Friday, April 29, 2011

I was stolen recently... apparently

And they weren't smart enough to put in a different address, so the credit card they applied for came directly to ME. Um yeah. And I called and sure enough, fraudulent account for... food? for something glamorous and extravagant? For some desperately needed thing to survive? Yeah, no. For THE HOME SHOPPING NETWORK. Wut?

Luckily, I was all over this and checked out my credit report and made the appropriate calls. Though now I have a fraud alert on my account, which means if we were to apply for credit, it won't go through until they call me. Which seems like it should maybe be the norm, no? Also, there was a previous address on my account for IOWA. Freaking Iowa! I have nothing against it, but I don't know that I've even BEEN to Iowa, let alone lived there. It's almost like there are these computer bots creating fraudulent information for folks, but they don't end up using then all, since that past address never opened anything in my name. Also, hello, credit agency-- if I lived in Iowa in October of 1999, how is that my current residence has been my current residence since 1997, as reported by YOU? Just sayin'. Maybe you could come up with a program that catches little discrepancies like that?

So. Moral to the story: I would recommend going here and checking things out. It's for real free, not freecreditreport.com free where they make you sign up for some program to see your "free" report. You can access your report for real free from the above site from the three agencies one time each year without cost. (three total, one each agency a year)

Go. DO IT NOW. If nothing else, you'll find some credit accounts you were sure you closed but are still mystically open... I did.


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Moving!

Loaded up the truck and moved to Bever -- over here, actually. Still Blogger, so come on over.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Balance

We're a paradox. A walking, breathing, moving oxymoron, eternally hopeful while wallowing in depression. We accept niceties and smile, wondering all the while Why us? And when the day grows darker, and the offerings aren't as kind, those wonderings turn fearful but still ask Why us? And as we accept the road ahead, even as we look to greener grass and bluer skies always just beyond our fingertips though very much alive in our thoughts, we think to our future, Why not?

We like feeling sorry for ourselves. There's a deliciousness to being slighted and forgotten, and we revel in it, hot tears and hotter baths, sappy songs and downcast eyes.

We live for the hurt as much as the hope.

Until one of them is realized, until the hurt is genuine and moves beyond satisfying self pity and into genuine pain and loss, until the hope is achieved, a disappointing reality.

But it's the until then and the why us, the why not that drives us out of bed and into another bright day full of potential for hurt and hope.

We live for the balance.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween!

Trick or treating is done, and the boys made a haul. Tomorrow, I begin NaNoWriMo -- add me if you're on there, I'm motherofboys247.

I'm off to finish Halloween with a few Buffy eps from season 5, two of my very favorite: Checkpoint and The Gift.

In the meantime, hold my place. I'll check in with my progress on NaNo.

As long as I have a rough manuscript (yeah, really rough) by month's end, I will have succeeded. Then I give myself to May to revise. I'm dreaming, aren't I Jaimes?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

This is the makings of a good day

During an interview, a professor of writing said she especially liked my cover letter. She said it "had a voice." I will probably be teaching a course or two for them in the near (January) future.

Yes. That is a good day.

Carry on.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

What I love about writing

What I love about writing:

--The thrill of nailing a particular sentence, scene, or moment.
--Getting good advice, talking through a scene, or just plain commiserating/communing with other writers.
--Hearing a fellow writer has "made" it: gotten an agent, sold their book, made the list.
--Feeling like I have a "project" going that will hopefully one day move from my hands and heart into the public's.
--Feeling like I am an artist, creator, and the Queen of all I imagine.

What I dislike about writing:

--The subjectivity. Is someone giving me a good critique, or should I go with my gut?
--The despair of knowing a particular scene, sentence, or moment is DEFINITELY going to need a rewrite, but trying to push past it when the words won't come.
--(And if I'm painfully honest?) Hearing a fellow writer has "made" it: gotten an agent, sold their book, made the list.

But we keep doing it, we push past the insecurity and certain self doubt and live for the days like today when someone says, "Yours stood out. It had a voice." And it's not because we're glory hounds-- it's knowing we're not crazy. It's outside validation that we should continue, so we can someday be the one with the good news.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Who's with me?

I'm doing NaNoWriMo for the first time this year. I'm going for it. My goal is to get 30,000, but if I get 50,000 I won't complain.

If you sign up, I'd love to be your buddy-- I'm motherofboys247. :)

I'm going to bang out that rough draft of my ghost-seeing teen and her bipolar mother and the aftermath of attempted suicide.

Honestly, it's not that dark, haha. It's all in your style/tone, I suppose.

So, join and add me as a buddy. You know you want to...