You Never Know What’s Coming For You

When I haven’t been buried in work, feeling blah and running around, I’ve had my head buried in a new short. Have had a very steady word count daily flowing from this one but I’m still getting a good feel for the characters. While I really enjoy working on the series of books I wrote last year, I decided I would venture into something new, something else and have been enjoying crafting up new characters and places for it. This one is sci-fi, or as my husband calls it – scimance. (It’s cute, I’ll give him a few points for it.) What is really even better about it is that I get to put some of my real life job knowledge into it, even have a joke of a sort worked into it that I went through myself when I was learning the ins and outs of what I do in RL. (Sorry, real life job is of the “tell you have to kill you” sort. *G*)

As if May/June weren’t busy enough (birthdays (count ‘em – 8!), wedding anniversaries (2), daughter’s dance competitions (2 – we’re still in the “slow” season), a vacation and daughter’s dance recitals (2)) I tack on another this year. It’s a strictly personal one, important to only myself and there’s really no exact date other than “last week of May”. It’s been a year since I asked myself one very simple question (after reading, of all books, Twilight) and almost immediately began searching for an answer.

An answer that I’ve, so far, not fully answered to my satisfaction – four books fully finished, book 5 nearly complete, book 6 begun and one idea floating around in space for book 7. That could simply be attributed to the fact that once you ask yourself one question, there are always more questions to be answered.

Nearly a year since I asked that question and I’ve got to say, it’s been a strange trip. One where I learned a lot about myself, both as a person and as a writer.

Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?

Oh! Mother’s Day last week was spent in an IMAX theatre watching Star Trek. After seeing, I decided the goodness (that is both Star Trek and JJ Abrams) must be shared with the daughter. So this Sunday, today, will be spent, again, in an IMAX theatre watching Star Trek.

Geek love – pass it on.

This Isn’t Ripley’s Believe It Or Not – Girls Are Geeks Too

I was quite amused yesterday, when buying a video game. I went in, found what I was looking for (the new Wolverine game, BTW) and went to the counter. The clerk (a teenage boy) rang up the purchase and told me the amount. I handed him the cash and waited. While he was handing me back my change, I believe his words were: “Hope your husband or son enjoys the game.” As nicely as I possibly could, I responded: “It’s for me.” At this point, his jaw nearly landed on the floor. The clerk then, probably assuming since I’m a delicate female, warned me that he had heard the game was the goriest he’d seen. My response? “Awesome.” To this, of course, he turned three shades of red.

Yes, girls play video games. Violent, gory ones in fact. While I do love my Zelda, Spryo and such – I loved BloodRayne II just as much. Talk about gory violence.

This reminds me of the times when I still frequented comic book stores. There’s too much other stuff going on for me to go anymore (so I am, sadly, about two years behind) but when I did have the time to go, I did. Talk about feeling akward. Geez. It was like I was an alien life form who had landed on another planet. I always used to ask my husand if I had sprouted a third eye and wasn’t aware of it. There was one time, when my husband was with me, where we walked up to the counter and the clerk started talking to him. Hello? I’m the buyer; not him. Then there was another time the clerk started making comments about what I was buying (not bad ones, just offhand storyline stuff) and I started firing stuff back. He seemed surprised and started talking to me; then seemed even more surprised that I could keep up.

Yeah, chicks read comic books and actually know their shit too.

Fancy this – they read comic books, play violent video games and love their action movies – you know, all the things that are labeled “guy” stuff. Sorry, guys, it’s not all your stuff – never really was either. Ya’ll just liked to think it was. I know that’s mind bending and all but we geeky girls are out there. Don’t be scared. I assure you, we don’t bite.

Unless you want us to.

BTW, did see X-Men Origins: Wolverine on Friday morning. Aside from the few issues I had (most of which are relatively minor, the major ones I can overlook, and are all comic book related) I liked the movie.

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