Happy Birthday to Me! :)

Yes, dear readers. Tomorrow is my birthday! I’m turning 27, but sometimes my life’s experiences make me feel older… I’ll share them with you now…

If you don’t know me personally, I tried out college for several years, and decided that it wasn’t for me. But leaving school and entering the real world has been probably one of my worst decisions of my life, as most of companies that would be willing to hire somebody who’s as hard-working as I am are turned off by my lack of degree. So, stay in school people!!!

Having a sister that acts worse than I did at her age is another of my life experiences that have made me feel older. She’s only 9 years younger (and just about to graduate high school, I might add), but she keeps thinking she’s older than she is. She has been the cause of ALOT of drama over the past few months. I’m not sure she realizes that not EVERYTHING is about her and what she wants. It’s gotten so bad, that I don’t even want to talk to her anymore. Mostly because when we DO get the chance to talk/ get together, she either asks me for favors or she starts talking to me about how much our mom doesn’t get her. Or how she’s stunting her growth into college… That’s bad, right? My not wanting to talk to her sometimes, I mean… I’m sure everything’ll settle down as soon as my sister realizes that nobody is out to get her. Once she enters the real world, she’ll realize that the world doesn’t revolve around her. At least, I hope so…

I guess the last of the things that have recently started to make me feel old, is seeing all of my younger cousins (and siblings, as well) go off to college and leave with offers for AWESOME jobs while I’ve been fighting to get ANY job at all… Yes, I’ve had time to read and write as much as I want, but sometimes I wish I HAD gotten my degree. Today’s economy has made me think along these lines again. The eve of my 27th birthday has also been one of these things. I have an AWESOME job that makes me never want to leave at the end of the day. This fact alone, is VERY rare… Especially given the fact that I don’t have a degree… I’m such a kid at heart, that working for the Entertainment company I got hired for is perfect for my personality… But the only wrench in this whole line of thinking, is that I was one of the oldest people in my orientation group. I guess I still look like I’m in high school, because one of the ladies asked the group at large what date we all graduated. It’s funny, but it makes me feel old sometimes to be put in that category. Oh well!

On better tides, my birthday plans. I’m going over my parents’ house and we’ll be having pizza and cake. Seeing my family and Empty’s is going to be fun! We’ll be eating and talking about some details about Empty and my wedding Party. That’s ALWAYS good, in my book… I ALWAYS have fun hanging around with both my moms and my dads! YAY CAKE!!!

Quotes from friends.

Hey all. I’m just stopping by on my long list of things to do (mostly because I was taking a break from application dropping!) to show you a quote I found that fit my mood this week. I have my friend Jocelin on Facebook to thank for this one. And, here’s the quote…

“We could all take lesson from crayons: Some are sharp some are beautiful some have weird names, and all are different colors but they still learn to live in the same box. I am the author of my life. Unfortunately I’m writing in pen and I can’t erase my mistakes.”

Interpret this, if you will… and then you have my current mood…

ipad scam.

Of coarse there’s an ipad scam. If there’s something hot out there to get and the general public cannot afford it, there’s going to be a “free” scam for it. What am I talking about? Well, Facebook has been hacked for the zillionth time today. All because some stupid person decided to click on the “free ipad if you join this group” link. Dunno who it is, but there you go. Don’t blame the creators of Facebook. You only have yourselves to blame if you get scammed!


A rule of thumb that I follow. If it seems to good to be true, then it isn’t. Ipad just came out. How the hell do you think that they’ll be GIVING them the hell away yet? Remember, we live in a world that revolves around money. The creators of the Ipad will milk us for all of the money they can get out of it. It’s just a fact with anything “new and upcoming” out in that world of ours. So, nothing is TRUELY free. Especially if you have to do something like clicking on a link that says “free ipad if you join this group.” Then I’m sure they want your e-mail address and personal information. Uh, duh! They’re setting you up for a fool. They want to scam you!


Think about these pearls of wisdom before you click something like that, you dumb ass.


