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Cover for Camp NaNo Book and other stuff

I am so excited….A fellow NaNoer made the cover for my book for April’s Camp NaNoWriMo which starts tonight at midnight (only 1 hour and 15 minutes away for me)… And I love it!!!!!

My cover… I saw this pic while looking through Deviant Art and she got permission from the artist to use it. Isn’t it amazing! How it turned out! The pic itself! I love all of it! It looks like a real book cover. I am just so excited!!!!!  (Makes me feel like a bonafide writer!!! Once again I’ve changed everything at the last minute! SIGH!!!

bonafide writer mug

I can’t seem to help myself. I’m using almost the same premise. I’ve changed the character’s names, and the title of the series but not the title of the book. I’m in the process of changing the whole outline to fit the revamped premise and characters… Double work, maybe, but I was reading Blake Snyder’s Save the Cat and realized what I had wasn’t going to work, not the way I wanted it to. Thus the changes. I’m okay with that. It means working on my outline at the last minute, but I’d have been doing that anyway, at least now it will be the right concept, theme, etc for what I want. I’m happier with it now, even though it means more work. But I found a great outlining video over a year ago from Katytastic that if you’re interested in learning more about outlining using the 3 act structure from Snyder’s Save the Cat, or outlining with Scrivener in general, it’s a great start.

Isn’t that the great thing about WriMo though?… You sort of need just a little pantsing to make it fun… At least for me I do. I’ve gone from a pantser to a plotster so I guess I have to throw some pantsing in there somewhere or it’s not fun for me.

I’m in a cabin now, with people near my age bracket (last time I ended up in a cabin with a group of NaNoer’s around my children’s age, which wasn’t really a good thing for me since they are between the ages of 25-14)…I’m happy about that. And our living room is finally finished… YAY! I no longer have my writing room… BOO!! But my son has his room back. He was injured while at bootcamp. He’ll be able to recycle in the next 6 mths, but he has to heal. While he’s healing he’ll be going back to college and is thinking about going in the reserves (Navy or Air Force) instead of going in the Army full time (Can’t say I’m unhappy about that–I’m all for serving our country, but I believe in working smarter not harder and the Army and Marines are definitely in the work harder category).

The pillows on our couch match my writing space...

The pillows on our couch match my writing space…

Red bookcases and desk go well with our updated look.

Red bookcases and desk go well with our updated look.

So here are the pics of my new writing space… Instead of being in the dining room we decided to completely rearrange our living room so that I could have my own little space. We painted the walls, moved everything around, and put our pictures in completely different places so that I could have this space. My husband ROCKS!!!! (Now I just need to paint the hallway and we’re done with the khaki/taupe color and it’s off to figure out what color to paint our dining room and kitchen. I love how our new living room looks.

Ok, I have less than 1 hour so let me get back to outlining. Happy NaNoing and have a great night.

 

 

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Another day in the life of a writer

“Thanks Mom. It was delicious,” my son said after dinner.  My daughter reiterated my son’s comment with her own version…
“Yeah, it was friggin’ awesome…I’m going to get some more” or something like that. Right after she finished putting the last bit of food on her plate the little man fell from his Lightening MacQueen car and busted his lip open, a big gash, so he must have bit down on his lip when he fell…Blood every where. My daughter panicking… “Mom! What is it?” while I’m rinsing his mouth out with cold water so I can see where the bleeding is actually coming from because all I can see is his little mouth filled with blood and a piece of garlic bread which is now a dark reddish color. I manage to run cold water over a washcloth to try to…and but my daughter is in panic mode. She’s a first time mother. She’s making me more and more anxious. I’m trying not to panic. Why is it so much different once you’re a grandparent? Why?

crying baby

I’ve cooked dinner. Baked cookies. Washed dishes. Done laundry. Tried to fix the damn vacuum cleaner that has gone through 3 belts, 2 of which were brand new–in the past 48 hours, and I’m already at that point where all I want to do is punt it across the room. Better yet, perhaps I shouldn’t but that is exactly what I want to do. I don’t. But I do however lose my patience with my daughter who has snapped at me several times over the course of the day, and has now snapped at me several more times as I am trying to see if my grandson actually needs to go to the ER. Nevertheless, I tell her to go ahead and take him. A couple hours later she comes back and tells us that he is fine, his lip is just busted and that the DR said he didn’t need to be seen to take him home and give him some Moltrin/Tylenol.

