WHAT I’M READING
I FINALLY got around to reading a series before SummySeries ended! Right now I’m working my way through DAYS OF BLOOD AND STARLIGHT by Laini Taylor. It would go a whole lot faster if I didn’t have “help.”
WHAT I’M WRITING
Working on yet another round of JULES’ revisions. I’m hoping to have this one done by the end of September. I’ll eventually dive back into the query trenches.
Earlier this week I signed up for YA Buccaneers Fall Writing Bootcamp to help me meet my goals.
WHAT INSPIRES ME RIGHT NOW
Firefighters. People who walk their dogs. See “the bad” below.
WHAT ELSE I’VE BEEN UP TO
It has been awhile since I last did a WUW, so bear with me, this’ll be long.
Sharks and tornadoes and Ian Ziering, oh my!
My younger bro and I watched Sharknado 2 and it was as glorious as we’d hoped.
I don’t want to wait…
I watched Dawson’s Creek (for the first time) and it was so hilariously cheesy that I spent most of each episode reading online recaps and laughing myself to tears. I’ve made it about halfway through season 1 and I’m sad(?) that Netflix is taking away the soapy goodness later this month. Why, Netflix, why???
And in my opinionation
I’ve been re-watching Blossom on the Hub Network. It’s another slice of 90s nostalgia and how did I not notice the horrible continuity errors when I first watched it?
And how could I have forgotten Joey Lawrence’s brief music career??? (you’re welcome)
Or the angst that was Blossom/Vinnie. They’re ridiculous. Seriously.
Despite all the issues, the show did do some things right, most notably recognizing that teen girls were people, too, and they had periods (whoa!) and sexual urges (WHOA!) and all kinds of grown up feelings. They didn’t just sit around demurely waiting for a man to swoop in and make her Mrs. Man. So yay for that.
Into every generation a slayer is born
I FINALLY finished watching Buffy and Angel and it only took me six months! The bulk of the watching time was for Buffy seasons 6/7 which were my least favorite. The early seasons were full of camp, 90s nostalgia, friendship, witty remarks and all the feels. The later seasons were darker, which wasn’t an issue (there were some stellar season 5 eps); it was the fact the darkness turned into depressing drag.
Season 4 was my least favorite of Angel (cringe-worthy hook-up storyline). Overall, I liked the series, even though I didn’t particularly like Angel himself. If the rest of Angel Investigations wasn’t around, I wouldn’t have been able to keep watching because I can only taking so much brood.
But wait, I did more than watch TV this summer!
I ate lots of garden veggies (and even helped pull weeds from aforementioned garden. Well, like once or twice I did that).
I spring (summer) cleaned.
I had lunch with my grandmother and her husband when they were briefly in town. It was lunch, but my younger bro and I both ordered breakfast.
I played pool. Note: I suck.
I watched a deer wandering around near my apartment:
I discovered a book house on a walking trail in town! Cute, huh?
And now onto…
Last Wednesday I had just logged back into work after lunch when someone pounded on my door. I opened it to find a woman that works in the doctor’s office on the other side of my building.
She said, “You have to get out, the building is on fire.”
I said, “Oh. Shit.” (my actual words).
Then I pushed my sleepy, bewildered cats into their carriers, jammed my feet into shoes, grabbed my bag/keys/phone, and rushed outside. Sure enough, there were flames shooting from the roof of the other end of the building.
Long story short:
My apartment is fine. So are two others.
The doc’s office sustained water damage (ruined carpet, partially collapsed ceiling).
Another apartment had minor smoke damage.
The fifth apartment (where it all started) was partially destroyed.
The cause was an improperly disposed of cigarette. From what I’ve heard, it was flicked out into the rain gutter. You know, that place where leaves and other debris (kindling) collect.
I could rant for an hour (I have ranted, to family and friends), but now I’ll refrain and say I’m grateful to the woman walking her dog who saw the smoke and alerted the doctor’s office and I’m grateful to the fire department who responded so quickly.
Also, a PSA: make sure you have an emergency plan/kit. I’ve had “make a kit” on my to-do list for years, and it just got bumped to the top.
The thoughts (or lack thereof) that go through your head in a situation like this are weird. After “Oh. Shit.” I went into robot emergency mode. Shoes/cats/keys/get out. I didn’t even think about grabbing photos or keepsakes until after I was outside, even though I have thought about (in the abstract way that I’m sure most of us have) what I would grab in the event of a fire.
I later discovered I hadn’t logged out of the work server but I HAD turned off the music I was listening to. No clue why. I don’t even remember doing it.
It was a disorienting situation in the middle of the day and I can’t imagine how much worse it would have been in the middle of the night.
I’ll say it again – I’m grateful to the people who helped and I’m grateful no one was hurt. This could have been a whole lot worse.
Additional PSA: Stop smoking. It’s gross.