Yep, that's right. My butt is currently sporting a nice big wet spot. One of the things I'm supposed to be doing for my back is wearing an ice pack, so I've been walking around with a ziploc baggie full of ice stuffed down my pants (works much better with pants than with shorts, let me tell you). Well, I think it's time to retire this particular baggie since it's leaked all over me. I just know that the Fed Ex delivery guy will show up at any minute. That's just the way these things work.
And yeah, I could change into another pair of pants, but that would require getting up and going upstairs and leaving the laptop where I've finally just settled down to write.
The Tequila Update
It seems I was caught up in the guy's spam filter, so they don't hate me or anything. In fact, so far they seem to like what I've sent in for the content update for Pepe Lopez. It's going fairly well. I'm not actually a huge tequila drinker (is anyone?), but I do know quite a bit about parties, so that part is shaping up nicely. 2,654 words and counting. I need to finish that up this week if I can.
This Bites (WIP) Update
So I haven't really written much in my WIP since I've been busy with the tequila thing and unpacking (all the clothes are FINALLY unpacked!!! -- which reminds me, I seriously need to purge my closets. I've got way too much stuff from the 80's and I hope to god that stuff never comes back into fashion). But, I have had a few mental breakthroughs (the vamp. love interest taking my heroine to see someone "turned", a reference to Countess Bathory, "what, am I going to be tested on this??"), so there's some progress. I hope to actually work on it some today. I kind of hate it when someone asks me what my novel is about, since it's technically a vampire story. I know they've been done to death, but I'm doing something different (so sayeth everyone, yeah, yeah, I know) and funny. More Todd Strasser, Niki Burnham, and Cameron Dokey smooshed together than Anne Rice, if you know what I mean. And if you do, you probably read as many YA novels as I do.
In non-writing, non-health related news...
I've come to believe that my husband and I are the last people on the planet who do not watch reality TV. I've never seen an episode of Survivor or any of the I-can't-find-a-mate-on-my-own-so-let-me-debase-myself-on-TV shows. In fact, since we moved into the house at the end of April, we haven't even plugged in the TV. We're even thinking about just keeping one TV in the house instead of two (in the bedroom, for when you're folding clothes and things). They just don't fit in well in a Victorian house.
It's just weird. I don't get the whole reality TV thing at all. It's so unreal. And embarassing. I don't know why anyone ever wants to go on those shows. Maybe I don't have that fame gene. I'd just like to be moderately successful selling my stories. I don't need people to recognize me on the street. If you do watch it, why do you? I'm really curious.
Of course, I have to FINISH something first, so enough of this blogging. Gotta get back to writing.