of the Embark to Madness anthology. My story, “Perfidious Beauty,” is the lead one. Suhweet.
– The contract from Apex for “Oranges, Lemons, and Thou Beside Me.” Signed and mailed back.
– Rejection from Roaring Brook Press (via my agent) on my middle-grade novel. Sigh. I would like someone to buy that now. Yes. Publishing voodoo, do! Pleeease?

New Words: 500

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
1,500 / 6,500
(23.0%)

Club 100 For Writers
      3

500/day
      68

Image Salon, Headache, 8 Hunks of Hanukkah

fosteronfilm decided at the last minute to attend one of the Image free salons last night: “Meet the Press”. I decided to stay home and try to write. (Also to see the season premiers of Bones and House. What can I say, I likes my vacuous, passive entertainment.)

So what happens as soon as my hubby is out of the garage? I got hewn down by a throbbing sinus headache. Ouch. Downed some Extra Strength Excedrin and coffee in the hopes of nipping it before it became blinding. In any case I reasoned, once the caffeine kicks in, it should stoke the ole muse. I’ve written in the midst of an agonizing headache before. I can do it again.

Nope nope. It makes me nauseous. “I hope it’s a funny aneurysm.” I’m still feeling disjointed and fragile from last night.

Hobkin, however, was excellent company. He seemed to sense my misery and came to flop beside me all night. It was a warm night, so having a hot, furry animal curled against my leg was a bit on the sweltering side, but I appreciated the sentiment. And no matter how miserable I feel, it’s always better having the silly beastie with me.

In less “Eugie whines” news, check out shadesong‘s 8 Hunks of Hanukkah, a parallel and complement to the 12 Babes of Christmas. Personally, I’m tickled and delighted at the idea of seeing some seasonal beefcake along with the cheesecake. So yes, I accepted my “babe” nomination, and yes, I nominated hunks. Expect vote pimping to commence in October.

   


Writing Stuff

New Words: 100
Not many words, but I’m pleased with them. Through the miasma of headache anguish, the plot of the Red Riding Hood fairy tale re-telling coalesced and I scribbled out an outline. See? Suffering is good for creativity. Ow.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
1,000 / 6,500
(15.0%)

Club 100 For Writers
      2

Parental Visit and Skunk Annoying

Got an email from my mother. She and my step-dad are coming to visit in October from China. They’re doing a tour of the U.S.–part business and part pleasure. He’s got a conference in Chicago to attend, and they’re visiting family and friends en route between California and New York. My step-dad has gotten me a three-volume set of Journey to the West, the mythological fantasy of the Monkey King! Isn’t that the coolest? It’s amazing how fond I’ve become of my stepfather in such a short amount of time. We’ve hit it off quite nicely, and I’m not unaware of the irony that he knows my proclivities and tastes better than my mother does. Gimme books over pink dresses any day.

Hobkin is slowly metamorphosing from a bratty summer skunk into a couch potato autumn one. I followed him around with the camera as he contemplated getting into mischief. He was less-than-pleased by my attention. Or perhaps it was the flash.


Digging at the hardwood floor. I’m not exactly sure what he thought he was going to accomplish doing that.

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Penguin Poking

Patricia Kirby pointed me to this really silly bit of Monday morning diversion: Poke a Penguin.

Keep on poking, keep on poking . . .

   

   


Writing Stuff

My writing muscle is floopy. Started on a new fairy tale re-telling and it was like my brain was sludge. The words just would not come. Plan for today: caffeine and sugar. I’ve already started on the “sugar” part. Leftover Pixie Stix from Dragon*Con. For breakfast. Whee!

Mostly writing and a bad movie

Got Miss Congeniality 2 from Netflix on a whim and watched it last night. My advice to anyone considering it: don’t. I like Sandra Bullock, but ugh, that was a poorly made piece of fluff. I didn’t expect it to be deep or brilliantly insightful or anything, but I hoped it would be funny. It was both not funny and in dire need of a rigorous editorial hand. It would have benefited from a severe chopping.

