Arrant Nonsense

The Horrible Paragraph of Clunky Awfulness has been pared down, rearranged, and mashed into something of fewer words that doesn't suck. My second round of edits is done. This makes me a happy camper.

And the publication I sent the Cow story off to likes it, but they publish several different magazines and so the owner-dude wants to pass it to a different editor because he thinks it's a better fit there. After apologizing for taking so long--which, you know, five weeks where there's two holidays involved doesn't seem like that long, especially when I've waited eleven months for some places to get back to me.

Naturally I told him I'd be delighted if he passed it to a better-fitting editor, and I hope they like it as much as he did and will finally take the poor thing off my hands. It's one of my very favorite stories and I'd love for it to find a home at a pay rate it deserves.

So, yes. I'm feeling better about things today. It helps that the Period Headache has abated for now and I actually fit into these damn pants this morning when I didn't the other day. Stupid hormones.

Ten days between cycles is not cool at all.

I've put hitman!Ben in first person (in a new doc, because I am not stupid).

I'm not sure it's improved thereby.

Which probably means it's missing something and I need to figure out what that is. In five days (because of my self-imposed deadline).

Crapdoodles.

In other news, I wish to set my uterus on FIRE. Oh, wait, that's not "news," that's a "normal state of affairs," anymore.

I've been hanging around on the Yahoo Answers Books and Authors board for ... oh, about a week now. I've answered enough questions and gotten enough "best answers" that I've somehow managed to qualify as a "top contributor" (whatever that means in this context).

But I think it may be time for me to step away from it, at least for tonight. I've been a tad snippy with the last three questions I've answered, and that's probably not good.

Of course, the last one was "Don't you think this story deserves to be published?" with a link to it on Fictionpress. I click the link out of morbid curiosity and note that the author seems to be having trouble sticking with a single tense, sometimes within the same paragraph. I backbutton and note said tense trouble in my response.

The one before that was "Unit test on Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde?" with a list of multiple choice questions. I don't know if this kid wants us to do his homework for him or what, but my (rather short-tempered) answer was "read the story, it's not that long." Sheesh.

And the one before that is "Can you help me out with my storie?" (yes, spelled just like that, OW THE PAIN), and she posts a wall o'text and seems to be confuzzling an epilogue with a prologue and I may have been a little bit mean to her too, but DAMN, people, at least make an effort at the frelling craft, okay???

*pants*

Writing? What is this "writing" of which you speak?

Also, I don't think I'm going to get to see Iron Man 2 until Monday. This grieves me.

Also? My uterus can quit jacking me around just any time now. The back pain that has decided to concentrate on my knee is most unwelcome. And I'm still not bleeding, even though I probably should have started doing that a week ago. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate.

continues apace.

This morning, I was under 130 for the first time in... well. A long time. Which was good to see. A lack of Doritos and Robin Eggs may have helped--oh, hell, who am I kidding, it definitely helped.

But, oh, god, I'm so hungry. At the same time, I don't actually want to eat. I know I should, but I can't actually summon the oomph to get up and make something.

Argh.

Also, I feel like I've had an enthusiasm-ectomy. The novelthing has stuttered to a halt, and I'm horribly intimidated by the Chains project. This...may be a function of my Monthly Visitor, which arrived yesterday. And I would hate it, if I had that much energy.

You may have a "blah" to go with the "argh."

My entire body feels like it's in rebellion. My head hurts, my throat hurts, and I think my uterus is trying to break free and run away. God, I wish it would, because as much as I rail about the Utter Fail of my uterus on a regular basis, it doesn't usually hurt me. I'd put this at about a six on the pain scale--and I'm not even bleeding.

Ibuprofen and heating pad. We shall see what they will do, but I may end up back in bed before the day's over, because this suuuuuuuuuuuucks.

EDIT: However, Cute Overload just gave me a baby anteater, so that at least makes me smile.

Four days early.

NOT COOL.

At this point, I don't have a headache or a backache, but I do feel somewhat bloated. This may be a function of the three extra pounds I still haven't taken off from Moab, however. FEH.

In other news, I checked my local theater to see if we were getting a midnight showing of "Wolverine."

We are.

Of course, the Hubby has a three-day trip that starts on the 29th and doesn't get him back in town until the 1st, so I can't go. Getting a babysitter for a midnight movie on a school night would be...problematic. To say the least.

Yeah, I'm hosed. I'm hosed, and I'm a terrible person, and my period is four days early.

Someone just shoot me.

At least we're going to get to see "The Soloist" this weekend.

When I'm watching your trailer, and comparing your movie unfavorably to "Paul Blart: Mall Cop"...

This is a problem.

Why, yes, "Observe and Report," I'm looking at you. I'm going to have to invest in a longer pole, because the ten-foot one just isn't long enough.

In other news, I'm thinking of doing the Flashback Scene from not!Harry's POV and throwing it up as a sort of "DVD Extra." Because I'm not too far inside his head as it is and writing (another!) scene from his POV where he's contemplating killing himself is going to be good for me.

Yeah, that was sarcasm. See? I'm channeling him already.

In other other news, I'd like to rip my uterus out with a pitchfork, shoot it, set it on fire, and then bury it under twelve feet of lime in my backyard. The timing was fine this time, but the headache that two naproxen didn't even touch was not appreciated. At least that's gone now. We'll see what it hits me with today.

Oh! And we had a goldfinch on the bird feeder. That makes three species. I'm thinking of putting out a thistle sock.

In the way that's, you know, not.

Why, yes, I'm using LJ to keep track of my monthly cycle. Twenty-one days sucks, and I wish to rip my uterus out with a rusty spork and set it on fire. Can I do that, or would I get arrested?

Yeah, it started last night. Joy.

And I will cease abusing the italics tag now.

However, I'm finding that I (still) dearly love my characters. Not!Tony referred to not!Harmony as not!Harry's "attack angel" in the scene I scribbled last night, which fills me with unseemly glee. And, in the cold light of day, the other words I scribbled last night are still good words and I know what I want to do for my next scene so this, at least, gives me a happy.

Also, I put out a thing of suet a couple of weeks ago, and a red-shafted flicker just landed on it. He didn't eat any, but he knows it's there, and I'm thinking he will thus be back. SCORE.

"You have a talent for causing things PAIN!"

Yup, went to the dentist (again) today.

"You need a root canal," he informed me. "Possibly two, but we'd only do one today. Also, we have no oxygen, so we can't use gas to calm you for your mad needle fear." After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, I sat back in the chair with Iron Man on the ceiling and headphones in my ear.

Good thing I picked a two-hour movie, y'all.

However. I'm not in pain. Whatever he numbed me with has either worn off or didn't go directly into my face like the stuff normally does, and I'm able to eat. Also, the top tooth that's broken in half? He did some sort of fill-y thing, and I have a whole (temporary) tooth there again. Which feels kind of weird, because it's been broken for years, but okay.

Also, he decided that I don't need a root canal on the lower one after all.

In three weeks, I'll go back (the day before Thanksgiving, whee) and get some crowns and fillings done. I'm supposed to go back in December for...something. I don't remember what.

And now that I'm actually taking good care of my teeth, they don't bleed when I brush them anymore, and the Hubby says my breath is much better these days.

Win?

In other news, my (stupid) period started today with a distinct lack of fanfare and exactly 28 days after the last one. When was the last time that happened?