Now because of one such dumbass, Facebook has gotten hacked. Possibly all of it’s users as well. Nice going, dick wad!

Scratch That!

To all those that were as excited as I was, nevermind. The show is finished before it even started up again. It figures that once again, a girlfriend of mine stabs me in the back because I say something she doesn’t like. All I asked from Phoenix was to dial back her enthusiasm and pressure a bit so that I could relax and write all the things that I needed to make the show as big a success as we had been dreaming. Oh well. Differences of opinion have always been around, and I guess I’ll just have to accept it.


Yes, she and I have since talked it through and agreed never to use the same pictures and the GIRLZ logo. But I still kinda feel wierd about ever working with her again. We’ve agreed that maybe in the next week or so, we’ll go have coffee some time and just shoot the breeze and catch up like we were originally going to do in the studio. I think we were better friends than working partners, and I tried to express that to her on Saturday when she called.


Through this whole thing, I’ve realized that I’m teacher material, not DJ material. You’ll be happy to know, I’ve started the application process. If I get a full money loan, then I’ll go. With any luck, I’ll be going to school at the same time my sister goes. (She was ecstatic, about that part when I told her yesterday, BTW. . .)


For those of my friends on Facebook who got invites to the fan page, I have to apologize for it disappearing. And for bothering you several times with all the contests and GIRLZ-related adds we kept sending you. If you were wondering about what happened to the fan page, I have to admit to you that it was gone before I even realized it Thursday night. Apparently, she had the same fear that I did about me using the logo she created as well. So she took it down. Let me know in a rude e-mail, but she took it down and let me know about before I even knew she and I were in a fight.


I love Phoenix as an individual, don’t get me wrong. She and I have always had a difference of opinion about how fast and how far to take the things we undergo. That’s pretty much a given. Even when we were back at CSB, I admired her for knowing who she was. She always goes for what she wants out of life, and she wants to not feel held back. Both by a guy OR a girl with commitment issues. She’s high strung, but I DO like that in her, because that’s who I really am. I don’t show it as much as I used to when I was younger. Mostly because life hasn’t been the best to me… She’s older than me, so she’s always had more experiences than me, but I’ve always admired what she’s overcome. Hell, when we met for the first time in class, she made me want to be as out of my shell as she was. She’s been burned by people she’s worked with, as have I. She’s actually done a better job of protecting herself that I have against that. She takes a surgical strike, while I still tend to pussyfoot around and get upset when somebody stabs me in the back. I WANT to be able to do that.


You’ll be happy to know, dear readers, that yours truly managed to stand up to someone who has been a friend of mine and who has had a previous record of Mack-trucking me! That alone, should make you proud of me! Anyway, back to the real world with me!
Have a Blessed Work Week!

New Week, New Project

DJ Silver and Phoenix in the house once again! What does that mean, exactly? Well, she and I are going to be recording a new segment of our show. We haven’t done this since we graduated CSB in 2005. We thought it about time. If you want to join, please feel free. Details were put up on Facebook under the fan page for GIRLZ. (that IS the name of the show, after all!!!!) So go there and become a fan. Hopefully soon, we’ll be streaming it live via itunes. Maybe. Don’t jinx us yet. It’s still all in the works. . .
YAYYY. I’m SOOO freaking excited!

Yesterday VS Childhood

Alright. So the weather outside inspired me to put a post from “Winnie The Pooh and the Blustery Day” on Facebook. To my surprise, most of my family joined in. This is what we were referencing;

The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down
From:  Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day
Written by: Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman

[Chorus:]
The rain rain rain came down down down
in rushing rising rivlets
Till the river crept out of its bed
and crept right into Piglet’s
For Piglet he was frightened with quite a rightful fright
[Men:]
And so in desparation a message he did write
[PIGLET]  
Help!
P-P-Piglet
Me!
[Women:]
He placed it in a bottle and it floated out of sight
[Chorus:]
And the rain rain rain came down down down
so Piglet started bailing
[Men:]
He was unaware atop his chair
while bailing he was sailing
[Women:]
And the rain rain rain came down down down
and the flood rose up-up-upper
[Chorus:]
Pooh too was caught and so he thought
[Pooh:]
I must rescue my supper
[Chorus:]
Ten honey pots he rescued enough to see him through
But as he sopped up his supper
The river sopped up Pooh
[Men:]
And the water twirled and tossed him
In a honey pot
[Chorus:]
… rain rain rain came down down down
when the rain rain rain came down down down … (fade)