His lip is swollen. Both his shirt and my daughter’s shirt are in the washing machine on the second wash and I used Shout… his little mouth bleed like you wouldn’t believe. I was so worried. Not just because of him, but because of my daughter. Being a first time parent is hard enough, but being a single parent makes it harder. I worry about her all the time. I worry about the both of them.

I’ve been thinking about making one of my character’s a single parent. Full-time college student. Depressed over the break up with the baby’s father, who she was with for 5 years. Based on my daughter. She is one brave cookie. Strong. Independent. Creative. Talented. I’m such a proud mother. The rest of the details will come from my imagination, and not from my daughter, but she is definitely the inspiration for the character.

Now it’s time to get out my notebook and take some notes for the character. I’m still in outlining mode. Camp NaNoWriMo doesn’t officially start until April 1st so I have plenty of time. I think I’ll call her Raven.

 
 

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The Pretender

I’m a confident imposter some days… or maybe I’m an insecure braggart, or a jack of all trades and a master of none… No, I’m a writer, and a photographer, and a maid, housekeeper, laundress, chauffeur, organizer, counselor, referee, therapist, personal shopper, gopher, researcher, repairman, babysitter, etc… HOWEVER, I don’t get paid for any of those things. I just am what I am…

I rarely feel confident about my abilities as a whole. I don’t voice those insecurities. I don’t take my self and my abilities as serious as I should. If I took my abilities seriously, especially as a writer, others would as well. Yet here I sit in my writing space that is about to go back to being my son’s room and I’ll be back in the living room (not the dining room or our bedroom). Sacrifice. That’s the name of the game when you have a family. I was so excited. So inspired. So motivated and enthusiastic. And then I found out my son wasn’t going to make it through bootcamp because of some physical issues (deformed hips, who’d have thunk it?)…and he’s coming back home so he can go to college. He can recycle in, that’s the military term, in six months, but he’s thinking about joining the Air Force or Navy Reserves. Their bootcamp is less strenuous…The Army and the Marine’s are hardcore. Since his ASVAP score was like a 98 (which is extremely high), even though he has his GED not a diploma, he also has college credits, so he shouldn’t have a problem getting in the Reserves. Why the GED? because my son also has “Imposter Synrdrome.”

Why live up to your potential when others make fun of you, sometimes to the point of physical bullying, for being smart, a bookworm, a nerd, a geek…” Why not stay under the radar? Why not trudge through life pretending that you’re not as smart, talented, creative, or experienced as you are? Because sometimes it’s easier to live in under the radar. Like my son, I spent the majority of my life living under the radar so I wouldn’t be picked on for being a bookworm, smart, etc… I’d suffered through it in elementary school and by middle school I realized it didn’t pay to be the smart kid, or the bookworm, or to know the answer and be the one to raise your hand–no one like’s a teacher’s pet or a know-it-all… So I dumbed myself down. After years of dumbing myself down meant I only allowed myself to be who I really was in private. I read under my covers with a flashlight as a child and as a teenager). I listened to NPR on the radio on the way to work when I was by myself as an adult.  I created a blog and originally it was anonymous…BUT after a while, I could no longer pretend.

I was a PRETENDER, both in mind and in reality. If I couldn’t be myself around the people I loved, then there was a problem. Being myself in the serious relationship I had prior to my husband wasn’t an option, not really. At least not in my mind it wasn’t. I tried, and it SERIOUSLY ROCKED the cliched boat. I tired in my first marriage, well before that serious relationship and it didn’t work either. I was too nice…too emotional…too impulsive…too creative…too ME. I wondered about, lost in dumbing myself down and staying under the radar in unhealthy relationships with others and with myself for far too long.

Anxiety, stress, depression, ADHD, all played a factor. The more stressed out you are the more anxious you are, the more anxious you are the more stressed out you get. Add those two together and they wreak havoc on your ADHD, and all of that plays with your emotional well-being, which paves the way for depression to creep in. Oh, I was a wreck. I barely had any self-esteem, I was medicated to the gills for anxiety, depression, etc… which resulted in making me feel numb and in limbo. One day something inside me broke when I was with the ex before my husband Mr. Rockstar/Truck Driver… I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t pretend anymore. I was tired of internalizing everything and staying under the radar, dumbing myself down, and of not rocking the boat. I wanted to, no I needed to stand tall and be myself. I needed to take a stand and stop pretending. I could no longer be an imposter in my own body. I walked.

