Another Year Wiser

I had my birthday last weekend, in which I got a little crisp (but nothing that hurt for more than 24 hours), but otherwise had a lot of time having fun in the sun with my family (especially the three five-year-olds). I might not ever want kids, but I love my nephews and niece! They really make for a fun birthday.

Of course, birthday parties mean less time writing (I literally woke up, ran to the barn, got home, napped, then went to gatherings until 8pm, at which point I was so exhausted I didn’t have brain cells to rub together to form a story).

But I got stuff. First off, my stuffed Fluffy arrived. He’s from the manga/anime The Morose Mononokean, and he’s adorable. I actually bought him for myself a couple of weeks ago, but I regret nothing. He’s very soft. And it was a nice gift to find on my birthday 🙂 Though I had to hide him when the kids came over!

If you saw my previous post, you saw me mention that as a kid/teen, I had an obsession with taking pictures of presents that I’d received. I still do that, although slightly less often now, oddly enough, even though it’s easier now.

I mostly take pictures to send to my friends. But I’m still not sure what my obsession with it is. Maybe so I don’t forget that I own this thing? Even though I own the thing, so I obviously have it. Although, now that I think about it, I believe at one time I heard that insurance companies only would replace personal items in a house if you had proof that you owned said item. I’m not sure if that’s accurate, or if a picture would even prove you owned it, but I think I got it in my head that I needed to take pictures of all my presents so the insurance company would buy me my stuff if we got robbed/the house burned down.

I don’t know. I was weird. Because I’m obviously not now.

So, good news on the writing front: Once I finish the current xmas story (which has a fast-approaching deadline, so I’ll either finish or give up), I can return to the rom-coms that I’ve been working on, and hopefully will have more information to share than just “Still not done yet.”

Happy Birthday to Me

My birthday has always signaled the end of summer to me (and probably still does for a lot of kids). It was always a week or so before school started, and so the free, wild days were gone.

This year my birthday just signals the end of a very busy month.

After dog-sitting a geriatric pup at the end of July, I had roughly a week and a half to breathe before rushing off to my own four-day vacation. I got back from that and immediately (like, didn’t even unpack vacation stuff) went to my parents’ house to cat-sit for them (it’s actually more like garden-sit, because I’ll be honest, the garden takes more work than the cat. Though the garden doesn’t wake me up at 3 am begging for breakfast). I drove home on Monday from THAT and here we are.

To say the least, my word count is lacking, my birthday has come (it was Wednesday), and I’m really looking forward to September! *check calendar* October!

Oh, and there’s a Christmas piece that deadlines in the middle of September that I’m trying to hit. NO PRESSURE SELF. 😛

But really, even with all the crazy, I’ll likely hit my word count for August, I had a good time on vacation, I got to ride a lot this month, and things are pretty good.

I hope everyone else had a nice summer too.

Birthday updates

While I should be finishing my cleaning before my guests arrive, I decided I needed to…talk.

I’ve been rather absent this past week because I was house sitting, and while I had internet and my laptop, I didn’t have access to documents in certain formats that are on my desktop. My week there was rather relaxing, involving swimming, riding, kitty petting, reading and sleeping. It was like a minivacation from normal life.

B-side: I haven’t been able to work on editing as much as you would have liked, nor as much as I had planned. Aside from the aforementioned out-of-apartment experience, time just got out of hand. I apologize. I request another month, and I’ll start throwing things back to you when I get a good chunk done.

Last night I think I may have gotten four hours of sleep, assuming it was sleep and not just my brain finally collapsing in on itself. I don’t know what happened, I just had a breakdown. So I woke up at 5:30 and tried to sleep for that last two hours (and failed) before getting up and going to the barn to take care of horses in the pouring rain.

Sleeping when I got home didn’t work either. So I’m sleep deprived, on the edge of _____, and having a birthday party. I’m hoping that seeing my friends, who I haven’t seen in weeks, will help (and not make me cry). I’m so dark under my eyes I look like I got punched and it just didn’t swell up. I’m also probably going to get really jittery when I start downing caffeinated drinks.

On a side note, I made some delicious-looking* carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. And after I finish cleaning I may make some biscotti, although in my current brain-state I don’t know if I can following directions. I’m going to shut up now before my rambling gets out of hand.

* I totally made edits just to put in the hypen, because it bothered me. I need a life.