Stupid Wake-Up Calls

Dear Stupid Telemarketing Company,
No, we will NOT admit to being home when you called us at 8 AM this morning. No, we will NOT admit to being home when you called at 8:30. No, I will not be picking up my cellphone if you don’t allow it to ring on my end. All you’ve done this morning by calling twice before 10 AM has made the anti-morning people in this household pissed off and cranky on your ass. Thanks Assholes. Thanks for being the inconsiderate assholes that you are. Now, just bite me.
Sincerely,
One Very Pissed-Off Wiccian

Hey Again Folks!!!

I’m so sorry that I haven’t been back in awhile. I’ve been off working on job applications, as well as taming my Facebook addiction. Yeah. I think I’ll start with the subject of Facebook applications. If any of my friends have noticed that I’ve been fairly quiet on Facebook recently, it’s because I’m frankly getting bored. There’s only so many times that you can go back to each application before you get bored with it. I think that’s happened to so many of the ones I used to like to do. I used to have so many (and even less of a life). Then one day I decided that I only needed several to keep me away from the real world. Almost as a distraction as I eat my breakfast in the morning. Then the ones that I couldn’t do in that hour and a half were cut, due to that time crunch.

As to what I’ve been up to instead of sitting in front of the computer? Well, now that it’s less than a month till the holidays (and MORE importantly, MAGFEST), I’ve been working on my scarfs a lot more.

I want to deliver them the evening of December 21st, so those that want to help me bring them to local hospitals just have to let me know. I’m practically begging for help this year. . . Please. Those that are spending their holidays in the hospital due to chemo treatments need to know that we’re thinking of them and praying for their swift recovery. If you do nothing else to help your community this year, come prepared with home made warm-weather wear.

Another thing I’ve been doing, is working on putting the final touches on Empty’s present. As a Wiccian, Yule is actually early than the Christian holiday of Christmas. But I celebrate both, because my family is the latter. Both sides, actually. As is Empty’s family. So things have been twice as stressful in my apartment. See, it’s hard to go all out on the celebration this year with no money coming in on my end. Therefore, I’m trying to be as frugal as I possibly can. I know with a bad economy this year, ALL of our gifts are apt to be less expensive. That fact makes me feel a bit better, but there are many things that are getting skipped over. Mostly hanging out with my out of state Wiccian friends. That was the first thing to go, really.

Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love my family. They’re the only people that see you for who you really are, and don’t give a flying fuck. They all drive me crazy beyond belief, but they’re great people down below somewhere. Even those that are refusing to say in state because they can’t handle things well. Just because you have some imaginary beef with several members of your family doesn’t mean that you can not show up and try to be civil during the holidays.

I get that my grandmother’s human and has her own issues, but does she HAVE to take it out on everybody but the one she’s supposedly mad at? What the hell am I talking about? It has a lot to deal with something my grandmother told me back a few years ago. It’s kinda personal, and I don’t think she would appreciate me talking about it on the web. But this issue she talked to me about has a lot to do with the bullshit that she’s been spilling into her relationship with my mom, and therefore between her and my sister and I. She doesn’t handle things well. She disappointments the entire family recently by saying that she’s not going to be in the state for the holidays. She doesn’t handle things well. A relationship between her and I has become so poisoned that I was kinda GLAD that the bitch doesn’t want to spread her ugliness around us during the holidays. But the other part of me really wants her to be there. She is, after all, my blood. My grandmother. . .


Another button pusher around holiday time in our family seems to be the difference in religion on my part. But my usual beef with the religion thing will probably ALWAYS apply here, because we just don’t see eye-to-eye on it.