I left. Packed my bags, my daughter’s bags, loaded my car, and went to a cheap hotel. I wouldn’t have cared if I’d had to stay in a cardboard box, as long as I could finally be free. Free to be myself. Free to be happy. Free to be silly, or lazy occasionally, or funny, or friendly, or sad, or angry, or smart, or talented… FREE to be who I really was…No more hiding under the covers to read, or taking medicine so I could remain sane in the screwed up existence that my life had become. . I got off the medication. My stress levels went down tremendously, thus reducing my anxiety and depression. I’d managed to live my whole life with ADHD without medication, so I knew what to do there. I’m not saying that medication isn’t the answer for some folks with anxiety, depression, ADHD, etc… It’s works for some, but I can’t live my life numb, and that’s what taking medicine for those things does to me. As long as my stress levels stay low, I’m good. Life has stress, there’s no way to go through life without stress, but being with someone who loves me exactly as I am, accepts me and that fact that when I get anxious I need space and quiet, that crowds make me anxious, loud noises make me anxious, arguing makes me anxious… Or when I get really hungry I get grumpy….Or if I don’t have some time alone I get grumpy….Or that writing, photography, creative pursuits are a part of who, what, and how I am. I need those things to be happy, sane, and whole individual. I no longer have to read with a flashlight under the covers. I no longer have to dumb myself down. I no longer have to pretend that I’m not smart, a bookworm, etc…

But after years, decades even, of pretending I wonder if I haven’t lost quite a few things along the way. I find myself wondering if I’m just pretending to be a writer. Pretending that I’m good at it, that I have talent. If I’m pretending that I might be able to one day make a living at it, or with the photography that so inspires my soul as well. I doubt myself. I second guess myself. When I begin to go down that road, I say to myself, “You ARE a WRITER, whether you get paid for it or not. You ARE talented whether anyone recognizes your talent or not. You are a photographer, even if you never get paid to take a picture….” I figure if I tell myself those things eventually I might believe them and stop feeling like I’m a fraud.

Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender . Are you full of confidence or have you ever suffered from Imposter Syndrome? Tell us all about it…

