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Writing, my idiot neighbor, Chrissy, and applesauce

Someday, I'm going to be around enough in November so I can do NaNoWriMo. Yes, I could write while on vacation, but I usually just don't want to, and times when I've tried, I've felt guilty because I feel I'm neglecting Todd.

The one Devil's Reject / HO1KC fic is going really good. Of course, that is not the one for Todd's Christmas present, but he understands, because he totally rocks. But, I have to go where the inspiration leads me and it's leading me to the second story right now. Which, when I first thought of the concept was supposed to be a very short story. It has grown.

But, I've got a beta reader, so all is good. (Thank you ladyfuchsia) Providing, of course that she doesn't puke. I am probably being paranoid about how "bad" this story is, but I have reasons behind that. We have an idiot neighbor (what a shock, right? *snort*) who has decided since Todd and I smoke outside, he can come and bother us. Yesterday or the day before (I can't remember which, oddly enough) he came over to pester the snot hang around with us to talk and bum smokes, cause he's one of those people who quit buying years ago. He still smokes, probably more than I do now, but I don't think he's bought a cigarette since the Clinton Administration.

We get into a discussion about reading vs. TV/Movies. He believes TV and Movies are better than reading and that the only reason why people make such a big deal about reading being great is because reading came first. His claim is that if TV and movies had been around as long as writing, it would be considered more important than reading. He might have something there, but I still say books have a charm that he can't understand because to really appreciate books, it helps to not be an idiot have an imagination.

One of his defenses for his "Books are stupid, movies/TV better" is his claim that with TV/Movies, things can bother him, like blood, guts, etc. But never in a book/story, etc, cause the printed word can never really "show" all of it, you have to see it to be properly effected. Todd looks at me, grins and says, "Go show him what you've been working on!"

I bring out what I have so far and hand it to him. Twenty seven years later, (Okay, I'm exagerating. It was only 25 years...) he gets to the end of the second chapter. There's a scene at the end of it, that made my husband cringe and stare at me in a most peculiar way. Neighbor gets to that and turns that green/white color of bread that's about to go bad. Then, he looks at me, shakes his head and says, "You shouldn't be allowed to write this shit. You're evil."

I was wondering when someone would finally notice that I am evil, damn it. But why must it be an idiot?

Chrissy and I are having serious issues over who owns the sofa and I am losing. Our place gets so cold in the winter and the heater we have won't heat up the bedroom (too far) so I usually sleep on the sofa on really cold nights. Chrissy also wants to sleep on the sofa. Preferably in the middle of the sofa, preferably stretched out across, so I can curl up in a tiny space to the left of her, or to the right. You would think that me being a big human, what I want would prevail, but you would be totally wrong, because I am losing this war.

On the cheerful side of life, my dad brought over homemade applesauce that he made himself. My dad makes awesome applesauce. We had it with pork chops tonight. Even Todd, who seems to have a fear of fruits and vegetables, loves it. So, I really must remember to thank Dad for that. He doesn't use any sugar when he makes it either. You'd never know to eat it.

So, that is my boring life. Writing, making neighbors ill, eating applesauce and losing arguments with an 8 lb cat. I'm not sure if I should be pleased with my lot or wonder where I went horribly wrong.

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