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Updates! (aka All of the Things!)

Update

Is it just me, or does that word look funny to anyone else?

New week, new post. We, here, at ChAoS attempt to maintain a regular posting schedule with regular things sent to the medias of socialness. It doesn’t always work though. Life is just too damned hard with way too many demands. Some might be self-imposed demands but that is entirely beside the point. On to the updates!

A few pages updated here on the website with new or corrected info (why don’t you people tell me when I have typos and lame shit all over the place?!). I have removed some blog posts that were not going anywhere.  We had a very productive weekend here at ChAoS, cleaning things out and getting stuff organized. It was entirely exhausting and I hated every minute of it but, such is life.

Words were written both by hand and by keys. It seems to be working well to do it that way even if the stuff by hand takes much longer to write in that capacity. Words by keys is producing a nice story that should be ready for publication by the end of October – quite excited by that so I will be ramping up for that in the very near future.

Words by hand is producing Clockwork Gods at an excruciatingly slow pace but this is, ultimately, a good thing. Trying to produce it by keys was making no sense at all because my brain just went ‘BLAH!’ and then there were words and things and none of it worked together because scenes didn’t make sense – it was awful; total anarchy.

Timeline for Ashes is finally starting to take shape. And, let me just say, that timelines are really, really HARD. I mean, seriously, wtf? I understand it’s my world and my characters and blah, blah, blah but Jesus! Sooooooo many things. That will be a work-in-progress for the next ten years at this rate.

Then, of course, in all of this updating and cleaning of things, I come to realize that we are already halfway through the month of September. Like, what!? When did that happen?? Apparently when I wasn’t looking. So, now I have all the tubs for fall taking up space in my newly rearranged living room and making my house look like some underground laundry monster threw up all over my furniture. It’s amazing. Or something. This, of course, also means that it is time to decorate for Halloween (YAY!!!!) which then reminds me that I have a month and a half until NaNoWriMo begins (GAH!!).

I have NO clue what I’ll be doing for NaNo; none; zero; zilch. I hadn’t even thought of it until a writing friend began lamenting her lack of idea for this year. My tiny mental voice suddenly went ‘Well $*&@^!’ because there is just a giant empty void there for something that I am normally planning in June. #failwhale

AND I’ve totally dropped the ball with the work I do under my pen name for all things erotica (yeah, I write that stuff too – – or, did; do when I have the wild hair crawl up my posterior to do so). #doublefailwhale  That sucks too cuz that was actually bringing in a nice little side income and now, because my brain is uncooperative and entirely unpredictable, those particular brand of words has ceased and I’m just thinking of closing that entire thing down entirely. We shall see.

And, now, of course, there are school meetings and volunteering, and practices, and appointments…

My brain requires a vacation.

Upcoming Calendar:

Spirits Among Us – October 2017

Heart of the Matter (part of a Steampunk Anthology) – Fall 2017

Demons – January 2018

Clockwork Gods – October 2018 (tentative)

Ashes to Embers – October 2019 (tentative)

2017 NaNoWriMo – HELP!!!

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The Glory of the Interwebs

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Everyone loves the internet. It has, single handedly, changed everything about how humanity communicates, does business, retrieves and stores information – all of it. You can find a therapist and speak to them ON LINE without setting a single toe out of your front door (or out of your bedroom if you so choose). You can shop and chat, research, read, and watch TV.

So, why today? Today when most people are remembering the atrocities of the past or praying for the future of a planet that seems to have gone to Hell in a hand basket recently, why do I choose to discuss the internet?

Many reasons, actually, but not the least of which includes my ability to multi-tasking all of the things that I need to do while sitting in my chair. Ok, no, not all the things. I can’t do my laundry from my computer (though there are washing machines that can now be controlled by a smart phone; little iffy on that one). I can’t make sure that my son stays on the sofa without physically moving to go lay eyeballs upon his wiggling person. I can, however, order my groceries for pick up tomorrow while emailing the local driving school so that I can get my oldest enrolled, and shop on Amazon for yet another bag of stupidly expensive (and now much cheaper thanks to Amazon) cat litter for my high maintenance cat. Plus, I have a window open for my current creative work in progress, music playing and email cycling so that I can watch for notices from school, band, husband, etc., etc., all from the comfort of my brand new office chair (also ordered online).