Just so you know, my lack of faith in Jesus as the son of God does not make me evil. I’m still a good person at heart. I just don’t worship the same as most of the known world. I get scared like you all do. I help my fellow man when I can. I believe that there’s some deity out there playing with my fate strings. I know that I don’t completely control my destiny, and I’m okay with that. I use this time of year to prepare for the new year. And by new year I’m referring to Yule, the Winter Solstice (also known as the first day of Winter). I celebrate the light’s returning. I light lots of candles to light the dark until the sunrise. Tell me, would you consider my custom evil?

Anyway, now that I’ve got my rant out of the way, I hope you can understand how much my family’s opinion of me rules the way I view things with them. Back to what I was talking about before I started my rant.

Oh yeah. I was talking about my stress. You can see that celebrating two different holidays can get to you after awhile. I guess I never realized how much I spent on people’s gifts, wrapping paper, and other miscellaneous preparatory stuff until Empty and I moved in together last year. Or how much time it ACTUALLY takes to send out the cards to people. Or how much postage you need to cover everything. Or how much time it takes to knit 15 scarves for people you never met.

You see, I’ve left 5 scarves to the last minute. That’s ANOTHER tick to why I’m stressed. I don’t want to disappoint the Cancer patients during the holiday season by coming up short. Hence my urgent plea for more help. I can’t stress how important that it is for me to make sure we’re prepared for the number of patients spending their holidays in the hospital. You know, Empty having Cancer and spending his 21st birthday in the hospital was bad enough. But to spend the holidays in the hospital and isolated away from their families in the hospital getting the harsh chemo treatments. It breaks my heart. 😦


Oh, and mixed in with all the stress of the holidays, I have to worry about making plans for MAGFEST. As some of Empty’s online friends mentioned last year, we almost have to prepare for every contingency. Almost as if we were going off to war or something. Lots of electronics get put on the list, as well as small foodstuff.

Magfest is great. I’m actually working it this year, and Empty (if you haven’t already seen his posts about the subject) is speed running 5 games in a Charity Marathon. Here’s the link, if you want any more details.

So, with that, I have to worry about how I’m going to do my 25 hours working in the Game room and then go cheer Empty on as he does his speedruns.

So, my current stress level has been gone off the charts because of all that stuff too. But once it is ACTUALLY happening, it’ll all be worth the stress. It always has.

Since we’ve talked, I’ve been working with first graders learn how to read with the Guided Reading program at Maple Hill Elementary School in Naugatuck. It’s awesome to see how much they’ve improved since the beginning of the year. Also, it’s time to be doing some testing with them too. Before they go on Winter Break, Mrs. Fickel (their teacher) has to test them to know where they are in the longer list of words they need to know in order to leave the first grade. Also, Parent-Teacher conferences. I give her a lot of credit for dealing with all this stuff for as long as she has. I had her when I was in first grade. I remember loving her so much, that I wanted to be a teacher. Just like her. Somehow, that dream got sidetracked. I’ve been trying, a lot lately, to find out how I got so far off track from that dream.

I’ve come to love those kids, even the trouble makers. Probably more than I got to love the kids in my U 5/6 soccer team, if that’s at all possible. I can almost see why Mrs. Fickel has kept going with her job. Seeing the couple of groups I’ve worked with improve as much as they have has been very satisfying. Even with the trouble makers and the stress of Parent-Teacher conferences, I can see that Mrs. Fickel feels VERY satisfied with her job at the end of the day. I have begun to see that I want that. Getting there, however, is part of the problem.



Let’s see, I’ve pretty much given up on the calorie count. It wasn’t really getting me anywhere because of the fact that I never wrote anything down as I was chowing down on it. But that’s all I REALLY want to say on the matter.

So before I leave you, I’ll leave you a nugget of information. Empty’s mother got the results of Mitzy’s toxicology report recently. It looks as if the only things in Mitzy’s system that night, were a bit of alcohol and some coffee. We got to find out from that report, that Mitzy had some form of heart problem that she didn’t even share with her sisters. And mind you, they were all so close. . .