  1. of hope | Anawnimiss
  2. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender- Self Esteem and Introversion | Journeyman
  3. A Time For Introspection | The Jittery Goat
  4. Confession: I Suffer From Imposter Syndrome | Musings | WANGSGARD
  5. Courage To Finish | My Little Avalon
  6. DP Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Sabethville
  7. Shame | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  8. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Love your dog
  9. Walk the walk | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  10. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
  11. One Day They’ll Find Out | The Ambitious Drifter
  12. I HAVE A QUESTION, ARE YOU BISEXUAL? | She Writes
  13. Here I Come | Views Splash!
  14. Glittering Awards Ceremony! Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  15. “Do what you do do well” | Hope* the happy hugger
  16. Pretending to be a Grown Up | the intrinsickness
  17. liberty | yi-ching lin photography
  18. i am slightly off- | y
  19. I am a lazy person and full of confidence | wisskko’s blog
  20. Confident ? ::E.N.Howie’s Motivational Moments
  21. Who were You before You became You? (Braveheart Chronicles Vol. 2) | Running On Sober
  22. Ghostly Granny Tales: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  23. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Pastathree’s Blog
  24. Unmasking my masks on the way up the ladders of success « psychologistmimi
  25. Borrowed Reflection | forgottenmeadows
  26. Feeling Like a Fraud | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  27. Imposter syndrome – every writer must suffer this at some point | new2writing
  28. Daily Prompt: Being Confident! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  29. Humbug « Averil Dean
  30. Grading yourself. | Cake Box Fox
  31. “I can, I Can, I can” The Confidence Poem | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  32. I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  33. My Dementor: Shame and Self Doubt | Ever Upward
  34. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Blissful Pages
  35. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | A Day In The Life
  36. Are you full of Confidence or a Great Pretender? | New Visions
  37. IMPOSTER | Hastywords
  38. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Tonkadella’s Things in Life
  39. A Hidden Confidence | Ms. Raven Marie
  40. Textured Captures: Set in Stone | LenzExperiments
  41. he’s so shy | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  42. The Great Pretender_Today’s Daily post | A Blog for Laura Lee
  43. Daily Prompt – The Great Pretender – Say what? | Serendipitous Cookery
  44. Ticky-Tacky … I’ll drink to that! | The Flavored Word
  45. The Great Pretender | The Nameless One
  46. Insecure | Life is great
  47. Are You an Impostor? | Pinstripes&Lipgloss
  48. Red Flags | The Zombies Ate My Brains
  49. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Morrighan’s Muse
  50. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Life In The Passenger Seat
  51. What Everyone Said | INKLINGS
  52. Confidence | The Land Slide Photography
  53. I Always Thought I Was Just Modest | …Properly Ridiculous…
  54. Daily Prompt: Pretending | Finicky Philly
  55. What is Wrong with You may be What is Right with You | An Upturned Soul
  56. My Luck! | Flowers and Breezes
  57. Don’t Mess With Me! | Life Confusions
  58. Is The Glass Half Empty or Half Full? | melissuhhsmiles
  59. Angela McCauley
  60. I Don’t Pretend to Pretend | djgarcia94
  61. Alway was a rebel | Always was a rebel…
  62. “Impostor Syndrome?” or “I WAS BORN A DINOSAUR” | Ensis Reads – The First-Impressionist
  63. Blossoming | Cogito Ergo Mum
  64. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | My Atheist Blog
  65. Confidence for 500 please! | Living with Post Concussion Syndrome
  66. Pretending my way through the day | One Educator’s Life
  67. Don Draper and Buddah Walk Into a Bar… | by LRose
  68. Tempest in a Tutu | Be Less Amazing
  69. Masks may lie | sunny side dreamers
  70. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | Just Be V
  71. Imposter Art Lover | Photography Journal Blog
  72. Fool Me Once, Shame On You! | meg lago
  73. When I Decided I Wasn’t Going to Be White: The Art of Disappearing | Kosher Adobo
  74. .. Certainly Not Me « Overcoming to Becoming
  75. Wasn’t me…Then who? | Youer than You
  76. Oh, No – He’ll Find Out! | Lynne McAennyl
  77. Daily Prompt: The Great Pretender | imagination
  78. НЕКОИ МАЛИ НЕШТА ПИСАТЕЛСКИ
 
 

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16 tons and a cup of coffee

The alarm clock goes off at 4AM now. Before this week I used my own internal alarm clock, which meant I usually woke up after 7-9 hours of sleep. Not now. Now I’m up with the alarm because my husband (affectionately known as Mr. Truck Driver/Mr. Rockstar) has a local job–no more OTR (Over The Road) for a week or more at a time driving  a 16+ ton 18 wheeler. He’s still driving a big truck, but now he’s driving what is known as a tri-axle or a roll-back. I’m a trucker’s wife, a writer, a mother, a grandmother, a daughter, a daughter-in-law, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a domestic goddess, a photographer, a chauffeur, a counselor, a banker, a secretary, a gardener, a jack of all trades and a master of few since my list could go on and on… 

The perfume commercial from the 80s.and the song…. “I can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan…” comes to mind right about now. 

I don’t work outside of the home. In this day and age, I suppose that’s a rarity.  I never thought I’d enjoy staying at home…being a domestic goddess, which is such a sweeter sounding term than “housewife.”  Before this week, when the alarm clock went off I was up making a pot of coffee, organizing Mr. Trucker Driver’s things to take on the road: his clean uniforms, food “stuffs,” personal items such as towels, shaving cream, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc….and sometimes putting them in the trunk of car while he showered and got ready. By the time he was out of the shower, (usually a long one because it might be a couple of days to a week before he could enjoy the luxury of a long, hot shower again–not all truck stops or yards (as his previous company has) allow for such, and at $11 a shower or free if you purchase a certain amount of fuel (at least $300+ in fuel) he often chose to wait until he got to one of his company’s yards (where the minimum amount of time the water stayed warm was about 5 minutes)  he often went without a shower for a couple of days–Thank Goodness for baby wipes.) 

