Anthea

False alarm…

So, one of our fancy new Nest Protect smoke alarms that we put up in November woke us up about an hour before the alarm clock this morning with loud beeping interspersed with a voice saying “Alert. There is smoke downstairs.”

Up. Lights. Visual check. No smoke.
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I’m finally starting to feel healthy!!!

The cold that never ends might finally have ended, thanks to time and heavy-duty antibiotics. :)

Tonight was the first Crossfit workout since I got sick January 2 where I have actually felt good, rather than fighting through debilitating weakness and fatigue. Here’s hoping I continue the upswing, shake the last vestiges, and can go headlong through the last bits of winter and into spring!

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In celebration, here’s a snippet of what I’ve been working on. Some of you will remember my first attempt at a retelling of The Frog Prince, as part of my story a week challenge. This is a piece of the novel that is growing out of that idea.

“What do you think of your family?” she asked, not looking at him. “Your father and mother, sister and brother.”

“Well, I love them, of course,” he said. “As much as I love you!” He could have bit his tongue, but the words were already out. She flinched, and he wished he could kick himself without looking even more the fool. Would an apology help, or make her feel worse? “I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m glad you love them. It might help. Do you remember what I said last night?”

“Your riddle? Of course. That what you want you cannot tell me, and what you tell me, you do not want.”

She looked up, and he was caught in her eyes. His head swam, and his breath caught in his throat at her beauty. He would do anything for her.

“I must tell you to go home, kill your father, your mother, and your sister, and bring their severed heads to me.”

He crinkled his forehead in thought, disturbed, but not sure why. His Princess had made a request, and of course he had to fulfill it. Ah, but there was something she did not know. He went to one knee and took her hand in his. “My parents, yes, but I do not need to go home to slay my sister. Come with me to the Amber Garden, and I will present her head to you at once.”

This is the cold that never ends…

At least that’s what it feels like. I think it started in ernest about January 5, and just keeps hanging on… It’s cliche, but I’m so sick of being sick!!!

I’d love to take a few days off to sleep – or a few half-days, anyway, so I don’t get too far behind on my work. Honestly, I’m not getting much done sitting at my desk trying to focus through the brain fog.

Unfortunately, while I’m lucky enough to get paid sick days, I only get five of them and I *really* don’t want to use them all up in the first month of the year! So, I sit at my desk with the hand sanitizer, answer emails, and try not to breathe on anyone. :-p

Writing… writing was going beautifully, but this week I’ve just run out of energy to get up at 6 and write before work – and don’t have the energy to write after work. I so want to get back to my story, but right now I open the file and stare at it – pretty much the same way that I stare at the computer at work, actually.

My coworker who got sick a week before me says she’s *still* waffling back and forth between feeling ok and feeling like she got hit by a truck – I told her she needed to stop telling me things like that and let me keep my delusions. :)

I’ve made it to a couple of Crossfit workouts in the past three weeks, but had to scale them even more than usual, and most nights – you guessed it – no energy.

I really want to apply to some exciting job opportunities, too. And I am… but about five times more slowly than I’d like to. I’ve sent in to Ooomf and Automattic so far, and will hopefully finish getting my email for Zapier tonight.

Speaking of which, Zapier looks like a pretty neat way to get your different apps talking to each other, especially if you run a small business – like automatically creating a new lead in a CRM like Salesforce from a new follower on Twitter. Once I have more energy, I need to suggest it to some of the writer’s groups I follow, along with Buffer for simplifying social media.

Anyway, that’s it for now. I hope everyone else is doing better on the staying healthy front!

Writing update – Romance

(Yes, I’m still on hiatus, by which I mean I’m not trying to stick to any particular posting schedule. There may or may not be more posts before spring.)

So, I’ve decided to write a romance. I’ve read a couple recently that were ridiculous, and fun, and sexy, and I noticed that there really is a pretty visible story structure to them, one that might work for me.

So I’m giving it a try. :)

I’ve been wanting to expand on my Frog Prince story for a while, and it seems perfect for this genre, so why not, aside from a ton of cultural baggage about romances being somehow either shameful, a sell-out, or too easy to be real writing. Well, I’m calling bullshit on my preconceived notions, even if they do keep trying to rear their ugly heads!

So far:
I’m having fun. (one of the most important parts)
I’ve got an outline that I’ve already veered away from – but in detail rather than structure.
It is easier than the other novels I’ve tried, I think because I know how it ends, what the focal theme is, and some of the beats that need to happen in between.
I’ve written my first sex scene. (blush)
I’ve restarted about three times, and had to tink back (to use a knitting analogy) anywhere between a paragraph and a scene about five or six times, in the first ten scenes. Not too bad, for me!

The one thing I’m finding most useful about having the romance pattern to follow, is that I realize it quicker when I’ve gone wrong – usually by making things too easy on my characters! What can I say, I like them. :)

Anyway, that’s what I’m up to right now. Wish me luck!

Happy belated Christmas and Solstice to everyone, and may we all have a Happy New Year celebration and a great time in 2014!

-Anthea

Accepting the inevitable…

The blog is on hiatus until spring.

Have a good winter, everyone!

© 2010 Catherine Wechsler, used with permission. http://cwechsler.zenfolio.com/

© 2010 Catherine Wechsler, used with permission.

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