The news comes to me in little balloons at the bottom corner of my laptop. I know about the devastation in Florida, the continued fires in the west and the stupidity of over inflated egos from the so-called leaders of the world. If I feel like watching more of Stranger Things instead of listening to music, I can do that and let my ill child watch endless episodes of My Little Pony undisturbed on the big screen in the living room.

The internet has its pitfalls, of course. There is cyber crime, identity theft and predators abound. There are trolls on social media that exist only to make life miserable for others but, in general, the internet is what makes the world go ’round even if it is just the small, mostly self-contained world of one SAHM working on her next story.

My groceries will be ready for me tomorrow morning; my craft things and litter will arrive on Thursday and my volunteer hours can be logged for band without anyone nagging me.

Gods bless the interwebs. May it continue to be a bastion of endless possibility in a world that is slowly falling apart.

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They Can Open Doors…

“Are you sure you closed the door to your sister’s room?”

The answer was, of course. And then…

The crash heard ’round the house! Birds chirping everywhere! The entire zen of my morning vanquished by two very naughty cats. Oh yes, my big orange curmudgeon (named Kurama for the 9-tailed fox from Naruto; has the same personality too…) has learned to open doors. Why? Well, because he wants to go back to the outside. Except that an actual fox nearly ate him a couple weeks back and left a rather nasty scratch across his belly. He has a scar now and, no, he did not contract rabbies – he’s vaccinated and just that fucking stubborn.

Why does this even matter?

Well, short of disrupting my morning routine and throwing my creative thought process right out the dammed window, it also now makes me a semi-prisoner in my own home and allowed for the Houdini of all dogs (aka, mine) to escape into the wild blue yon. So, not only was my morning creativity ruined, but my morning errands were ruined too when I got a call from the local neighborhood police department (yes, we have one) saying that they had my adorable senior citizen of a fluff ball. Grrr. Cart abandoned in Target, I go retrieve the dog, race home to make sure all things are as they should be, all animals accounted for and alive (including the birds) then go back out to pay for my abandoned cart and then proceed to spend another absurd amount of money at the pet store on specialty food and litter. Double Grrrr.

The return to school was supposed to mean peace and quiet for me to get back into my routines; to find my lost creativity and maintain a semblance of cleanliness in my home.

HA!!!

Yeah, right, lady. Your cat knows how to open doors. What hope do you possibly have of normalcy???

None. I have no hope.

Headdesk

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Sleep, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

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in·som·ni·a
inˈsämnēə/
noun
  1. habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.

This has been my life the past few nights: scrolling through my phone because I have, somehow, upset my beloved lover Sleep. She has left me barren, flitting away at the unholy hours of the morning only to return in the late evening but for a few, teasing hours.

Why?

Could it be the excitement at having the children return to school? The thoughts rolling around in my head of things that need to be done in the house or just in prep for the impending school year? The new story line ideas or the insane amount of laundry I always seem to be doing but can’t do in the middle of the night because it’ll wake everyone else up (actually it might not… note to self if this continues).

Labor Day is generally a day of rest for those that labor, yet, I labor all the same because there is no rest. Yes, I am one of those awful parents that does a glorious happy dance when the children go back to school. It has been a VERY long summer. Two teenagers, a tween, and a Tyrant do not make things easy when all of them inhabit the same space no matter how big or small that space might be. I want them gone to their respective institutions of learning and I want a blessed moment of peace without someone asking me to open a juice box or take them to the mall or a friend’s house or listening to them argue over who gets to use the Playstation next.

Trust me, I am plenty involved in my children’s education and all their extra curricular activities that, in and of themselves, turn into full-time jobs on my part.

I have home projects that need doing and lists of the things that I need for said projects. I have snack sorting to do for easier lunch packing in the evening because it is just easier to grab the baggies straight out of the bins than to pour them out as needed. I have two kittens that have discovered their newly given freedom through the house at night – – and all of the wonderful things that they can knock over, leap off of, or tumble across.