Alright folks, time for me to get back to the scarfs and other projects. I hope to see you soon.
Blessed Be and Happy Holidays everyone!
Silverluna

12+ days??? Oops.

I guess I have ALOT to apologize for this time. 1st, for skipping an update over the past few weeks about how my diet is going. The 2nd, for my future bitching about the first subject. The 3rd, for not just coming out and talking about the details of my scarf project. 4th, I haven’t mentioned any of the books I’ve been reading recently. 5th, about anything of note that I’ve been up to besides #3 & #4.

Alright. Let’s talk about the more depressing news first (at least, it’s depressing to me). I think I’ve gained back all that I lost before the last entry. Let’s see;
The Week Before Last’s Weigh-in: 217.4
Last Week’s Weigh-in: 219.8
Today’s weigh-in: 218.2

Now that I think about it, mostly the only thing that changed since the last entry’s weight loss is the fact that I drank soda. I lost a lb when I stopped drinking it. So it’s a note to myself, that soda= more pounds in the ‘gain’ category. Also, I have to say that all the junk food I ate that weekend had finally caught up to me. I also have to say, me being sick made it hard for me to exercise all those extra calories off that normally wouldn’t have mattered in the grand scheme of things. The weight loss this week, is attributed to the fact that I didn’t eat anything more than soup and light meals for most of this week. Not the exercise thing.
Speaking of exercise, you can all be proud of me. I wasn’t feeling exactly 100 %, but I made myself walk the long way to the P.O. box and back (which means, I took a mile and a half more of a walk than was needed. 3 miles today was my goal, and I hit it hard!!!). It felt good to get off my couch for awhile. Especially since I’ve been a bump on a log for the past week.

The second piece of news, is that since I’ve been sitting on my ass, I’ve had more time to watch TV and work on my scarves for Cancer patients. I’m up to #4 now. That just means I’m working faster than I predicted. It feels nice to be ahead of schedule on SOMETHING . . .
So, other than watching LOTS and LOTS of “Ghost Hunters” and “Kathy Griffin’s ‘My Life On the D-List,” I’ve been trying to narrow down the list of projects that I’ve dropped over the years.
I’ve meant to re-read Stephen King’s “The Dark Tower” series. Started the first, the “Gunslinger.” If you’re looking for a new series, I recommend this one. I obviously liked it enough to re-read it, and gush about it in between reads.
There are other books on this list of my dropped projects list, including actually FINISHING a few of the books that my Creative Writing classmates and teacher recommended. Also, I’ve got a lot of stories that I’ve gotten off the internet to finish reading. You see, if you have a short attention span, there’s a website for you where you can read part of a story every day. Some are free. Some are as much as the book would be in the bookstores. If you want to see what I mean, go here.

So, you can see that I haven’t been up to TOO much this past couple of weeks. Other than what I mentioned, I spent this past weekend on Facebook, dropping a few applications into places, and doing more typing stuff up. And eating. Yeah. Did some of that before the cold got too bad. Marc was away in Mass at another convention. Missed him (Hence some of the food intake, if you must know).

As to the future of Silverdom? Let’s see, I’m going to be pet-sitting for my aunt and uncle when they go away. I miss having animals around, so I was VERY happy that she asked. Other than that, there’s not too much that’s coming up in my neck of the woods.

Anyway, back to putting in job applications. Talk to you all later.

New Look.

So, what does everyone think of this look? Too pink? I’m going to try it out for a bit. If it’s too much for my usual readers, please let me know. I’ll change it back. Anyway, gotta go get my beauty sleep for my sister’s birthday party and my dad’s soccer game. Yes folks, people over 40 play soccer too!!!
Later.

