January 14th, 2016
|06:54 pm - *sigh*|
Dear 2016: enough already.
December 23rd, 2015
|01:58 pm - help needed|
Under a cut because I'm a begging beggar who begs.
( Help, please?Collapse )
And happy holidays to all.
October 23rd, 2015
|06:54 pm - My kitty Pilala|
Around this time last year, the bf and I adopted a kitten:
How did we end up with a sheep at home, a year later?
October 18th, 2015
The Quiet Shelter There anthology is a collection of SFF stories to benefit the Friends of Homeless Animals, from Hadley Rille Books.
It includes my own little story “Make None to Weep. It is set in ancient Egypt (what a surprise) featuring the cat Nedjem and his High Priest Ankhu. In this, Ankhu, in the process of aiding the ghost of a mute slave, gets something many of us can only wish for: closure to the loss of a beloved pet. The title comes from the Declaration of Innocence from the ancient Egyptian Funerary texts: Hail, Her-f-ha-f, who comest forth from thy cavern, I have made none to weep. In my mind, this single line is more profound than most others written afterwards, in any religions. And methinks it applies largely to animals, because those are truly innocent among us.
*glances at kitten stalking the sparrows outside*
I suppose it applies to cats too. Unless you’re a sparrow. Or, gods forbid, a roll of toilet paper.
In any case, those of you who can afford it, please consider getting a copy. It’s for a good cause. And it’s a good book.
Mirrored from Christine Lucas.
October 10th, 2015
|08:47 am - And about time it was|
So, after a loong time, I decided to add a few things to my poor neglected website. With four new stories due to appear in magazines in the near future, it was long overdue.
But did I remember how everything (or, rather, anything) worked? Rrrright...
Anyway, I've managed to add a new page: A Cat and his High Priest. With so many stories about Nedjem and his humans, I thought it would be a good idea to have a page about them. So. The basics are there, as far as text goes. I would have liked to add some photos, but I'm not quite sure how it all works these days, regarding posting photos (rights, permissions, that sort of thing). That would take some time to research, and I really need to finish some stories first. (Ideas, anyone?)
And, sometime in the future, I'd very much like to find an artist and commision some original drawings about those characters. Once I'm not as poor as a Greek cat, that is...
September 19th, 2015
…and look what the cat dragged in.
A writer who forgot how to write. And now struggles to remember.
Thankfully, although I took a long break from writing, I didn’t take a break from reading, so everything came back to me after a while. Jumping right in with Liberty Hall’s Flash Challenges every weekend helped a lot too.
The difficult part came when it was time (at long last) to ship stories out to magazines. See, my old PC, where I wrote everything until this past February, sits alone at home in the company of my poor neglected kitties. Everything I wrote or edited since February was done at the bf’s home, on my new laptop, and its unfortunate predecessor, who didn’t survive its second motherboard transplant. On this new laptop I have no Microsoft Office and, given the situation here, I don’t think I can afford to buy a copy any time soon. So, I have to work on Libre Office. Which is fine, as far as writing goes.
And then comes the time to format the story to Standard Manuscript Format.
Ohai thar, my old pal Headache. And I see you’ve brought your cousin Migraine along.
Not only had I totally forgotten how to do that in MS Word, everything in this new software is located elsewhere. The first time I tried to format a story to send it out, and mere hours before the deadline at that (it was the cat’s fault I was late, really. No, really) it took me two and a half hours to do what I used to do in ten minutes tops.
I think the best way to wrap up this attempt to revive this poor neglected blog is to mention about two of my stories that were published during my long absence, and both very dear to my heart.
The first one is “What now, Callisthenes?”, published in the Triangulation: Morning After anthology. Written in second person POV, an experiment that apparently worked, this story deals with a popular Greek legend regarding the fate of Thessalonike, the sister of Alexander the Great. It was one of the recommended stories in Tangent Online’s 2012 list, and had an awesome review in Future Fire.
The other one is still very dear to my heart: “Ouroboros”, in the Other Half of the Sky anthology. There’s too much I can tell about this one that it requires its own post, and the anthology’s editor, Athena Andreadis, has my eternal gratitude for believing in the story.
I have four more stories lined up for publication, but each of them will have its own post, once I know more about the specifics.
Well. It’s good to be back. So I guess now I can go and gawk at the open document and the unfinished story I’m supposed to be working on.