I have ideas. Oh, do I have ideas! It doesn’t matter that I am in the middle of sorting out my timeline for a very complex world or assisting in putting the last touches onto the next anthology or a brand new notebook with the beginnings of a continuance of the story soon-to-be-published (because BAM had no Wi-Fi for me to use so I had to go all old school on myself). No, none of that is enough. My brain needs new ideas, new shiny pretty things to distract me from the ultimate goal of full-novel publication.

I have a book from the library that I am now reading by phone light (no, not screen light, the actual flashlight on one’s phone). At this rate, I’ll be done with it by mid-week and need to pick a new one to devour in the wee hours of the morning.

But why?

I thought, well, maybe I didn’t take my meds – except, that I did. I counted. I am not lucky enough for naps (like, at all) and there is nothing even remotely riveting about late-night television to hold my interest.

So, WHY??

The answer is: I don’t f*ing know. Random manic episode, perhaps. Crazy burst of insanity to counteract the twinges in my back that continue to plague me, maybe. Who knows. Normally, I am more productive in these strange lapses of restorative slumber, and I have not been entirely idle. As I said, I have been reading and even did a little bit of phone-light writing. I also now have the potential to do laundry if I fancy a trip down to the main level where the cats carry out their midnight derby across my highly slippery floors.

Tomorrow the schedule returns to ‘normal’. Tomorrow, peace may resume and maybe, just maybe, sleep will return to embrace me once again. Maybe.

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Apoc-eclipse!

partial-solar-eclipse-clouds.jpg Looks scary, doesn’t it? Sorta, apocalyptic style creepy in its own ethereal beauty.

Today is the day everyone has been clamoring for; the day that has created the equally apocalyptic insanity on all of the highways heading south from the east coast states. Everyone is heading to the states where the eclipse will achieve totality. Ev-ery-one.

It’s actually rather annoying. My family and I have been landlocked since Friday thanks to all of the absurd traffic. That’s good for my words and edits, but no so much for anything else (like getting groceries and running errands and all the other normal things that people do on the weekends).

Of course, the true irony of the day is the overcast sky that has greeted us this fine, gloomy morning. It’s as if the universe felt like taunting everyone that scrambled about to find viewing glasses and paid obscene amounts of money for them. Back in my day…

Oh yea, it’s one of those stories:

Back in my day, I do recall watching a solar eclipse. It was not a total eclipse, but still incredibly awesome for my eight(ish)-year-old self. We didn’t have fancy glasses then. We had cardboard viewers that we made in class with scissors and hole punches or pins. We got to watch the shadow of the eclipse pass along the hot asphalt.

I remember running out to the playground to see this dinky little shadow. I remember how excited I was, how thrilled I felt to be a part of something so historic.

Oddly enough, I do not feel that way this time and it is an event that was is even more historic than the first time I got to see this. It is a bit overcast where we are and I have my children with me this time. They don’t seem too excited either, though I can’t seem to fathom why. It is kind of a big deal and we’ve discussed it and made a show of going to watch this event at the library but all I get from them is ‘meh’.

Perhaps it is because I do not have the giddy, childhood excitement that can rub off on my own children. Maybe they feel my lack of thrill.

Oh well, we will still go out to see the eclipse and try not to fry our retinas in the process. I’m sure there are tons of people running around today praying to several higher beings to save them from this strange demon-induced blanket of blackness that will take away all of our life-giving light. You know, for two minutes. Tee hee. Weirdos.

To totality!

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Some Time Off (aka Time for Revamping)

unplugYes, I have been on a long hiatus. I haven’t been entirely idle in my hiatus, but it has been necessary. The last few weeks of summer were already packed with a lot of hectic running and lunacy. Trying to maintain blog, kids, social media, words, publishing, editing… it’s a lot. It’s WORK.

So, you will pardon my break while I take some time to gather myself, throw some updates to the page, figure out the next plot source and get some actual work done. And, maybe, I might just get some relaxing done while I’m at it. Maybe. Doubtful, knowing my luck, but one can hope.

So, stay tuned, there will be some changes coming along and then we’ll ramp back up again once the school year kicks into high gear and I have a little more time to myself.

Cheers all.

