Guess what? I have so much good news to talk about that I’m beat! I’m dead tired, but I’ll blog anyway, cause it seems silly to let all of this good news roost for too long without spilling the beans.
First off – I’m going to England again! Woohoo! In just about one week to be exact. On May 17 I’ll be crossing the atlantic for the… umm.. seventh time. (Sorry, had to count.) That’s not seven trips, I’m counting going and coming. Once to Italy, again to Italy, once to England, and again to England. I’m a pretty lucky girl to get to go to England twice in a period of a year. Pretty dang cool. I know I talked about this yesterday, so don’t call me crazy. It’s just that it’s definite now. Airline tickets are purchased and everything. I went out to the airport to get my ticket this evening because I had that $750 travel voucher from getting bumped in Atlanta. (That still sounds horrible no matter how you say it.) So, my trip is entirely paid for. How lovely is that?
Oh, that just reminded me, I need to write to a friend real quick.
Okay, I’m back. Not sure why I wrote that, but okay. I can blame cold medicine again. Wheee.
Other bits of news: I’ve finished my fan fic once and for all. I’ve been working on it since this afternoon, running through the ending one more time to make sure it’s okay. Not sure what I was worried about, honestly. It just needed a bit of tweaking to keep it from seeming too hurried, but all in all I’m pretty pleased with it. I’m surprised at how down-right weird it got. There were so many times when I wanted to get so much more graphic, but noooooo, I had to restrain myself because of the kiddies. I’m seriously considering writing horror novels. I think I’d be good at it. Watch out, Stephen King, little innocent girl’s hot on your heels! Haha, yeah right. 🙂 But I’m not kidding (well, only sorta). My fan fic got seriously demented. It’d make a great movie.
I even have the IofY contest stuff set up. Why isn’t online do you ask? Because I haven’t copied and pasted the reedited chapters onto the site yet. It’s a very *very* time consuming project, that. I’m up to chapter ten but the rest will have to wait until tomorrow morning because egads am I loopy. (As I’m sure you’ll be able to tell from this blog entry.)
The contest is going to be so cool. I hope I’m inundated with entries. That’d be way too fun. (In case you don’t know, the IofY contest is to try and get cool cover art for the printed version of my fan fic. Fans can send in cover artwork for a chance to win a printed, bound, autographed copy of the book, as well as a few other knick-knackey things.) If I get tons of art I want to hang it up in my office and stuff. I think it’d be awesome. Custom artwork. Ah.
Okay, last bit of good news; my computer’s working! Yaaaay! The essential bits came yesterday, and the case arrived today. My brother spent all afternoon setting it up and installing windows, and now it’s humming happily under my desk. I’m not using it yet because we apparantly need to buy a new modem for it. My old one got lost somehow. Oh well. I might miss having my little computer by my bed. It’s been literally right by my bed so when I wake up in the morning – if I want to avoid getting ready for the day – I can roll over, flip open the laptop, and poof, I’m online and half-awake at the same time! Not that that’s uncommon, but half-awake and still in bed, that’s a geek accomplishment.
I’m going to have fun this week trying to whip together a portfolio to take to that school. I started working on it today but got distracted by IofY and by the fact that I had no idea what I was doing. So, I emailed my adopted Aunt Margie, asking for advice. She’s going to help me tomorrow, which will be a very good thing. I wish she lived here, but alas, she’s stuck in Arizona. She isn’t even really my aunt, she’s my sister-in-law’s aunt, but she fits in with the family so well she might as well be blood-related.
I’m seriously tired, can you tell? I’m babbling. I think I’m going to sleep now. Hopefully the cold medicine won’t give me bad dreams like it did last night. I remember that all of a sudden I was on this air force base, being sworn in because I had accepted some military scholarship in return for four years of service. Sort of like their medical program. The sad thing was, as I was saluting for the first time I realized, hey, wait, I didn’t want to do this! I tried to get out of it, and they wouldn’t let me, so I was stuck in the air force forever. Then all of a sudden it switched from me being in the air force to being on some away mission on star trek. I seriously have to quit watching that show. One episode and bam, I’m getting freaky dreams. Stupid Gene Roddenberry.
Watch, hehe, I’ll start getting angry emails from Star Trek fans. “He is not stupid, you smelly ferengi! You barbaric, pink-blooded klingon!” Haha. Eat my photons, small heads. (Extra points if you know what that quote’s from. Not sure what the points are for, but whatever.)
Holy crap, I hate cold medicine.