It is, of course, the cat’s fault.
Mirrored from Christine Lucas.
September 9th, 2015
|09:17 pm - Sad news|
Yesterday, it came to my attention via just_ann_now, that one of my first online friends from the LotR fandom, windswept1, had passed away.
This saddened me and affected me more than I expect, especially considering that we hadn't been in touch for a long time noe, me with RL taking over in many aspects, and her hers, no doubt.
She, and a few other online friends I met through HASA/LotR fandom back in 2003, meant a lot to me, more than they probably knew and possibly more that I could ever express. Back then I was lost. I didn't know who I was. I was stuck in a job I hated, and I had little interest in life in general back then, due to a series of unpleasant events. And then fan fiction came into my life, and those few precious people, and suddenly I knew who I was, and who I wanted to be: a writer. No matter what kind of shitty day I had at work, it didn't matter, because that person wasn't me. The real me would come to life when I'd go home and turn on the PC, back in those dial-up days, and chat and read and write.
Life moves on, and so we did, all of us. And, sooner or later, it ends. But what remains a fixed point in time, one that no death or time can take away, was the change those precious people brought to another's life.
Sleep well, my friend. You will be missed.
Current Mood: sad
September 7th, 2015
|08:34 pm - Damn|
How nice. We have no water. And it's sttill extrememy hot here. Apparently, a pipe broke somewhere near, and the whole area has no running water. And it's not going to be fixed soon--tomorrow morning at the earliest.
We took a fast trip, the bf and I, to the store around the corner, and they were almost sold out on bottled water. Those who came in as we left would find only empty shelves.
I need a frakking shower. At least I did two loads of laundry yesterday, so we have clean clothes until tomorrow.
On top of everything, our resident Feline Overlord Miss Pilala, who's fat and lazy and spoiled, thought it a good idea to go and annoy a stink bug. It went as well as you can imagine. She got sprayed, then she panicked, then the bf panicked that his spoiled cat would get blind or something, and guess who's the one who chased her around the house to wipe the stink off? Yours trully, ie the one who hasn't had a decent shower yet.
Sometimes life stinks. Literally.
ETA: and now we have no power either. *headdesk*
August 17th, 2015
|08:41 pm - le sigh|
My poor kitty Fatima died today. Poor thing had been battling cancer for the last six months or so. She was only five years old, and went through a lot of pain in her short life.
She was an alley cat for her first two years, waiting for me at her corner every morning since she was three months old for food and petting. Then I found her in a ditch after getting hit by a car, with both hind legs, pervis and spine fractured. It took us almost six months but she walked again, although her left hind leg was left crooked. She was plump and purring, and loved to sit at the balcony and cuss at the passing pigeons.
Until six months ago, when I noticed that her jaw was starting to grow. Poor thing had bone cancer that slowly ate away half her face, making her look like a zombie cat. Until her last day she was purring and demanding food, and I'm hoping not in much pain.
Some kitties get to live until unimaginable old ages like 17 and 19. Some, well, don't.
Current Mood: sad
July 30th, 2015
|09:28 am - Fifty Shades of Argh|
So, about a month ago, I decided to sign up for NaNo Camp, hoping to catch up with my writing. And then (of course) things happened here in Greece. I'm sure everyone (and their cats) knows about them and there goes my NaNo effort.
I have a lot to say about the recent developments, most of them consisting of four letter words, so I'll just keep my silence until a more articulate post can be posted. But I have one thing I need to get out of my chest: Our 'saviours' apparently believe that the economy will be saved if they raise the tax on cat food and cat litter. And they have also raised the tax on tampons and other feminine health products. Well, if someone isn't already calling this te "pussy tax", well, they should.
Oh, and they've also raised the tax on condoms. This is so many ways of facepalm I can't even begin.
Excuse me now, I need to contact my Swiss bank to request funds for kitty litter. And then, perhaps, I might be able to catch up with my writing.
June 22nd, 2015
|08:54 am - Still Alive|
I woke up and found out it's raining. Hello? This is late June in Greece. I have chores to do, like an hour-long commute to my other home and feed and clean the cats (and liy down on a flat surface so they can all walk over me, since they've missed doing that). I've been sick so many times this past winter that I'm not looking forward to go out in the drizzle (and with holes in my shoes. I need new shoes. sigh).
