… but I would have settled for being a ninja.
I’m even procrastinating on writing this blog post. I’ve sat here for 30 minutes doing everything but writing this post even though I originally meant to procrastinate by writing it. So I am procrastinating on procrastination at this point.
It’s one of those days. I have a headache the size of – Do headaches have sizes? I don’t think you can measure a headache in terms of size but if you could, then mine would be the size of … I don’t know. Something big.
I Googled ‘big’ and this is what came up first:
So there you go. That’s what my headache is like.
I really want to get back in the habit of blogging every day so I’m going to start another one of those 30 day challenges. After pondering the challenge, I’ve decided that this challenge should include three of my favorite things:
- Post-Its
- My camera
- Randomness
I’m calling this the 30 Days of Randomness on a Post-It Challenge.
Day 1: 6 Random Songs on a Post-It
I put iTunes on shuffle and here are the first six songs that came up –
There. Now I feel like I’ve accomplished something.
PS:
If you follow my Facebook page, then you’ll know I’ve been fairly active there lately. I can never decide where to post things (I’ve yet to settle into Google+, even though that’s where all the cool kids hang). I’ve also been active on Tumblr. And in case anyone cares, TBSOL has a Tumblr as well, which is/will be more of a sprinkling of writing-related bits and may not be interesting to anyone. It’s for me, mostly. But it’s there, should anyone feel like dropping by.
PPS:
I know some of you are waiting on my recaps –I’m sorry. I admit I haven’t felt very motivated lately. Finishing this book is taking all my brain power. As soon as I get inspired, though, recaps will pop up again. Thanks so much for reading them!
XOXO
-I
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Okay, I’m lying. This post has nothing to do with goats. I apologize for misleading you. They say that you should think long and hard about blog titles because you want the title line to catch people’s attention and after much deliberation I landed on goats as a topic no one would ignore. But this is not about goats.
Here’s what I really wanted to say: I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I’m bound to be ridiculously boring and uninteresting for the foreseeable future, be it via Twitter or Facebook or email or blogging. I have this novel thing to finish and, much as it always has, it is kicking my ass. I long for the day when I can step away from this book and say, “HA! I conquered you! Bitch.” But in the meantime, I’m afraid we’re stuck wrestling each other in a ring full of Turkish oil.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to try to be boring and uninteresting, just that it’s possible that I will be. But I invite you all to poke and prod me when I am.
Dear You,
If you’re here for my recaps – hi! – and to answer your question: Yes. I will be doing more. For my next one: What show do you want? Lost Girl? More Rizzoli & Isles? Other? What episodes? I like to please virtual strangers, so just tell me what you want. You know, take my hand and lead me to your recap pleasure points. Or … something not so creepy sounding.
If you’re here for my writing – hi! – and to answer your question: I have no idea when TBSOL will be published. All I know is that the first seven chapters have been more or less re-written and I’ve spent the past week trying to inject some soul back into the pages because I was told that I had sucked the soul right out them. And that sounded really cool for half a second as I pondered the implications of being a writerly super villain. Nomnomnom book souls. Burp. Then I realized this was not actually a good thing. So I went into CPR mode. Slipped it some tongue. You know. It’s what authors do.
The point is I had K read over these previously soul-less but now newly molested chapters and she loved them. This made me feel like a rock star for about five minutes until I returned to my office and just felt overwhelmed and doubtful and panicky all over again. But progress.
I’ve removed nearly 20,000 words from the first seven chapters alone and that tends to send people into freak-out mode when mention it. But K said, “I have no idea what you took out,” and that definitely made me feel better. Especially since the whole thing reads entirely differently.
TBSOL Sneak Peek Alert
For those of you who enjoy spoilers, I’ll do another sneak peek. As always, it’s a work in progress. But enjoy. CHAPTER 1 —> Here.
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It feels like forever since I’ve blogged anything. What to write? What to write? Well. Let’s see.
I’m back from my month-long vacation and I had an amazing time. I think it’s the first time I’ve gone back home and actually felt like I was on vacation. There’s always been something before: Visa issues, financial issues, health issues, family emergencies … Always something.
This time felt like an actual vacation. We spent our first week in Key West with our friends Lyan and Julia and that was crazy fun. I’m still impressed that we managed to fit so much stuff into the days we spent there. Sunbathing and sea-side dinners and bar strolls and ghost tours and snorkeling and even a Rizzoli & Isles drinking party. Also Glee 3D, which I think was Lyan’s favorite part. There was a lot of drinking. There may or may not have been a clothing optional bar. And something about hot sauce. Some things are a bit fuzzy…
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Hey you remember last week when Jane and Maura were at Maura’s house and they were all up on each other on the couch and I was like, “Did these two get married or something? Did Jane move in? What is happening?” And then I was like, “Didn’t Jane have her own apartment at some point? Why is she going back to Maura’s? Why is she undressing at Maura’s?”And then on Facebook or Twitter I was like, “I think the Rizzoli family misunderstood the U-haul joke and thought it meant they all had to move in.” And just … do you remember all the gay that was last week’s episode?
