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Hair of the Dog

I feel like such a bad blogger because I forgot to play a song last week for What’s Playing Wednesday. It doesn’t matter that I was at a convention. I need to plan ahead for these things!

Today is day 2 of life back in the “real” world. You know, the one where people don’t know me as Danica, where they wouldn’t understand if I suddenly lost track of conversations because the muse hits me upside the head with an idea and they have no idea what I mean when I say “I’ll electrocute your nipples”. Yeah, the real world. It sucks.

I really just wanted to go back to bed this morning. It doesn’t seem right to be jealous of pets, but I was. Both of those punks woke me up, made me feed them, let them do their thing and then they went back to sleep. What did I have to do? Get up and get ready for work because someone has to bring home the Kibbles n’ Bits. And that would be me. Of course, harkening back to the Ellora’s Cave party on Wednesday night, I have said on more than one occasion that “I will sell ass on the side of the road if I have to. Not my ass of course, but I have no problem selling yours. Or the cat’s or dog’s asses.” (I do, I just talk a good game.)

Anyway, today seemed like a perfect day to play Nazareth’s Hair of the Dog. I could use a little hair of the dog to get through the day, but that would require going back to Kansas City and I don’t think I want to do the security thing again. By the way, Jose from Da Hood (Cave Chaos radio) apparently has a thing about his nipples. Hence the “I’ll electrocute your nipples” thing.

Okay, I’m finished with my pointless ramblings. I need more coffee. Enjoy this while I start up a coffee drip straight to my veins.

Oh! And because I’m feeling cranky, let me tell you about Robert Friggin’ Quill. What? You’ve never heard of him? Well he’s an artist. Kind of like the Dread Pirate Roberts, except he doesn’t have a ship. I think. I didn’t see a ship and he didn’t mention it. No, instead he charmed me into spending money on a drawing that’s going to be awesome when it’s complete. And then he got Lea Barrymire. And Cassandra Carr (I think). And Regina Cole. And I have no idea who else, but if you get a chance, you should really check out his work because he’s quite talented. And charming. Friggin’ Robert Quill. And because of his charming, talented bull-shitting self, I can’t get the character I commissioned him to do a sketch of out of my head. She’s stuck right there *points to head* and she won’t stop telling me to write and to do her justice because she’s totally going to kick my ass if I don’t write her in the style he’s going to sketch her. Gee, thanks Friggin’ Robert Quill. You’re the best.

And I mean that. He is awesome. Except when he stirs my muse to become Diva Bitch. *sigh*


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Dreaded Monday

I mentioned on Twitter last night that I was already ready for Monday to be over. Does anyone else feel this way when Sunday evening rolls around? It’s horrible, isn’t it? We spend all week looking forward to the weekend and when it gets here, we dread seeing it end. Ah well, such is the life of the working person.

I actually had a great weekend. I didn’t go fishing like my brother-in-law wanted because I had too much to do, but that’s okay. We’ll go when his next hitch ends. Instead, I spent the weekend preparing for this coming weekend.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a crafty person and I don’t mind. Most of the time. Sure, I tried drawing when I was younger, but when you can’t draw a straight line with a ruler, you kind of give up. I have ideas, but I can’t execute them with pencil or brush. But I found myself enjoying the painting I did this weekend. I have masks I’m working on for promotional items during my blog tours. I didn’t come up with the idea, my aunt did, but I found that getting messy with paint was satisfying in a way. I liked blending colors and seeing what I came up with. I suppose the same thing can be said for writing.

I’m a words person, hello? I’m a writer! I think what I love the most is how one word change in a sentence can give it a completely different meaning. How the order of the words can convey anything from surprise, to anger, to sarcasm. It’s endlessly amusing to me. I suppose that’s why writing is my craft. Where my mom can alter her paintings to give a picture a sense of lightness and awe, I use words to convey atmosphere and tension. It’s all the same, isn’t it?

Words…they are my life’s blood. So is it any wonder I’ve invited six of the most artsy people I know to work with me this coming weekend? My mom, who is a wonderful artist, my sister-in-law, who’s a wonderful baker and used to design tattoos, my aunt and her daughter, who are ideas people and flexible in their art pursuits, my nephews’ girlfriends, who like to make things whether it’s picture collages or cupcake bouquets, and my sister, who vows not to touch a single paint brush. She’s a bit like me in the aspect of crafts, but she has a good eye and will be useful to keep us from getting too caught up in our designs.

I feel enormously lucky to have them on my side. They’re supportive and helpful and they’re doing this all without pay! Okay, so I’m buying pizza for them, but still! I see a lot of fun in store for us this coming weekend.

Ah, Monday…will you please fly by so I can get to the weekend already?


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