Yesterday in Review

Alright. Since I’m STILL awake, I guess I’ll give you a rant about yesterday. Weigh-in. Gained another 1.8 pounds. I’ll have to try to be more active and stuff like that.
Let’s see, Empty and I went to see a friend of mine (Nicole Zuraitis) playing at the Red Door in Watertown. She’s awesome, but I’ve known that since high school. She’s got an album on itunes. Download it, and you can see how she is for yourself. She does jazz.
Other than those two things (and the fact that I’m STILL wide-the-fuck-awake), that’s all that really went down in my world.
So, yeah. I’m going to go read. Just on the off chance that it’ll put me asleep. I’ve tried to listen to music and stare at this screen to make me tired, but NO GO. EPIC FAIL!!!!
Later.

http://www.nicolezuraitis.com/
P.S. Yeah, you can probably check out Nicole’s website to find her album too. Above is the link.

Support for an Ignored Breed

You hear many stories of loved ones going through all types of cancer, that we’ve almost gotten numb to it.  In all this, we forget that there are those out there that are hurting as much as those loved ones.  I commend the Livestrong Facebook page for making a mention of that today.  It’s also the caregivers of cancer patients who get lost on the forgotten list.  Honoring them is just as important as celebrating cancer survivors (or grieving those that have lost the good fight).

Yes.  I know this from experience!!! . . .






It all started with knowing Emptyeye’s grandfather for only that short time.  I know that his family still misses him to this day.  Then just under a year or so after losing his grandfather to lung cancer, Empty himself was diagnosed with a type of Lymphoma that was pushing on his heart.

The only reason we knew something was wrong, was that he had a cold that wouldn’t go away.  Not able to deal with it anymore, Empty went to the Dr’s.  He had had several x-rays taken, and the Dr. told him to go to the ER, as he had an enlarged heart (kinda like he had had several heart attacks).  Even before they really knew what was going on, we were all getting pretty scared.  I was so scared, that I left work that night to go home and asked my parents to drive me to see him.  I was such a nervous wreck that I don’t think I could have driven all the way out to Waterbury (the nearest hospital to both Empty and Myself, at the time) without causing an accident or getting into one myself.

It took a few days before the Dr’s really knew what was going on with him.  The whole time, I remember Empty bitching about having to spend his 21st birthday in the hospital. I admit, I got angry at him for doing so at the time.  Since, I’ve just assumed that he was protesting on something that was light-hearted compared to the cancer in order to bring in some distraction to both of his parents and myself.

I was just scared that I could lose him, that I might have gotten a bit freaked out.  (If you know me personally, you are now questioning the “might have gotten a bit freaked out” part)  I quit a job at Wal-mart that was good for me in order to stay by his side just in case the worst-case scenario happened and I lost him to the cancer.  The people at Wal-mart thought I was crazy, solely because they didn’t understand Empty and my promise to each other for our future.  Even at that point, the two of us were practically inseperatable.  I admit, I proposed to him after the arguement I had with one of the managers (who said that they would have understood my want to be there with Empty if we were married, and would have excused my leaving that first night) in some crazy moment when we were alone after his parents had left for the night. [since then, as you know, he’s asked me and it’s all official-like]  Being the 20-year old that I was, everything that was said to me at that point made me VERY paranoid.

The whole time Empty was going through his chemo, I mostly was remembering all of the people I knew that had had some form of cancer and passed, and started getting irrational to the form of being paranoid.  The 20-year-old me had only been exposed to TV, movies, and the passing of Empty’s grandfather, so I was afraid that if I did anything (and I mean ANYTHING at all) to upset the balance, then I would loose him too.  So I started to try to create a protective barrier of cleanliness around the two of us, and wouldn’t go see him until everything I was wearing was clean to the point of obsession.  In fact, I STILL carry waterless hand soap around with me, just because of that paranoia that I need to keep my hands clean so I don’t lose this man that I had given my heart to early on in our relationship.  There are moments (like last night before I went to bed), where I still break down thinking about that potential.

The last part of this story has to do with the fact that my grandmother is now fighting Ovarian cancer for the second time.  We had thought that she had it beaten, but apparently not.   Again, paranoia returns every time I think that I want to go visit her.  I make sure that I’m clean before I even step into her house or reach to touch her when we’re at public events (like my sister’s Confirmation this past Friday, congratulations must go out her, BTW).  I even find myself having the same reaction to my grandfather, because he’s HER caregiver, like I was one of Empty’s.  We’ve never really been on the best terms, her and I, but I don’t want to be the reason she gets sick.  Who would EVER want this for anyone, no matter who they are?