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Me

Since we rolled right into the holiday week(end) right after the first Choose Your Own Adventure, I’m going to give it one more week for folks to read and comment if they want to. This week, as the world resettles from what many took as a “vacation week” and the curtain of fun comes to a close, we here at ChAoS would like to do something a little different, a little weird.

Allow me to introduce you to my Pinterest Page about me

This is my landing pad for all things Chelle. Things that resonate as being part of who I am, of what I think about, or just things that very adequately represent me (like all the #shortgirl problems… yeah, that’s no fun). It is a little peak into the total nuttery that makes me, well, me.

Those little goofballs in the picture, those are my spawn; the ones that nag me at all hours of the day for snacks or entertainment or desperate need to have a brownie sundae RIGHT NOW. They keep me gainfully unemployed with all their running about and activities and then turn around and ask when my book is coming out.

That goofball down there is my beloved. He makes sure we can pay the bills while our spawn ensure that I stay gainfully unemployed with all their needs and wants and stinky laundry (yeah, usually 3 loads of that a day, btw. Ew.)

 They are just a part of the ChAoS that rules my existence but they are also my inspiration and the swift boots to my rear that keep me going, that make sure the words keep coming until the day that I can say ‘LOOK!’ and actually point to MY book sitting on the shelf. It’s starting. The Tales of the Black Dog Anthology is a start and I have more planned in that particular world that I created. I have my fantasy series that the Choose Your Own Adventure is part of and I have the steampunk setting that will be featured in an upcoming anthology as well. So, progress is being made despite interruptions and a cry for cheese sticks to be opened or more computer time to blast block-figure zombies. It is life, plain and simple and now I get to share it with all of you.

 

 

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An “Experience” as Told by Shutterfly

On this rare occasion in which I allow you all to take a glimpse into my life, I will weave for you a tale of what happens when I try to travel.

On Saturday (June 17, for those keeping track of what day it is), I arose at the unholy hours of the morning to meet my very courteous cab driver in order to begin my journey. What journey? Why to the Magical Kingdom itself, of course! You see, my beloved husband had been in Orlando since the 9th at this point, enjoying the bounties of this Kingdom as well as getting his charm on with the ladies and gentlemen of InfoComm (it’s a big geeky-type tech convention; part of the biz). His stay extended through to Monday the 19th so he says to me ‘The Chelle, come down to Florida and we shall enjoy the fruits of the Kingdom together!”

This was my reaction:

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“It’s all so beautiful…”

So, I ditch my spawn, pack my things and beat feet to that airport post haste… only to wait for FOUR HOURS thanks to a delayed flight. FOUR. HOURS. I drank a lot. Mimosas are $14 each at the airport – did you know that? Well, they are but I had nothing better to do so down they went! My conveyance eventually arrived and off I went to Orlando with more mimosas, this time free of charge, consumed on the way there.

I arrive in (not) sunny Orlando and the vacay begins!! Please reference the picture above for my reaction to visiting Disney World in (almost) all its glory. We visited the Animal Kingdom and the Magic Kingdom over the course of Saturday (what was left of it) and Sunday. Here is where things will now get lengthy as I describe my first visit to this place of wonder.