With a cup of coffee in one hand for myself, and a cup of coffee in the other for Mr. Truck Driver…I’d spend a few minutes with him enjoying the first cup of coffee of the morning (sometimes it was 3 AM, other times it was 5 or sometimes it was Sunday evening and he had the night shift so to speak). An 18 wheeler empty weighs approximately 16+ tons, once you put a “load” in the trailer it goes up from there. I went out on the road with him for 5 weeks total. During that time I enjoyed many cups of coffee over the road. The last week I was with him, we saw a big rig (from his company, one of his fellow drivers) turned over on its side at the foot of the Saluda Mountains in the Gorge. The wind toppled it right over. It looked like a giant had flicked it with the his fingers and it had toppled over just like a domino. I saw various trailers swaying back and forth from the force of the wind while we were out that week, but seeing that truck from his company lying on its side like that in the Gorge made my stomach queasy, my heart wrench, and left me with nightmares. When he got the phone call about the local position and wanted to  jump on it even though it doesn’t have benefits, I supported him in that decision. 

My job(s) wouldn’t allow me to do anything else. His safety and well-being are my primary concern. For some people, going OTR is fun, enjoyable, etc… Gives them a sense of freedom out on the open road…and you don’t have someone hovering over you at work either. But for others, being away from home for a week or weeks at a time is depressing–truckers spend an enormous amount of time alone and that life is a lonely one–it’s not for everyone. It’s definitely not for my husband, who values family above all else. I got that sense of freedom, the beautiful back drops that you just don’t get from an office window, the sense of accomplishment that what you’re doing is important even though others take it for granted. Much like a domestic goddess position. Truckers are often looked down on by others, unappreciated, and taken for granted. Without a trucker our groceries wouldn’t be in the grocery store, our gas wouldn’t be at the gas station…how do you think vehicles get to the car lots, or the items on the shelf in Wally World or the hardware store or the drug store or the parts that your plumber, mechanic, heating and air guy, electrician, contractor, etc use… 

Housewives are also another position that is often looked down on, unappreciated, and taken for granted. Luckily, my husband appreciates every thing I do–from the simple things like making coffee and making sure he has one cup to drink on the way and another for later that he can put in his coffee warmer cup, to the larger things like making sure he has clean clothes to wear and clean towels to use, as well as clean sheets to sleep on or making sure he has plenty of food to eat, including veggies and fruits in that. He also supports my writing, as well as my photography, though I don’t get paid to do either. One day I might get paid for one or the other, maybe even both, but for now it’s something I do simply because I love it, because it’s who and how and what I am–a part of me. 

It’s not often that I spring out bed, I’d need an automatic coffee maker next to my bed that actually handed me my cup of coffee right after the alarm clock went off for that to remotely happen–I’m not a morning person, and neither is my husband, but I do look forward to every day. Do I enjoy doing laundry (yes, but I hate folding clothes), do I enjoy doing the dishes (not at all unless we’re doing them together), but my job(s) keep me sane. If I couldn’t write, or take pictures, or some other creative pursuit I would go mad. Just as staying out on the road any longer than he did would have driven him mad. I’ve had that job that sucks the very life out of you and drains you of any and all joy, creativity, and life. When the moment the alarm clock goes off you’re pissed off because it’s a new day but to you it’s just yet another day of drudgery. That “soul-destroying” job that turns you into a drone.  I ended up with ulcers, stress induced panic attacks, headaches, and an overall piss-poor, grumpy attitude. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.

My husband was singing “Take this job and shove it…” yesterday afternoon after he was offered the local position and found out he started this morning. Should he have given at least a one week’s notice? Yes. Do I blame him for not doing so? No, not at all. The company he worked for wanted drone’s. They took the human factor out of trucking, and wanted worker bees instead. No don’t think, or need to eat, or rest, or anything else. They didn’t factor in 10 hour breaks that are mandatory by law, or meal breaks, or weather, or traffic, or the weight of the load, or anything else. They didn’t pay for real miles, or even actual practical miles, but some crazy mileage that only a plane or bird could have actually accomplished…My husband called it “as the crow flies” mileage. A straight line from point A to point B, which is impossible in a vehicle, much less a big rig. The new company he’s going to work for is a small company, thus no benefits yet, but they already know his name. He’s more than just a number to them. He won’t be a drone, he’ll actually be part of a team not just a slogan, and he’ll be appreciated. 

