Why is it always feast or famine with me? Either I'm twiddling my thumbs and whining that I don't have anyclients, or I'm pulling out my hair and whining that I have too manyclients.

At this moment, I am the latter. I'm whining, but not a whole helluva lot.

I finally sucked it up and forked over the cash to buy a couple of domains. I am not officially the proud owner of www.theclassicquill.com and www.writers-stew.com. There are two others I intend to buy, but they will have to wait til I get paid for the book I am editing. That's okay...I don't have time to do anything with those two domain right now anyway. Yeah yeah, I know...I'm whining.

I should be working. I have books to edit, articles to write, topics to research..queries to compose. And yet, what am I doing? Writing in my blog! But this is productive, right? I mean, I couldbe playing Caesar III...ohhh...building a better Rome...

Eh, maybe later. For now I am going to finish this post and then do something that will get me closer to another paycheck. I gotta admit, I am loving Loving LOVING this new "demand" I am experiencing. It seems that all the chats and posts to message boards and Yahoo lists is starting to pay off...and I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to blow it. I have finally come into my own and I am STAYING!


- posted by Kim @ 2:18 AM

 
Oh How the Tide Has Turned!

My parents just celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary. My mother got my father a card, a tie and other assorted items. After 49 years, she figured a large gift wasn't really necessary. What do you give a man that has everything?

You would think that my father's thinking would parallel mom's. I mean, when you have been together for such a long time (they've been together for 55 years) what can you possibly give someone that you haven't already given them at least once?

You don't know my father.

When I asked mom what she gave dad, she told me what I mentioned above. Then she got this silly grin on her face.

"Guess what your dad gave me!" she exclaimed.

"What? Jewelry?" Dad always gives mom jewelry. It's a tradition. Dad gives it to mom, mom loses it, and dad gets her another one. Been happening for years.

"Well, yeah, he did...A tennis bracelet...it's gorgeous."

Something in my mother's voice led me to believe there was more. Or maybe it was the excited verbal gestures that expressed "okay...Now keep guessing!"

"Okay Mom, I take it he got you something to go with the bracelet. Earrings?"

"Nope."

"A necklace?"

"No! It's not jewelry. Get your mind away from jewelry."

I was clueless. Dad always gave mom jewelry.

"I give up. What did he get you?"

"A house!" she was practically squealing with delight.

"A house?!? Are you serious?"

"Uh huh" (giggle)

"Wow...That's...That's...WOW!" I was speechless.

My parents have been talking about moving for years. They're retired, and since both my sister and I have been on our own for years, they have been rambling around in their house for years. At one point, they had seriously considered moving into a retirement community, but changed their minds when they realized that they were not up at 5am, lunch at 10:30, shuffleboard at noon, dinner at 4:30 and bed at 7 kinda people.

But they were "cottage-style one-story ranch with driveway and sunroom" kinda people. And now they have the house to go with it.

"Mom, that is really cool. I am so happy for you!" I replied.

"You know, when we move our house is going to be empty."

"Yeah, that's normally how it works," I replied.

"Don't be smart," she answered.

"Yes. Ma'am" I replied.

"Anyway, since you are so cramped in your little house, why don't you move in here?"

I almost dropped the phone. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious. This house would be perfect for the three of you. Just give it some thought and let dad and I know."

I thought about it...for about 3 nanoseconds.

"Sure. We'll move in."

"Excellent. At least we will know that some crazy people won't be moving in running down the property value."

"True."

So, my parents are packing, buying new appliances and furniture and giggling to each other. I haven't seen these two so happy since...well, ever. And I am happy for them..but I am happy for myself too. I get to live in the house I grew up in. I get to raise my daughter in the house I was raised in. Not a bad deal.

But the yellow paint in the kitchen has got to go!
- posted by Kim @ 11:09 PM

 
There really isn't much for me to say today. I went to work, I came home, I fixed dinner, I ate..here I am. I really need a more entertaining life if I am going to keep a blog. I don't know a single person that cares that we had baked chicken for dinner. Hell, I don't even care. LOL

I'm supposed to be working on revisions on my novel. I'm supposed to finishing the television book. I'm suppose to be working on the questionnaire for the article that is due in a bit over a month. Lastly, I am supposed to be working on queries for the article ideas I killed myself coming up with yesterday.

And yet, I am blogging instead. I am the procrastinator queen!

So, my apologies for not making a more entertaining post. Sometimes life is dull.
- posted by Kim @ 12:57 AM