  1. Having grown up in SoCal with Disneyland right around the corner, I, honestly, expected a little more out of the ‘World’ bit. Granted, I only visited two parks of the four but the two I saw were both fantastic and slightly underwhelming all at the same time.
  2. Their customer service is greatly lacking. No, they are not unresponsive or blatantly rude or anything like that BUT… I require certain accommodations because of my disability (no ankles, just leave it at that) that are mostly covered by renting a scoot-scoot (which I did) but in some instances, the scoot-scoot just doesn’t fit/work/etc and then the accommodations are required. Except, they were not given. “Everything is scoot-scoot compatible, ma’am, you’ll be fine” – LIES! Everything is NOT scoot-scoot compatible and sitting on a swinging chain isn’t really my strongest talent! Needless to say I was rather disappointed in them on that aspect. Happiest place on Earth – if you’re normal or have a mental disability (and, omg, don’t even get me started on that one); if you have mobility issues just suck it up with your little scoot-scoot and move on! Pfft.
  3. I am too old for the “wonder” of the Magic Kingdom. That is all.
  4. Pandora = awesome! I LOVED the new area based off the movie “Avatar”. Everything was lit up and glowy, made awesome noises and then I got to ride on a banshee!! Yes, a banshee!! It is a VR simulated ride and they make no qualms about it being so. You are fully aware that it is a VR simulator cuz they “link you” with an Avatar so you can experience flight as if you are really there. This is what hooked me – obviously the ride moves and shifts as if you are on the back of this giant winged dragon-looking-thing butfelt the banshee breathing between my knees; I could smell the scent of the earth and water, the fungi that we flew over. Wind rushed my face, water sprayed me as we soared through it. I believed that I was flying on Pandora! It was, hands down, the single most amazing ride of the weekend.
  5. King Ray – Who is King Ray, you might ask? Well, I will tell you. King Ray is a kind old retired navy vet named, obviously, Ray. We met him during the Lion King spectacular (very good show btw, highly recommend). We struck up conversation and he kept mentioning how well he knew the cast members, how great the show was, etc, etc. At first, we believed it all to be the boast of an old man – I mean, really, how could he possibly know all the employees and cast members of a park (several parks) the size of Disney World?? Well, because, as it turns out, the man has been coming to the park EVERY WEEKEND since 1971 except when deployed. As of 2001, when he retired and moved 10 miles from the park, he has been coming DAILY other than horrible, horrible weather or days when he is ill. Again, such a thing must be a boast, we thought… until every single cast member of the show waved to him, said hello, or blew kisses in his direction. WHAT?!?! Mind totally blown! This guy spends ALL his retired time at Disney World!! He has been “crowned” King at Belle’s castle because he is there so much and the cast decided that since there is a prince and princess (Belle and Beast, naturally) there must be a king – BAM! King Ray. Amazing.
  6. Evening dance party in Tomorrow Land – totally awesome.

Overall, I enjoyed Disney. I prefer Animal Kingdom over Magic Kingdom but, still, I considered it to be a good weekend. We even got to see Wonder Woman (AWESOME!!) Sunday night and were prepared for our flight the following afternoon.

Monday morning rolls around, we have a leisurely start to the day, gather our things and then make our way to the airport. Rental car is returned, bags checked, we settle in to have a nice lunch since we’re definitely early. No big. I will now point out that the entire weekend (and week, from what I understand) it rained quite a bit. Not constant, but enough that it was always wet and the clouds never really left except for brief moments when the sun fought its way through the cloud cover. So, it was no surprise when we saw rain while eating lunch and a little wind.

Our flight was delayed 30 minutes because of the weather. No big, right? Cool. 15 seconds after the delay was announced, everyone at the gate starts looking at their phones (us included) – flight canceled. Come again?? What happened to delayed? We sorta skipped right over that part!

As it turns out, while we were getting on and off rain, DCA (Reagan International for those of you not in the DC area), where we were scheduled to fly into, was getting slammed with a massive storm that quite literally stretched up the whole of the eastern seaboard. Uhm… ok, then.

We, along with everyone on the same scheduled flight, promptly queued up to figure out what to do next. We managed to get a flight going out at 3:35p to Dulles instead of DCA. Can! We had some time, went to kill said time and then the phone vibrates again – flight delayed 1 hr to 4:30p.

This was now my face:

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Since there was nothing that could be done except wait it out, we proceeded to kill our time only to be frantically called back to the gate at 3:35 to begin boarding the plane – – we’d been clear to fly.

Boarding begins; we are group C. Half way through group B, the check-in guy gets a call on his little red phone: something is wrong. We finish boarding and are told that in 20 minutes, they would make an announcement. Please refer to the face at the left.

Twenty minutes passes, it is announced that we are temporarily deboarding the plane as all flights have been grounded due to the wind in Orlando. Fine. Thirty minutes and a Starbucks tea later, we are allowed to board the plane again. We pull away from the gate, get the whole safety schpeal, roll out to the runway and… stop. Uhm….

DCA has grounded all flights due to weather. Plane must return to the gate and everyone has to get out; again. Yet again, please refer to the face above. We are told that we would have an announcement within 30 minutes, to hang around, blah, blah, blah.  Flight is then delayed until 6:50. Time to kill more time. While we are doing so, the phone vibrates again: flight canceled.

