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2017 Goals

Goodreads: 52 books
Writing: write at least 444 words every day
GetYourWordsOut: 250,000
Editing: finish and/or edit one old story every month
Novel: finish second draft of Boys Like Mine
Planningwork on outline for NaNo 2017

Goodreads challenge update final

Well, I didn’t get a chance to update my progress the last week because I was busy reading and celebrating the holidays. So here’s a what I read between the 22nd and 31st:

The last 8 are all novellas that I read on the 31st. In the end I was half a book short of my goal. If only there’d been 30 extra minutes to the year lol. But 37 (15 novellas and 22 novels) books in 30 days is impressive.

On to next year and another 52 books. Maybe I can convince myself to spread them out this time.

 

Yeah, right.

Goodreads challenge update #3

My kids had another four day weekend thanks to snow and now Christmas break is upon us. Having them home all of the time is cutting into my reading because they keep wanting my attention. Darn kids–don’t they know what’s important?!?

Goodreads challenge update #2

Two weeks have gone by. When the month started I needed to read 39 books in 30 days. A daunting task. The first week I made it through 9 books. The second week slowed a little with my kids having snow days on Thursday and Friday. I only finished 4 books and am mostly finished with the fifth. Hopefully next week will be more productive because I’m getting farther behind.

I now need 25 books in 17 days. I need to find novellas to keep up this pace. Read this week:

Goodreads challenge update

Well, it’s been a week and…

It’s not going too bad. I’m now 25 books behind schedule. That’s 29 books in 25 days. Totally doable, although Christmas might cause some problems. I’d like to thank whoever came up with the idea of adding companion novellas to series. They make for short reads that add to my book count.

In the last week, I’ve read 6 full novels and 3 novellas. 2,368 words.

Read this week:

Yeah, I’m a sci-fi kick this time. I’m rereading a bunch of series I read years ago. Mostly ones I never finished because their last books weren’t out at the time.

Challenge Accepted

Every year I sign up at Goodreads to read 52 books–one for each week of the year. And every year I end up behind, scrambling to finish in December. This year is no exception.

I am currently 34 books behind schedule! *smh*

Can one even read 39 books in 30 days?

Challenge accepted.

In Memory…

November 27 marks the 16th year celebrating my mom’s birthday without her. She would have been 68 this year. Miss you, Mom.

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One of only a few pictures I have of my mom and oldest daughter, taken about a month before she died.

Throwback Thursday

My youngest daughter being hella adorable back in 2009. She had just turned 3. She used to love to wear dresses back then; not so much at age 10.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

Bellamy doesn’t let him pass. “How about you go talk to your girlfriend and leave Clarke alone. She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“She apparently doesn’t want to talk to you either.”

“Which is why I’m here and she’s there and we’re not talking. See how that works?”

–from my modern au The 100 fic

Flashback Friday Fic: Rainbow of Brushes (Firefly)

Welcome to Flashback Friday Fic where I go back and repost fic I wrote years ago.


rainbowbrushesFirefly/Serenity
River, Jayne (no pairings)
River really is a tad loony as Jayne finds out…the hard way.

275 words | rating: T


Red plastic, cold and hard, flecks of paste still stuck between the bristles.

Plain white, utilitarian, always perfectly clean and kept in it’s case.

Dark green, worn and battered, half the handle broken off, the bristles crushed from months, no, years of use.

Hand carved of ancient ivory, bristles so fine and white they glistened, Chinese characters inlaid in jade on the handle, a piece of art in itself.

This one buzzed when you pushed the button. Bzzz, bzzz. The bristles were green and in a circular pattern, bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Pink and sparkly, a cheerful tune played if it moved.

Another plain plastic one, this in brown with a soft rubber grip at the end, clean and new.

This one was her favorite, though. She picked it up and held it to her eyes. Inside the clear blue plastic swam tiny little orange fish. At least they were supposed to look of fish but they were a mite too small and made of plastic to be real fish. But they floated and bobbed up and down the handle. But if you shook it too hard bubbles formed, and the fishies were obscured.

“Girl, what in the gorram world are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the floor like the captain asked,” River said as she pushed the red brush against the cold steel decking.

“Gwai-gwai long duh dong! That’s my toothbrush,” Jayne yelled.

Without looking at him she held up the glittery pink brush. Jayne snatched it from her hand.

“Crazy nutter,” he mumbled as he stormed back to his bunk, a cheery tune following him as he went.

“You’re welcome,” River called after him.


This story was originally posted at livejournal on February 3, 2008. It has been slightly edited for grammar and clarity.

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