Sunday, May 3, 2015

Six Random Fact Sunday -- Favorites

1. My all time favorite television show is Sherlock. Sherlock usurped the X-Files, which was damn hard to do.

2. My favorite book is Little Women. I wanted to be Jo when I grew up.

3. My very favorite movie is the Wizard of Oz. I know every word by heart. The best part is Munchkin City (in the county of the land of Oz).

4. I don’t have a favorite song. 

5. My favorite all-time song moment was during my wedding — I sang The Cowboy in Me to my soon-to-be wife. At the point in the song where the lyrics go, “Girl, you know there’s times you must have thought, there ain’t a line you’ve drawn I haven’t crossed”, our beloved minister cracked up and said, “Oh! That’s perfect!"

6. My favorite food is popcorn. I could eat nothing but, and I’m not fancy. Just plain old popcorn with salt. That’s it. That’s all I need. ;-)

 

*kisses*

Much love, y’all.

BA

Friday, May 1, 2015

Housekeeping and Renovation

So, I think anyone who knows me would say that I am a good housekeeper.

A place for everything, everything in its place. I hate the sight of dirty dishes in the sink, I do laundry every day. It’s a thing. 

Monday they’re going to start remodeling our master bath. The current bath is beautiful, honestly. There’s this amazing raised garden tub with tile, a lovely arched ceiling. It’s gorgeous.

Gorgeous and useless.

The tub has a huge step up, so J won’t get it. It’s so deep that I can’t get out. It takes 55 gallons of water (we live in the desert). The whole cleaning the jets thing is an utter nightmare.

We’ve been here seven months and we’ve never used it. 

Not once.

So, we’re having a walk in shower installed. It’s going to have a built in seat, a safety bar, and a pull down shower head. It won’t be as pretty or as fancy, but it’ll be functional, so yay.

The problem is my house is going to be in disarray starting on Monday. 

I hate that.

Hate it.

I hate the idea of the noise, the mess, the chaos, the whole concept of demolition makes me sick to my stomach.

I hope it only takes the 3 days that they promised. By Thursday I’m going to be a wreck.

Much love, y’all.

BA

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

A Daddy story for his birthday

Man, it was tough to come up with a daddy story, because there are so many. 

I think today I’ll talk about my daddy’s voice, though, because it’s… immense. Deep and growly and loud. I don’t think Daddy’s ever said a single thing in a whisper, not ever. Daddy lives his life in a shout, right out loud. I’ve heard it in sorrow, in fury, in laughter. I have heard it raised in anger in an argument, I’ve heard him gentle horses, make babies laugh.

One very special day, the day after my stepmom died, I sat in a truck and we sang “If We Can Make It Through December” together and we cried. 

You haven’t lived until you’ve heard my daddy sing, “GOOD MORNING TO YOU! GOOD MORNING, I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU! GOOD MORNING TO YOU!” at the top of his lungs at dawn when he’s decided you’ve slept enough, thank you very much. 

He answers the phone with “Squires”, and I always know if calls someone else baby on the phone he’s either taking to my sister Tiffy or my Aunt D. 

We almost lost his voice in March. It’s different now — deeper, huskier, not quite the daddy-sound that I grew up with, but it’s still him, it’s my daddy, just altered the barest bit. Getting old sucks, but it’s better than the alternative.

My daddy told me once that his dad, my grampy, never said “I love you” out loud. Daddy knew Grampy loved him, but I can say that I have never spoken to my daddy once that he hasn’t told me, “I love you” when we parted — in person, on the computer, on the phone. I’ve never doubted, but he wants to make sure I hear it, that’s it’s always the last thing he’s said to me, just in case.

Happy birthday, Daddy. 

I love you.

BA

Sunday, April 26, 2015

One Hell of a Spring

So, it’s been one hell of a spring. Between my daddy having a stroke, traveling to Florida and then to see him, and less than a month later finding out that I had a major blood clot in my left leg which blocked the blood flow to my toes, type I diabetes, and a blocked carotid, things in my life have changed drastically. The man my heart said was invincible proved not to be and my stupid body… Argh!

Daddy’s in rehab. He doesn’t sound like him anymore. I worry about him, every day.

