there are no words
Had another argument with my mother about something pretty damn innocuous I said to her as we were leaving town to get to the dentist's this morning. It lasted all ride long - one hour. Woo. I'm sure she'll talk about it at dinner with dad tonight but I officially don't care. I'm sorry she was raised to think arguing with someone was paying disrespect, but I kind of grew up being able to speak my mind and say things without being afraid of reproach. That it came this late in my life boggles me, but we (my sisters and I) all know she just can't deal with us being adults and having our own ideas. So very deeply sorry we clash so much, but it's not my fault she takes things personally, twists my words to make me sound bad or even invents stuff I never did. I've been past done caring for a long time and I won't start now. If she can't respect that I won't be the perfect little agreeable child, then I can't respect her for being a raving bitch who can't take a spot of civil disagreement without thinking I'm onto her like a bloodhound. Whose voice always raises first? Hers. That's all.
I have a headache. Maybe it's from lack of sleep, maybe it's from the effing stress of both school and my baby of a mother, maybe it's something else entirely, but my head is not happy and I still have work to do.
Read Brenda Novak's Stop Me these past few days. Was great. It's set in New Orleans and there were some mistakes with the few French sentences (je suis ivre sur le goût de toi = je suis ivre de toi) but heh whatever, book's awesome and the suspense (man murdered man he thought had killed his daughter, woman's looking for info regarding her little sister who was abducted in front of her eyes sixteen years ago) was so intense I had no idea who the killer was until the very last moment. God. Awesome.
Just started Joy Nash's Immortals: The Awakening and it sure sounds MUCH better than the sheer wtf'ness that was Robin T. Popp's Immortals: The Darkening (prequel). Solid writing, wild array of paranormal elements aren't thrown into your face just because, and besides I did like her Grail King and I think she's tying some elements from the book here (Deep Magic, for one, but in modern times instead of the Roman Empire). Anyway, good so far.
Little pick-me-up. Since I can't post spoilers for my gossipink fic (still typing it btw), here's a Leaving Marks snippet from the next chapter that I'm still working on:
Halfway through their meal, Claire's lifted spirit sank in one slam dunk.
Someone tall, dark and wet stumbled through the restaurant's entrance and then bit back a curse as he tripped on the slippery tiles. Steam actually rose from the wooden counter he'd grabbed, and then he righted himself and grumbled and growled to their petite waitress on the way to the back.
He never saw her - er, them, that is.
;)
I have a headache. Maybe it's from lack of sleep, maybe it's from the effing stress of both school and my baby of a mother, maybe it's something else entirely, but my head is not happy and I still have work to do.
Read Brenda Novak's Stop Me these past few days. Was great. It's set in New Orleans and there were some mistakes with the few French sentences (je suis ivre sur le goût de toi = je suis ivre de toi) but heh whatever, book's awesome and the suspense (man murdered man he thought had killed his daughter, woman's looking for info regarding her little sister who was abducted in front of her eyes sixteen years ago) was so intense I had no idea who the killer was until the very last moment. God. Awesome.
Just started Joy Nash's Immortals: The Awakening and it sure sounds MUCH better than the sheer wtf'ness that was Robin T. Popp's Immortals: The Darkening (prequel). Solid writing, wild array of paranormal elements aren't thrown into your face just because, and besides I did like her Grail King and I think she's tying some elements from the book here (Deep Magic, for one, but in modern times instead of the Roman Empire). Anyway, good so far.
Little pick-me-up. Since I can't post spoilers for my gossipink fic (still typing it btw), here's a Leaving Marks snippet from the next chapter that I'm still working on:
Halfway through their meal, Claire's lifted spirit sank in one slam dunk.
Someone tall, dark and wet stumbled through the restaurant's entrance and then bit back a curse as he tripped on the slippery tiles. Steam actually rose from the wooden counter he'd grabbed, and then he righted himself and grumbled and growled to their petite waitress on the way to the back.
He never saw her - er, them, that is.
;)