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brightlotusmoonI feel so shiny right now. Maybe all the meditation is getting to my brain. La. I amuse myself.
http://www.mnwelldir.org/docs/qigong/meditation.htm
The current short story I'm working on is going in fascinating directions, and I love it, but I'm having trouble reining it in. I find myself exploring the deep relationship between the main character and her girlfriend too much, and not focusing on the interdimensional travel, the aliens, the monsters, the superpowers, the multiverse concept, the ramifications of constant interdimensional travel via telekinesis (in conclusion, chronic migraines and nosebleeds suck).
I mean, I love that my girls love each other so much, but this is not a romance story. The handful of sex scenes are not those kinds of scenes. And the ex-boyfriend of one character keeps popping up and my writerbrain keeps wanting me to point out that they dated, but I'd already established that in the beginning, and seriously why is that monster hanging out over there? I thought I'd shoved it back into its home dimension.
I really need to finish this if I'm going to self-publish it online. And then I have to figure out how exactly I'm even going to do that. More meditation is in order.
I've mentioned how ecstatic I am to have my husband home yes? He has demanded the weekend and Monday off, and he rarely states that he is unavailable. He's probably the most in demand and loyal tech there, being a de facto project manager and head field tech and having skills that most of the other guys don't. I imagine that on Tuesday or Wednesday he'll be asked to pack up and go to another part of the country again for the rest of the week, to set up computers and equipment for more conferences or trade shows or live shows or things involving foreign dignitaries or what have you. Who knows. But for the next few days, he is MINE, rar.
My hair is still awesome. My skin still looks like I'm twenty. I'm still in tremendous pain, fatigue, and muscle tension, but whatever. Life is sweet. For now.
Here are some pictures of Adam with Luna. Luna loves him more than life and here she is hugging him for sweet life.
http://www.mnwelldir.org/docs/qigong/meditation.htm
The current short story I'm working on is going in fascinating directions, and I love it, but I'm having trouble reining it in. I find myself exploring the deep relationship between the main character and her girlfriend too much, and not focusing on the interdimensional travel, the aliens, the monsters, the superpowers, the multiverse concept, the ramifications of constant interdimensional travel via telekinesis (in conclusion, chronic migraines and nosebleeds suck).
I mean, I love that my girls love each other so much, but this is not a romance story. The handful of sex scenes are not those kinds of scenes. And the ex-boyfriend of one character keeps popping up and my writerbrain keeps wanting me to point out that they dated, but I'd already established that in the beginning, and seriously why is that monster hanging out over there? I thought I'd shoved it back into its home dimension.
I really need to finish this if I'm going to self-publish it online. And then I have to figure out how exactly I'm even going to do that. More meditation is in order.
I've mentioned how ecstatic I am to have my husband home yes? He has demanded the weekend and Monday off, and he rarely states that he is unavailable. He's probably the most in demand and loyal tech there, being a de facto project manager and head field tech and having skills that most of the other guys don't. I imagine that on Tuesday or Wednesday he'll be asked to pack up and go to another part of the country again for the rest of the week, to set up computers and equipment for more conferences or trade shows or live shows or things involving foreign dignitaries or what have you. Who knows. But for the next few days, he is MINE, rar.
My hair is still awesome. My skin still looks like I'm twenty. I'm still in tremendous pain, fatigue, and muscle tension, but whatever. Life is sweet. For now.
Here are some pictures of Adam with Luna. Luna loves him more than life and here she is hugging him for sweet life.
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