slacker chic

July 30, 2007 at 7:04 pm (A Royale Pain, A Whole Latte Trouble, Book One, book stuff, Book Two, celise downs, life in general, school stuff, The Job, The Other Job)

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oh. snap. july 8. not a memorable date that, just the last time i posted is all. its The Other Job. The one I have watching OPC (Other People’s Children). im looking into getting another job. in retail again, just never @ Charlie’s Muse. even though the discount was pretty sweet, no job is worth all the drama i had to wade thru @ that place. CA-RA-ZY.

the writing is going well for celise. the second part of her deadline is coming up at the end of august. i think she’s on chapter 6 right now. not bad, huh? i told you i was going to keep a lighter nearby. i havent had to burn any romance books yet. darn. or any butt hairs, for that matter. duble darn. shes made some comments about a new blog skin for my home here. im looking forward to that. i hope ill get some input in the design. i have a good eye for stuff like that, y’know.

she recently decided to make her monthly author newsletter a quarterly newsletter because she says she has nothing “worthy” to say on a monthly basis anymore. to her, it seems like the news never changes (except for the special annoucements and her event reminders).  the first round of agent queries went the way of the dinosaur. it sucked, to put it mildly. she stalled out at 41 rejections, 13 requests for partials and fulls, and 32 waiting to hear back from first contact. it’s been as dry as the desert we live in (although we’ve been getting rain like nobodys business lately) as far as responses go. the last email she got was the 41st rejection. on her bday. back in june! i dont know if thats like a bad omen or something.

shes a bit bummed, but shes not going to fall into a deep depression, either. (thank god, because she needs to finish the first draft of book 2 by nov 1). she said that shes going to concentrate on getting book 1 rewritten and then submit–and resubmit again–next year. as the aussie’s would say, “good on you, author lady.” chin up and all that rot.

school will be starting back up soon. on my b-day. whoo-hoo. and i say that with mega sarcasm. its going to get even more hectic (its not like The Real Job is going to go away any time soon), but im gonna try to post at least 3 times a week.

mon, wed, fri.

yeah. ill see how that works.

cmon, come in. im on the case.

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it’s her birthday, it’s her birthday

June 6, 2007 at 5:47 pm (A Royale Pain, A Whole Latte Trouble, Book One, Book Two, celise downs)

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yesterday, that is. celise turned…ow, that hurt (rubs arm where I was pinched). hey, no need to get violent woman. she wont let me say how old she is, but you wouldnt beleive me anyway if i told you. 

 she had a great day. how do i know this, because i spent the day with her.

NOT!

the bitch, uh miss author lady had a spa day and didnt even invite me to come with. i see how it is. im good enough to put in books, but not take to a spa, is that it?

oh. right.

i forgot about that. the free spa day i got in book one.

ahem

so……her website got a makeover and shes giving away prizes until sunday. go check it out.

im going to go sit in the corner over here and put my other foot in my mouth.

 cmon, come in. im on the case.

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One down, two more to go…

May 31, 2007 at 5:46 pm (A Whole Latte Trouble, book stuff, Book Two, celise downs, The Series)

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she did it! im so proud of her. celise finished the first 66 pages of my story by the deadline today. i know she blogged about it because something like this would be considered blogworthy.

 the next deadline is aug 31st. i know she can do it, but send some good writing mojo her way, wouldja?

cmon, come in. im on the case.

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Oh. Snap.

May 6, 2007 at 12:00 pm (A Whole Latte Trouble, book stuff, Book Two, celise downs, The Series)

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So today, I found out what my next assignment is going to be and, needless to say, I’m not diggin’ it. This is kinda how the conversation went down–after the little verbal bomb she dropped–with Celise:

Me: “Are you out of your MIND?”

Celise: “No, I–”

Me: ” I can’t believe you would do this.”

Celise: “Draven, I–”

Me: “You’re crazy. Absolutely not.”

Celise: “Not crazy. Just creative.”

Me: “Are you trying to get me fired? Why don’t you just throw me under a bus and kill me right now?”

Celise: “Okay, now you’re just being dramatic. You’ll do just fine, Dray. Really.”

Me: “Have you told everyone about it?”

Celise: “Well, kinda sorta.”

Me (crossing my arms over my chest, tapping my foot and frowning fiercely): “What do you mean by ‘kinda sorta’?”
Celise: “Well, I kinda sorta posted something on my blog…”

Me (racing over to my laptop and frantically bringing up her blog, then scrolling down because referencing posts on Blogger really sucks): “My ‘favorite hangout’? That’s putting it mildly, don’t you think? I practically have a cot in the back room! Oh, and the ‘drugs, guns, and rock’n’roll’? So not funny.”

Celise: “But what about that last part I wrote. I was—”

Me: “Just trying to butter me up.”

Celise: “Draven–”

Me: “I’m not doing it.”

Celise: “Yes, you are.”

Me: “I refuse.”

Celise: “You can’t.”

Me: “I’m not doing it. No way, no how.”

Celise: “Yes. You are.”

Me: “Am not.”

Celise: “Are too.”

Me: “Am not.”

Celise: “Are too.”

Me (putting my hands over my ears and closing my eyes): “Amnotamnotamnot. I can’t hear you, I can’t hear youuuuu….”

Celise (sighing in disgust. Probably. I’m not sure because I can’t hear or see her at this point): “Draven, you’re being unreasonable.”

Me: “Unreasonable. Unreasonable? Is it unreasonable of me to not want to—”

Celise (holding up a hand like a stop sign. Or to bitchslap me into next week): “Don’t. Say it.”

Me (big, gusty, irritated sigh. And an eyeroll): “Fine. I won’t. You practically gave it away in that post anyway.

Celise (totally fed up with me by now, I’m sure. Positively sure): “Go to your room.”

Me: “You can’t send me to my room. But I’ll do it anyway because I’m done talking to you.” [I can’t even slam the door because there is no door. Just a really cool beaded curtain]

Celise: “The writing has been going great, by the way. In case you care.”

Me: “Whatever.”

C’mon, come in. I’m on the case. Whether I like it or not.

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