   


Writing Stuff

183-day SALE of “Mistress Fortune Favors the Unlucky” to the Bash Down the Door and Slice Open the Badguy anthology. This tongue-in-cheek high fantasy anthology, published by Fantasist Enterprises, looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun.

This was the story that I submitted to a market that requested a rewrite but ultimately rejected it, and then emailed me a month or so later changing their mind and wanting it. Since I’d already sent it to BDtD&SOtB by then, I told the editor it wasn’t currently available, but if the market that was considering it passed, they could have it. Nice to know that this story had a home regardless, but I’m very pleased to have sold it to the anthology. This was a light-hearted tale to write, and I think it’ll fit well with an anthology of similarly whimsical fantasy stories. Plus I get to share another ToC with dsnight, hurray!

Received the edits of “Sins of the Mother” from Dark Cloud Press and approved them.

And I got fan mail! A listener of the podcast of “The Life and Times of Penguin” from Escape Pod dropped me an email. He really liked it and found it touching. His note totally made my day. If you haven’t discovered the fabulosity which is Escape Pod go now and download. It really is something wonderful–being able to hear stories read out loud in the classic storyteller mode. Yes, I’m aware of the irony of the “classic storyteller” format being presented in a state-of-the-art, high-tech medium, but hey, I like irony. Go listen.

I’m going to burn the MP3 of “Penguin” to a CD and send it to my in-laws. I think they’ll enjoy it. And, while their computer is capable of downloading and playing MP3s, I don’t think they’d be able to manage the feat. Plus, they’re still on dial-up. Fortunately, they ought to be able to cope with a CD . . . although I might need to convert it to a .wav file so they can play it on their stereo. Totally love and adore my in-laws, but they’re such Luddites.

Firsthand account of Katrina victims and the botched “aid” efforts

phoenix_born pointed this out in her blog: “Hurricane Katrina – Our Experiences” written by Larry Bradshaw and Lorrie Beth Slonsky.

It needs to be read and passed on. The sort of corruption and cavalier disregard for suffering exhibited by the official relief effort cannot and should not be tolerated.

About the authors: Bradshaw and Slonsky are paramedics from California that were attending the EMS conference in New Orleans. Larry Bradshaw is the chief shop steward, Paramedic Chapter, SEIU Local 790; and Lorrie Beth Slonsky is steward, Paramedic Chapter, SEIU Local 790 and Editor of the Gurney Gazette [California].

“Two days after Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans, the Walgreen’s store at the corner of Royal and Iberville streets remained locked. The dairy display case was clearly visible through the widows. It was now 48 hours without electricity, running water, plumbing. The milk, yogurt, and cheeses were beginning to spoil in the 90-degree heat. The owners and managers had locked up the food, water, pampers, and prescriptions and fled the City. Outside Walgreen’s windows, residents and tourists grew increasingly thirsty and hungry.

“The much-promised federal, state and local aid never materialized and the windows at Walgreen’s gave way to the looters. There was an alternative. The cops could have broken one small window and distributed the nuts, fruit juices, and bottle water in an organized and systematic manner. But they did not. Instead they spent hours playing cat and mouse, temporarily chasing away the looters.”

Read the whole thing. Spread the word.

12 Babes of Xmas

Huh, I’ve been nominated to be a Babe of Xmas. Awww. I’m touched! I guess voting doesn’t begin until October, but I’m flattered someone nominated me. . For folks who want to partake of the nomination process, you can do so HERE.

A big “thank you” goes to dsnight for being the one to help me fix my laptop hibernation issue. And thanks to everyone who participated in my poll. If I hadn’t gotten it shipshape again, I was all set to pack it up and send it to HP for maintenance. Good reminder to refresh my backups too.

   


Writing Stuff

I got emailed a request from an agent for a partial on my middle-grade novel. Already sent back a “thank you but I’m taken” response. I had to pass, of course, but it does make me happy knowing that other agents out there would have been interested in seeing what I had to offer.