Mornings used to be 4-6 cups of coffee and eggs and bacon. Now mornings are 10 pills, an injection, oatmeal and one cup of java. 

I have two toes that may or may not have to be amputated. The big toe looks… less scary than the baby toe.

Then there’s 4 pills for lunch, 4 pills for supper, 2 at bedtime and another 4 injections and 3 blood sugar monitor pokes. 

The diet has changed. The rules have changed. Everything has changed and I feel a little like I’m just struggling to catch up. My carotid is 70% blocked (interestingly on the same side and weird placement as Daddy’s and the doctors wouldn’t have known to look if he hadn’t had his stroke) and the doctor is going to wait for me to have a little stroke before doing the surgery. I had to get a medic alert bracelet that said stroke risk.

Every time I go into the cardiac care unit they say, “But you’re so young.” Then they look worried.

I’m worried.

Shit, I’m not worried, I’m scared. We’re self-employed, we write for a living. We write happy endings and I’m trying to work around all the emotions swirling around my brain (and a lot of the possible endings aren’t happy).

I keep telling myself I have a wife and family that loves me, good doctors, a job that I love. I have been reliably informed that I am the most stubborn human being alive, so if I say I’m going to follow what we call the “don’t have a stroke” diet, I will.

I believe in happy endings. 

I believe I can do this. 

Even if I still want more than one cup of coffee a day.

;-)

Much love, y’all.

BA

Friday, March 27, 2015

What I'm Reading

Currently reading Spirit Rider by Cotton Smith. Old West, I’m loving it.

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1. Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett — so far, loving it. So damn funny.

2. The Best Horror of the Year Volume Six, edited by Ellen Datlow — there wasn’t a single story where anything happened. So frustrating.

3. Indian Cooking Unfolded by Raghavan Iyer — great narrative, interesting recipes, but not for a foodie, for someone who wants the very basics. 

4. A Morbid Taste for Bones by Ellis Peters — lovely little mystery

5. A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg — absolutely charming and made me cry

6.  Joyland, a Hard Case Crime by Stephen King. Loved it.

7. Shadow Man by Cody Macfayden — I have to admit by the end I was furious and screaming. This could have been exceptional. It was not.

8. The Relaxation and Stress Reduction Workbook by Martha Davis — nothing I didn’t know, but I needed the reminder.

9. Writing the Cozy Mystery by Nancy Cohen — very interesting. This one’s a keeper.

10. Writing Mystery and Crime by Marg McAllister — for a beginning writer more than an experienced one, I think.

11. The Year of Pleasures by Elizabeth Berg — beautifully written, a lovely, warm read that’s like a hug. Gave me a lot to talk about with J.

12. Fermented Vegetables by Kirsten Shockey — cookbook, not the best read, but decent recipes

13. Borderline by TA Chase — loved it. Think the wife will love it, too. 

14. In Cuba I Was a German Shepherd by Ana Menendez — a fabulous collection of short stories set in Cuba. 

15. Poe by J. Lincoln Fenn — clever as hell, not scary, but viciously clever.

16. The Magpie Lord by KJ Charles — quite adored this one. Clever and utterly charming.

17. Wolf’s Desire by Ambrielle Kirk — Uh. Not my thing. At all. Whoa.

18. Controlling Parker by Sean Michael — KINKY

19. Dark Carnival: An Anthology of Horror, Edited by Jolene Haley, Kristen Jett and Jessi Shakarian — nothing happened. Ever.

20. Blue Collar by Sean Michael — adorable, sexy and sweet

21. Guarding January by Sean Michael — I love the depth of characters in this one

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Monday, March 16, 2015

What I'm Working On This Week

What I'm Working On

Hey, y’all. My daddy had a stroke and I’ve been out of pocket. I’m getting back in the saddle, though. I promise.

 

Writing:

Tipping the Barrel -- f/f YA novel — Cried a lot.

Musician. Bodyguard. Werewolves. 

Wedding Vase — m/m contemporary. These boys are breaking my heart.

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Coke/Dillon in rewrites.

 

At beta:

nothing

 

At proofing:

nothing

 

Subbed:

Go Ask Alice to Hamony Ink

Articles of Release to Dreamspinner

Short story in for Mythologically Torqued.

 

Next week's plan?

Try not to panic