NaBloPoMo shamma lamma ding dong

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I don’t know Marge, and that’s the problem.  So today I decided I really need to get to work on Phone Kitten II, so I pulled up the file and realized that all my freaking tabs were wrong, wrong, WRONG.  I cleaned up the first two chapters and did the tab-tab-tab thing, and as soon as I tell you my woe, I’m going to do some proof reading and some rewriting.  Not in a big way, but there is an about that should be an above, and I think that needs changing, and that’s just page one.

So here is my problem, I love Emily. I love her lots.  and I am afraid now that I am working on her again she’ll be different.  That somehow I won’t get her “right”  although, to be fair, she has grown a little and she’s not going to be the same, but her essential Emily-ness, that is what I am afraid of losing.  Of course if I don’t do anything it is completely lost.  There really isn’t anything else to do but forage ahead.

Oh and so you know,  Dawn has inspired me to do this

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And since Iowa Lisa is going to be here for a week, expect that she’s going to be making some  guest appearances story wise.

The Real McCoy

There are a lot of McCoys

This is the original …

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 I have a certain fondness for him,  but honestly I prefer this  McCoy…

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 …because….

well the because is kinda obvious.

However, there’s a new McCoy in town, and I kinda dig him.

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Is it just me, or should Spock and Bones be holding hands?

Trek yourself

When I go to Sunday dinner with my parents, I always bring my cross stitch. I stay out of the kitchen when Mom is cooking,  but that doesn’t mean she stays out of my stitching.    She always has to take a look, which is fun if I am stitching something obscene.  However this time I was working on something for a friend who loves Star Trek.

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Mom: Who is that supposed to be?

Me: It’s Dr Spock.

Mom: That’s not Spock.

Me: It is too.

Mom: Spock’s ears were a lot bigger than that. His ears were huge.

Me: I don’t think he had huge ears, I think they were proportionate. They were just pointed.

Mom: Pointed and Huge. That’s a lame Spock, if it’s Spock at all. Maybe it’s McCoy.

First, it is Spock, I am working on McCoy now.  Second, it took me how many years to discover my Mother was a Trekkie?

PS. Becky has pointed out that it’s MR. Spock and that Dr. Spock is the pediatrician that changed how a generation was raised. Which makes  this an even more interesting conversation.  Is my mother a fan of revolutionary childcare?   Just to check, I googled Dr. Spock, his ears are kinda big, but I think that’s because he has old man ears.  It changes the meaning of  the whole conversation.

It’s not mean if it’s true ….

There was a contest at work for the month of August, and you know me I love a contest.  It’s not that I love winning, it’s that I love other people losing. I know that’s not one of my more admirable qualities, but it’s true.  Even as a kid, if I was playing a board game with my cousins,  and I had a choice of moving 6 spaces and winning, or moving 6 spaces and sending them back home, or to the beginning — home they would go.  One of the best things about people losing is that I come up winning. And I haven’t lost a contest at work for 6 years, till this one.  I got smashed by 20 points. I came in second.  Yeah, it was a bitter pill to swallow, but the $50 prize helped me get over it.

I wanted to show you how I spent part of my $50.  Look a box from Amazon!

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It’s after September, it might be time to change the dragonflies.

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As anyone who reads this blog knows, if there is one problem I have as a writer it’s grammar. Multiple books! I wonder …

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Someone is going  to have homework   to do.