Every time I wash a load of clothes, wash dishes, sweep and mop, etc… I am partaking in an activity that 1. doesn’t get done by itself, 2. is appreciated, 3. gives me physical exercise, 4. gives me a break from my desk and writing while allowing me to be part of the team–our home team. For example, yesterday we both were out in the yard with a push lawn mower cutting our lawn. It was a team effort (once we fix the riding lawn mower things will be easier–we have a large backyard and a decent sized front yard, we could fit a pool, a small barn, a shed or three, and a deck in our backyard and still have areas of grass that would need to be cut). When we were finished mowing the lawn Mr. Truck Driver says to me, “Thank you,” and I ask “for what?” and he replies, “for helping me…for being you,” and that’s all the pay I need.  There’s no place I’d rather be than where I am right now. 

DPChallenge: SIxteen Tons: How do you feel about your job? Do you spring out of bed, looking forward to work? Or, is your job a soul-destroying monotony of pure drudgery, or somewhere in between? 

 
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Posted by on March 25, 2014 in Coffee, Daily Prompt, Family, Home, Life, Writing

 

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Outlining for Camp

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As April approaches I am busy outlining my novel for Camp. It’s called Revelations: Book 1 of the Elioud Legacy. It’s a working title. I’m not sure I like the word Legacy,  (And I need a different picture but that was courtesy of a fellow Nanoer and II’m grateful I have a bookcover. It’s all a work-in-progress.) I’ve been thinking of something else… But we’ll see. I like color coding. I also like the way that you can use the outliner mode in Scrivener. For the first time I am actually putting word count targets for each chapter scene, and section (Part). I know I’ll need to edit, and things will change, but it gives me an idea of what scenes and chapters I’ll need to work on more later down the road.

OutlineI would love to have the majority of it planned out by March 31st. One of my favorite things about Scrivener, is that in the inspector you can put a synopsis for each part, chapter, scene… and it shows up in the corkboard, as well as in the ouline mode. There’s also the project and document notes, which come in handy when there’s an age, date, fact, etc that I need to remember.

Don’t get me wrong, Scrivener doesn’t write the novel for you, but it is magical in a sense. At least to me it is. It allows me to put all of my research notes within my project or I can create a story bible, which I have for the actual Elioud Legacy series. I’ve often thought about how I’d love to switch to Mac, when I can afford to, but honestly, by the time I can afford to I’m pretty sure the Windows version of Scrivener will have hopefully caught up with the Mac version by then.

On a side note…My husband had an interview this morning and got the job. It’s local, so  no more OTR (over the road) anymore. He’ll still be driving a truck, but this one won’t have a 53 foot trailer, but is a roll-back, which is a form of tri-axle (like a big dump truck). Those trucks remind me of the huge yellow Tonka truck my brother and I had as children. GI Barbie often used it to rescue GI Joe and Ken, along with a few other barbies, when I was a child. (As you’ve guessed, my brother and I often played together, and I was determined that Barbie be independent so poor GI Joe was often captured just as much as Barbie was, and they both war camo.) Anyway, at least now my husband will be at home at night and on the weekends and get back into playing his guitar and singing. Perhaps he’ll learn enough new music to start playing acoustic shows again–Rock on!.

Hope everyone had and continues to have a great Monday! I’m going to enjoy my cup of coffee and do some more outlining now that we’ve finished cutting the grass, the yard is clean, dinner’s out of the way, and the laundry is in the washer.

 

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2014 in Home, Life, NaNoWriMo, Outlining, Scrivener, Writing

 

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The Ultimate Writing Room

This is the cutest writing space ever…. The Ultimate Writing Room.

 
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Posted by on March 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Vancouver truckers issue 72 hour strike notice

Hope they get better pay and shorter wait times…Need to do the same thing here.

Global News

Unionized truck drivers at Port Metro Vancouver have now issued 72 hour strike notice.

Unless there is an agreement they will be going on strike Thursday, March 6 at noon.

The vote to strike came after a work stoppage by the United Truckers Association.

The union represents about 400 truck drivers, who would join the non-union truckers who launched job action last week.

The group of around 1,000 non-unionized workers walked off the job over a number of issues, including long wait times and low rates of pay.

Unifor is asking for rates to rise and be standardized and enforced across the sector to prevent under-cutting.

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Posted by on March 18, 2014 in Uncategorized