Well, shit.

At this point, we are tired, hungry, cranky, and ready to go home except that we cannot go home. An hour later, we finally make it to the counter for alternative options and the first alternative option is a flight that is, wait for it, Wednesday morning!

F*@& Ducks! Yes, that was my actual statement while I laughed like a loon at the absurdity of the entire situation. Please, let me now remind you that it was Monday and we would not be leaving until Tuesday.

Trapped! Stuck in the “Sunshine State” until Wednesday!! I very much felt like poor Fluttershy in this image: 

Not to be detered, however, my wonderful husband tried to make the best of the very annoying, nearly enraging situation. We get yet another rental car, book a cheaper hotel (that is not covered by the airline btw cuz weather isn’t covered by their whatever whatever clause), and go to find food first since we’d not eaten a thing since noon. Check in to hotel, then promptly turn around and go to Universal City Walk for dinner as it is now, at that point, the only thing open with food. It was good food too (Bubba Gump Shrimp Co).

Tuesday, since we’re now stuck in Orlando’s grasp until the following morning, we decide we are not going to sit in our stanky, mold-infested room (which we moved out of, btw). No, sir! We are going to have fun! We are going to see Harry Potter!

Having already visited Disney and, having been to Universal Studios Hollywood on many occasions, I expected Orlando to be similar if bigger. Imagine my pure, unadulterated bliss when I learned it was better. Not only better than Hollywood, but better than Disney!

fluttershy_squeakingI am not entirely certain that I will be able to adequately put into words what our experience at Universal was like, but I will try. If it seems flustered and chaotic, just refer to the picture at the left because that’s pretty much how I was the entire day.

1. Universal already started off with a major win in their guest relations department. Once again, I rented a scoot-scoot and, having experienced idiocy at Disney, I inquired about their disability services so that I might be prepared for the idiocy at Universal. Except, there wasn’t any idiocy. I was assured – many times – that every ride and location would be accommodating to my needs whatever those might be. Alright, I was willing to go on faith and then had it tested…

2. When we made it up to Diagon Alley after taking tons of pictures of old cars and neat things at the beginning of the park. Diagon Alley was PACKED so, in order to not run anyone over, I opted to park at the nearest convenient location and hoof it as best I could. A kind old man named Lee standing at an open door asked as I got out of the seat why I was in the scoot-scoot so I explained. He seemed rather surprised, but didn’t really question my weird feet issues further and then asked if we were there to have lunch. We didn’t actually know where ‘there’ was until he told another group of people trying to enter the door he stood at that the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron was further down and the wait was almost a full hour. Not really hungry, I said, no we can come back another time when the wait is not so long. He then insisted, however, that he would simply walk us in through the exit, that “he was allowed to do that sometimes” and did exactly what he said he would – he walked us through, told the head host of my mobility issues and we were immediately seen to a register to order food/drink and be seated. All told, we stood for maybe 10 minutes and no one rushed us (I’m slow, like snails). I was so impressed and touched by this kind man that I gave him a hug on our way out. The food was amazing, the decor of the Leaky Cauldron impeccable. The squeaking was well deserved.

3. Being Harry Potter fans, we easily spent nearly 4 hours JUST inside Diagon Alley. Keep in mind, there is ONE ride there and the rest is shops and things to see. It was that impressive. We bought wands, drank butter beer and fire whiskey, shopped for cloaks, took pictures and all along I moved my scoot-scoot as best I could until I could not and then walked around a bit until I needed to sit. Cast members helped me find parking spots so I would not be in the way or else helped with crowd control when they saw me. We did get on the one ride there (Escape from Gringots) and asked how to queue up – normally a little buzzer is given like for dinner reservation times and you go when your buzzer buzzes. However, since I had the scoot-scoot they didn’t even give us a buzzer – we were just ushered right in and quickly accommodated without question. I was floored. FLOORED! Those who have been reading this blog know that I have been to several theme parks in the last week and I have rented a scoot-scoot each time. NONE have been as understanding, accepting or accommodating as Universal has. Even when there was a line (on the Hogwarts Express) that I could not skip through, I was allowed to sit out of the way on my scoot-scoot to wait for our turn on the train.