One of my kitties, who just turned five, has bone cancer on her jaw. Even f I had the money, there's little that can be done. Homeopathic remedies have seemed to help a little, so the poor thing is still eating and purring, but she doesn't have long. *doublesigh*
On the plus side, I've managed to keep up a decent daily wordcount over the past few days, and I've signed up for camp NaNo. We'll see how it goes.
Oh well. Off to get soaked wet now.
Current Location: packing my bags (and cat) and leaving Europe
Current Mood: tired
June 15th, 2015
|07:39 pm - Yay(?)|
The new shiny laptop is here. It seems pretty cool so far, and I hope it will last more than the previous one. Of course, I have to download and install everything, track down bookmarks and stuff, but hey, what best excuse to avoid writing?
Current Mood: tired
June 14th, 2015
|09:43 am - Le Sigh|
The laptop saga continues.
Last week, I got a call from the tech people telling me that locating a new motherboard was hard, and they were still working on it. Okay. Since the last time it took them FOUR effing months to fix it, getting such a call within ten days wasn't bad at all.
Then this past Wednesday I got a text message telling me that it was ready and I'd get a call on when to pick it up. Cool.
Come Saturday with no such call, I checked their website's tracking app, and I'm told it's ready for pick-up. Given it's a busy Saturday (loading sacks of cat-food and cat-litter, oh yay), I can only be there around 2. So I go get the replacement laptop they gave me and, with bf in tow, I go to the store... and find a tn people line-up in the tech support booth. Le sigh. So I wait for about fourty minutes while the bf is loose in the store. He returns every five minutes with PC games, keyboards and such stuff: Can we get this? How about this? This one? And this one? (There's a reason why I keep the credit cards in *my* wallet at all times...)
And it's my time, guess what? It's NOT ready. In fact, it cannot be fixed, so I get a shiny new one. Cool, right? Only, not so much. I have to go back home, gather everything that came with the old one and bring it to them to get the new. Which comes with Windows 8.1 (that I hate), has no MS Word (shoot me now) and needs to be set up.
So the tech guy (who mumbled something about trying to reach me but failed - yeah, dude, nice try) agreed to set it up for me and insert my documents from the old one (most already safe in a USB stick, save for one unfinished story that was saved elsewhere in it) and they'll call me (le sigh) to pick it up on Monday.
That old laptop never worked well, despite its price, so perhaps the new one will be a better fit. At least coughing up the euros for the extended guarantee really paid off this time.
But now I really need to find a used copy of MS Word, because OpenOffice doesn't work for me. *headdesk*
Current Mood: frustrated
May 31st, 2015
|09:02 am - Argh!|
So a few days ago I decided that I had sit on a story enough, and it was time to send it out. Since I have submitted a whole lot of nothing since 2012, I had to go and remind myself the specifics of standard manuscript formatting.
So far so good.
What I hadn't aken into account, though, was the fact that I no longer have MS word on this laptop, so the work had to be done with OpenOffice.
And here comes the ARGH!
I coundn't find ANYTHING. Margins, paragraphs, changes from italics to underline, everything was in some odd place that made no sense. I think I finally made it -work that would otherwise take me 5-10 mins tops- in well over an hour, after googling every little thing and snapping at both my bf and the cat.
I miss my old PC So.Very.Much.
May 26th, 2015
|08:58 am - Not dead yet...|
...but getting there, methinks.
I've been sick again with a stupid fever, but at least this time it lasted just a week or so with lower fever than before. Still, it left me me quite weak and I missed a few mid-May submission deadlines because my head was foggy and couldn't manage any decent polishing & rewrites.
My laptop died AGAIN. I had the fried motherboard replaced around Christmas (and got it back early February) and now the new motherboard got fried too. It's still covered by the guarantee, so they'll be replacing this one too, but there's no telling what will happen after that. As it turned out, this particular model has overheating issues because its ventilation system is very badly designed. For the money it costs, that's more than ridiculus. (I got it on sale for a third of the original price, but still...). So once I get it back, I'll need to get a plan to prevent this from happening again, especially since the guarantee lasts until Christmas. I'll most likely be getting a cooling pad for starters, and we'll see from there.