I feel like I should be using my experience with being Emptyeye’s Caregiver to help support my grandfather.  I hadn’t remembered that Caregivers sometimes get ignored when it comes to  the patient, until I read the fan page on Facebook from Livestrong.  That’s SAD, and made me remember enough to come and want to blog about it, so here I am.

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I try to joke around and make it seem like everything’s fine when it comes to this, but I’m worried that any kids that Empty and I have are just royally cancer-fucked.  I’m so scared of this happening to the next generation, that I freak out at that time of the month, even if I’m only an hour late.  Imagine me if it were to be more?  Getting stressed where my knots have knots.  Wow.  What a thought. . . The uncertainty of not knowing is bad, but what if the knowing is much worse in my eyes?

Yeah, so . . .

So I ask myself all the time now, is that cough a cold, or something more?

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On a happier note;

Happy 9th Anniversary Emptyeye hunny!!!  I’m REALLY glad that we got this far.  🙂  see?

Hello world!

Hello all.  I am a CT-born writer by the name of Silverluna Goldenhue.  Please feel free to call my by my nickname, Silverluna.  That’s the name that I’ll be going by whenever I get myself going enough to get published.

The reason I created a blog???

Well, I was told by my Aunt (who has one), that this might be just the thing I need to get rid of my broken writer’s talent.  Most people call it writer’s block, and usually have some way of getting rid of it to move on in whatever storyline they’ve been working on.  Yeah!  Not with me, so much.  I think I have the dream of being published, but not the how of how to do so.  I seem to start a lot of good stories and just get BORED.  I don’t know.  I’ve tried making myself free-write, and writing SOMETHING in a journal (garbage or not).  Also, I’ve tried re-writes until I’m happy with the text.  Tried going for walks, and other distractions.  If anybody has any ideas about how to help me, let me know.

I currently have a novel series about a coven on Wiccian Vampire Witches who go overseas on a pirate ship where the Captain is a mind reader.  Romance novel, if you MUST know.  Heroine: Morgana.  Hero: Djin.

Originally, I wanted it to be an accurate representation of what the Wiccian Dianic tradition really is like.  Mostly because I AM of the faith, and was sick of being told that all Wiccians are evil, and therefore I was too.  (Don’t get me started on that track, or you’ll just get bored, and I DO want you around past this first entry. . . )

Lately, it’s become a large piece of fantasy.  Which is good, I suppose, because I AM writing fiction and not non-fiction.

But hey.  Let’s have a bit about myself.  I’m pretty much a freak for music.  I met my fiancee during a music concert in High school.  We have our 9th dating anniversary coming up today.  June 2nd.  Have plans to have a small ceremony.  Eventually.  I’m not really in a big rush, as much as most people I know have been.  He and I have the joke going between us that we’ve been practically married for years anyway.  Been living together for almost a year now, so that’s pretty much as big a commitment as one can get.

My cousin is getting married in two weeks, and they’re waiting until this week to start living together.  I wish her luck, considering all the shit I’ve heard about his “freakiness.”  I mean, he’ll just fit in with the rest of my family.  We all have our quirks.

I’m extremely anal about how stuff gets done around the apartment, and I’m sure that I’ve been driving my hunny NUTS!!!  But the combining of the individual into a couple gets interesting.  So, good luck cousin darling with that man of yours.  The roosters will NOT stop their endless moving, no matter how you yell at him to stop moving them.  Bitching does not work.  Some things, you’ll learn, are not worth the arguement.  It’s a fable that the female sex compromises less in the relationship, remember that . . .

Ok.  Rant over.

You’ll notice that it’s now 2:47 AM EST.  I’m guessing that I’m starting to exhibit the early signs of insomnia. . .  Heaven above, I hope not!!!