4. Hogsmeade was just as amazing as Diagon Alley and more time was spent there before we floated through the rest of the park. We did not get on any other rides since the majority of them were water rides and neither of us had any desire to be DRENCHED so we walked around, scoped out the park for the kids, got lost twice, and thoroughly enjoyed the hospitality of Universal Studios and its employees. I cannot gush more about these parks than I already have. Everyone was having fun, every child smiling and happy, every family or group kept together – even a broken ride did not alter the joviality of the cast. We did the wave and clapped and wiggled in our seats until the ride could be fixed. It. Was. Amazing.

We ended our Tuesday evening with an early screening (ha!) of the new Transformers film which, we also enjoyed for it’s incredible humor and action sequences. I won’t spoil anything for those wanting to see it. We did, finally, make it home today (June 21), the first official day of summer, returned safely to our blessed reign of ChAoS.

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Home sweet home.
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Summer Time!

Summer

It’s here!! Parents and children rejoice! No more early mornings! No more hollering ‘where’s your backpack?!’ at 7am! No more shoving them out the door only to remember you forgot to medicate them (oops, total #momfail on my part; and, yes, I medicate one of my children – it makes him not a total and complete dick; yes, I said that too, it’s really ok).

REJOICE!!

But only for a little while. The end of school means we trade one form of ChAoS for another. Instead of hollering at children to get their little behinds on the bus, I will be hollering at them to get out of my office and stop reading over my shoulder. Instead of nagging me to drive them to this practice or that event, they’ll be nagging me to take them to the mall with friends or ask why we haven’t gone to the beach (never mind the fact that once we GET to said beach they immediately start whining about how bored they are).

This is how ChAoS works. Switch one thing for another. And, somewhere in all of that, I have a novel to write, stories to edit, and an anthology to help publish and promote (plus all the normal things that I do that don’t stop just because it’s summer time. In fact, I’m positive I go get groceries more often because they eat 1700 times a day).

Summer brings about the July version of CampNaNoWriMo where I will, once again, agonize over whether I should participate or not. Ultimately, I will decide to torment myself and then curse my laziness when I fail; again.

But, do you know what I do love about summer?

Writing in my hammock on the back deck (with plenty of OFF and tiki torches all around me). Enjoying tasty, ice cold adult beverages at all hours of the day cuz I have no real commitments except to my words (and, you know, throwing a granola bar or something at the kids once in a while). Eating s’mores and shortcakes in the glow of my screen after everyone has gone to sleep with the windows wide open so I can hear the songs of nature inspire me while I stuff my face and let me imagination soar. I love going to see the big summer blockbuster movies and then tearing them down to the sum of their parts as only a writer can.

It is truly glorious and it. is. finally. here.

R’amen.

Posted in Chelle, Stories

Story Time!

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I know, I know – I missed last week. Monday totally escaped me while I was still trying to wake up and then it was Tuesday and there were things and Wednesday just tore me a new one…  It was a hard week. This week isn’t looking to be much different as we enter the last days of the school year (already??/thank gods!!) when schedules change, running must be done and then more things happen with stuff and people and mornings. It’s a mess. Just one being giant cluster of ChAoS and weird.

Anyway, entirely beside the point.

In a couple of weeks I will be doing something fun, something a little different. Everyone remembers those silly Choose Your Own Adventure books we all read as a kid, right? The ones that let you pick whether the protagonist succeeded or failed, got eaten by the giant snake or turned it into his beloved pet – yeah those. Well, I have decided to do something similar with my own works and let you, the audience, decide what direction things should go in the comments. Fun, right?!

We’ll start with an introductory piece, something that isn’t too long – don’t want to lose your attention right out the gate – and then I’ll leave everyone with a choice (I’ll even make it a poll if my pathetic sense of tech savvy works in my favor). Let me know what you think in the comments, feel free to make suggestions if you have them and then, I will take those suggestions and write the next piece to be posted within 2 weeks of the first (just cuz, life, it happens).

I’ll even start taking suggestions for story topic if you’ve got them (though I have plenty of my own if you don’t) so let me hear from ya! Let’s write together!!