Right now I'm using a replacement laptop the shop gave me. The keyboard is smaller and I can manage, but it's still frustrating. What was more frustrating, though, was the fact that it came without writing software. It took me a while to get used to the new MS Office the other one had, and now I'v downloaded Open Office and I'm trying to get used to that too. And all the while I'm missing So.Very.Much my old PC with my trusted 2003 Word.
Amidst all this, I realised I have forgotten how to format a story for submission. I had to look everything up, and changes that were done in a few minutes now take a whole lot longer because I can't effing find where everything is. *headdesk*
And I don't even have a kitty around to help me....
Current Mood: tired
April 4th, 2015
|09:03 pm - Kitty Poetry|
PILALA THE KITTEN
What is my kitten stalking, I wonder?
Could it be the sparrows gossiping outside?
Could it be the pigeons, cr@pping on my car across the street?
Perhaps its a moth or a fly.
Sparrows are fast,
Pigeons are filthy,
Moths and flies are mere snacks.
Those over there are a worthy target for her hunting skills:
The bags of groceries a neighbor is carrying down the street.
(Inspired by a true incident).
March 9th, 2015
|09:35 pm - I can haz birthday?|
My birthday was back in February 19th, but (of course) it had to be an awful one.
The above sums it up pretty much.
I got sick with some kind of upper respiratory infection, which I can usually handle, but I had non-stop fever ranging from 39C-40C (that should be 102F-104F), terrible migraines and debilitating sweats that ended with three-hour long chills with violent shaking. Oh the fun. When the bf finally took me to the hospital, we wasted a good seven hours there for five tests that showed an upper respiratory infection (no shit, Sherlock) and they sent us home to rest with generic flu advice. Thankfully the very next morning I found a homeopathic remedy that worked after twelve frakking days in hell and I'm doing much better now.
Miss Grey Kitten helped me heal a lot by nappping on my head, stealing my toast and making me get out of bed shivering to clean her box (Gods forbid the bf would ever go near the litterbox....) If I can get the camera to work, I might post a photo of her later today.
February 10th, 2015
Things are starting to looking a bit better here.
On one hand, it's snowing outside, and my poor kitties live in my house with no heating, busted plumbing and wiring, but they have a roof over their heads, food and each other to cuddle up and get warm. And my sick ones are somewhat better, thankfully.
Money is still tight, bt at least some expences were cut to half, so I hope I will be able to afford a couple of vet visits later this month.
And, finally, I have my new laptop back with a new motherboard after five frakking months. Hopefully I will be able to reconnect with my writing. I even submitted a few stories today - nothing new just old ones that never got out much since late 2012.
Let's hope this respite will last...
January 12th, 2015
|06:54 pm - Look what the cat dragged in|
- well, I'm not dead yet.
- sometimes I wish I were
- kittiies are dropng like flies. Apparently, world economy will be saved if my cats starve to death
- missing writing SO.VERY.MUCH
- was supposed to get married at the end of January.Then national election happened. Court house no can do. THANK YOU, Univesrse.
- no computer. HP deities on vacation, laptop still in shop after 4 frakking months to get a new motherboard.
- am broke. Yes, I live in Greece, why do you ask?
- New kitten the bf brought ome: miss Pilala, at least something good out of all the mess that is my life.
- Missed you all SO VERY MUCH.
December 26th, 2012
|11:43 am - Holidays|
It's okay that you didn't leave any presents for me. Gods know I'm used to it by now.
However, I hope that you left an extra life or two in Spitha's stocking, so she'll get to whine and smack the youngins for another year.
And, to everyone else, a belated Fleas Navidad! (Yes, THAT's how we're spelling it here).
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: cats complaining
November 6th, 2012
|09:43 am - Still not dead|
Yeap. Still here. However.
- This seems to be the year of head injuries, like a couple of years ago I kept hurting the same wrist. Nothing major this time, although I still get vertigo at odd times. And this does wonders with my eye-straining. I can't sit on the computer for long, watch TV, go to the movies or drive. And I REALLY need to go to IKEA sometime soon. The rascals have left me few cups and mugs to drink from. (And yes, I know I can get those elsewhere, but there were some designs I really liked there...). Oh well.
- Spitha might not have cancer after all. In a moment of
despair inspiration I gave her a remedy for abscesses, and that damned tumor opened up and emptied a ton of disgusting stuff. It's not healed yet, but I'm hopeful. Of course, this might have been resolved sooner, if that darned cat cooperated to be taken to and examined by the vet. *fumes*
- Sold two more stories, but those were both written last year (more on that later). My 2012 wordcount in total is pathetically low, and I didn't even log into the NaNo site this year.
