I’m not up, but I’m not down. No, I’m not really being cryptic. I’m explaining my mood, because I *ahem* got a rejection letter. You can read all about the letter over at Lex’s website. I went into detail about the letter itself and some stuff about online versus real. The only thing I can really think of to say about people who still think like that is… Hello! Technology! Get a clue that life changes, especially in how we communicate with others. It’s 2008, almost 2009, and 1992 is a looooooong way in the past.
So anywho, I’m not in an upbeat mood per se, but I’m not depressed about the rejection either. I’ve been in a funk somewhat this week, but it’s not writing related. Although, maybe I should be more in a funk about that because then I wouldn’t be so damned achy missing Rott.
Here’s what’s happened this week: I won two writing contests at WritersCafe.org, where no one knows me but Elfenkate. At Zanctuary, where they all know me, I lost the writing contest to my friend Jen of the ample bosom. I learned to make videos with Windows Movie Maker. I actually made 2 movies! Woo hooo! The SIM card on my phone died and scared the crap outta me. (I thought it was my new Dash phone until it finally threw an error message that told me the card was bad.) I got a photo in a text from my friend in Houston, showing me the front of his house, all ready for Ike. And I got into some aggravating stuff at the horse racing sim that kept me from writing. I’m so broke I’m in the hole and trying to figure out how to find the $100 that I need to make rent. I’ve been missing Rott to the point of tears since Wednesday night (a 9/11 thing I think). My birthday is drawing near and I think I’ve decided to cancel getting a year older since the only party that might come close to being a birthday celebration will be in Orlando, but I won’t. I forgot to order coffee creamer with my grocery order. I lost the spiked end of one of my gauged earrings and had to change out almost all of my piercings (no mean feat cause the little balls are… um, little.) And then this morning the rejection letter. So, I’m not happy happy joy joy.
Yet, inexplicably, I am not depressed. Freaking Galveston is destroyed! I’m blinking at CNN, and am glad I don’t live there. I’m ogling that cute Rob Marciano who, oddly, looks a thousand times more attractive with a day’s growth of beard on his face. I’m looking out my window at the overcast sky and thanking whatever scientific thing that causes weather for slightly cooler temps here. (Of course, it could be that my 3 neighbors have finally stopped using their dryers. I live over the garages. All 3 neighbors do laundry every day so the garages are like a steam bath because the dryers don’t vent OUTSIDE.) Still, not depressed in the least.
I’m gonna catch up on blogs this weekend. I hit that kinda blah patch last week, mostly due to the sim aggravation, and just couldn’t read a thing. Well, except for a short story about a werewolf girl who finds her mate and ends up handcuffed to a bed. HEH. Written by the lady who created the Lex Valentine site for me. Hot reading. I think it was the high point of my week.
I’ll be around to visit all of yas. I need to find out what else has been going on in the PRB that I’ve missed. Congrats to my friend Jen for winning the Z contest. Congrats to Vahid and Hellohahanarf for winning the RAP award. Congrats to Dave on his commando vacay. (Per Gooster, Dave is officially the Commando in Chief for Commando Fridays.) Congrats to the author Jen for finishing her edits. Oh, yeah. Yay me! I did win two contests and learn to make a video (sorta – if you look for lexvalentineauthor at You Tube you’ll find them).
I know just what will complete my week… anyone want a kitten?