- My connection woes proved to be due to the apartment's wiring. There's only one telephone outlet that works now, and I need to get the electrician here to replace the rest. Well, I guess I didn't *have* to eat this month... *grunt*
However, today, my biggest frustration is that I want to vote for Obama and I can't because I'm European.
Current Mood: tired
September 18th, 2012
|07:48 pm - Look what the cats dragged in|
Well. I'm not dead. Not yet, anyway, despite the Universe's attempts. Here's a quick list of what happened since I last posted:
- Head injury back in May, that decided to have complications slowly and steadily since then.
- Sudden and lingering computer death. Getting parts to fix it almost impossible. And now my new-ish laptop is rarely on speaking terms with my router.
- My Spitha has breast cancer. Well, since she's impossible to let the vet examine her, that's what I'm assuming her tumor is. So we're trying our best, and so far is normal. Save for that damned tumor.
On the brighter side:
- My nephew was born about ten days ago, and he's perfect and gorgeous.
- The rest of the cats are fine. Save for Mr. Kitten, but that's no new.
- I had two short story sales, and I'll post about them in detail later (assuming this old junk cooperates). And considering I wrote only three stories this year so far, well, that's a good ratio. *headdesk* And those are "What now, Callisthenes" to the Triangulation: Morning After anthology (already available), and "Ouroboros" to the feminist SF anthology due Spring 2013 "The Other Half of the Sky." More on both later.
More hopefully later. Now the Feline Overlords demand to be fed.
Current Mood: tired
June 5th, 2012
May 31st, 2012
May 30th, 2012
May 16th, 2012
|07:18 pm - ...and the cat came back|
I'm alive. Sort of. Lots of time sick, sick pets, computer issues and many RL sucks.
Meanwhile, the Avengers movie is pulling me slowly but steadily back into fandom again. My brain keep getting snippets of never-will-be-written-epics, like:
The Avengers, the UK version.
- I have an army.
- We have a Time Lord.
... and a cunning plan. (Blackadder FTW!)
Harry Potter Severus Snape, Sherlock Holmes, James Bond, and there you have it).
Someone needs to write that yesterday.
Current Mood: tired
March 29th, 2012
|04:13 pm - heh|
This is SO typically gingercat-ish...
see more Lolcats and funny pictures, and check out our Socially Awkward Penguin lolz!
Current Mood: amused
March 19th, 2012
|04:40 pm - Squee? (Or Squeak?)|
I woke up from my afternoon nap with a stupid vertigo. I really need to start on some edits, but every time I try to move my head the room goes for a spin. *grunt*
On other news, Mrs. Blue Lovebird has two eggs. I'm fairly sure they are not fertile, 99% positive on her first one, but it's a start.
I also got my old cage from my old place to clean up and set the other four budgies, where I can attach two nests at opposite sides for each pair. Hopefully I'll have good news from that too.
Last but not least, one of Mr. and Mrs Budgie's eggs hatched! I heard chirping from the nest this morning, and the chip-chip came from *inside* one of the eggs. There were some cracks on the shell, but after a couple of hours nothing, just the chip-chip. Panicked, I called a friend with more experience with bird breeding, and she told me to help the baby out, so it wouldn't suffocate. The lungs need to be able to expand after a certain pont, and being tucked inside a shell doesn't help. REALLY freaked out, I did so, and the little one, almost ten hours later, is still okay. Its parents haven't fed it yet, so I'll wait and see it I'll have to give it a few drops myself.
*fingers crossed for the little one*
Current Mood: worried
March 14th, 2012
|05:55 pm - A Cool Review of the Arcane #2 Anthology|
I just stumbled upon a nice review of the Arcane #2 Anthology, which has nice things to say about my story “Lady of the Crossroads”:
“…Love the Greek mythos, and how the author weaved the clash of the sexes without it coming off as man-hating. And an excellent ending to wrap things up.”
I’d like to add that the protagonist in this story is an old, blind grandma who kicks ass because of her choices and not, say, a tall redhead in chainmail bikini armor wielding a big phallic sword.
…and it’s nice to NOT be called a ‘feminazi’ for a change… *sigh*
Mirrored from Christine Lucas.