Well they topped it this week. I don’t know how that’s even possible but they just turned the Gaymometer all the way up to Ludicrous Gay and shot off into space with rainbows shooting out of their bottoms. One or both may have been dressed as a Pop-Tart.
But anyhoo, let’s dive in!
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My goodness, you guys. This episode. It’s like all of the gay from previous episodes coalesced into One Giant Ball of Gay and it rolled and rolled down a Big Gay Mountain until it kerploded into a billion sparkling rainbows.
Was there even any subtext?
Let’s just.
Let’s just take a moment.
Let’s just take a moment and look at this.
Because what is happening right here – half a second past the credits – is that Jane and Maura are sitting on a couch that easily sits about twenty people. Only Jane has opted to brave the crack in the middle so that she and Maura can sit so close that their arms are touching. While watching baseball.
On Maura’s TV.
In Maura’s living room.
With Jane’s mother cooking.
In Maura’s kitchen.
Because Jane’s mother lives there now. In Maura’s house.
And Jane is there.
With her feet on Maura’s coffee table.
And Maura don’t care.
Honestly, all I did was pause this episode half a second into it and I feel like I can end this recap here. What more need be said? Really.
But let’s hit play and see what happens.
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You are reading Part 2 of the Rizzoli & Isles 2.01 recap. Part 1 is here.
Then we’re reminded that this isn’t actually a romantic comedy about a medical examiner and a clueless-yet-charming detective (although in my mind that’s precisely what this show is about) and is supposed to be, instead, a show about crime.
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So “A’s” cinnamon-bomb goes off, taking Abby with it.
Lt. McBeard rushes to get Jane out of the car for fear that there’s a second bomb somewhere.
All the cops in Boston start rushing out of the building. Maura is among them and she’s screaming, “Jane! Are you okay?”
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Maura: I got this.
KEEP CALM. Maura’s got this. She grabs Jane away from Lt. McBeard, because he’s not qualified to administer the proper dosage of TLC.
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Maura helps Jane walk away from the middle of the road and toward a stoop across the street so they can sit down … and snuggle. continue reading…
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Note: Hi all! I went a little overboard with this recap (oops) so I had to break it down into two posts. You are reading Part 1 | Jump to Part 2
On the last Rizzoli & Isles, Jane Rizzoli shot herself in the side, so she could kill the bad guy, save the day, and show Maura Isles that Big Biceps Chuck may be fit, but Jane Rizzoli is still the strongest, and most dominant of them all.
And so, after an incredibly long hiatus, we’re finally back with our favorite crime-fighting duo.
But first, “A” from Pretty Little Liars shows us how to build a bomb.
“…and you add a sprinkle of cinnamon – my personal recipe. Then BAM! A shot of tequila. And you’re done. Now remember kids: Do try this at home. Next time on My Drunk Evil Lair, I’ll teach you how hoodies and gloves make the perfect fashion accessory for any occasion…”
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We begin our tale in the woods. A girl is running, running just as fast as she can. We know she’s in trouble because she’s in her pajamas in the middle of the woods and she’s out of breath and the camera is shaking about all dramatically. And did I mention she’s in the woods?
If it weren’t for the “Rizzoli & Isles/TNT” logo on the right-hand side of the screen, I would’ve mistaken this for the opening of the pilot episode of The Killing.
The girl’s assailant catches up to her, they tumble to the ground, there’s some screaming, a burly dude comes out of his nearby trailer home. He yells and runs toward them. There’s some light stabbing. The villain runs off.
The heroic dude falls to his knees and cries out for help. A squirrel glances in his direction then scampers off. A deer yawns. A bird squawks as if asking, “Who are you talking to?”
Woodland elves, perhaps?
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Jay left early this morning (*sniff*), which means today is all about settling into my usual daily rhythm. I’m not sure what that is anymore, honestly. The week before Jay arrived was spent in a flurry of non-stop activity. Now the apartment looks totally different. You’d think after two weeks we’d be used to it, but it still feels strange.
Jay left this morning and I was sad to see him go. We had a great time. I think the greatest test of true friendship is how flawlessly you can pick things up again – no matter how many years have passed since you last saw each other. I miss you, moo cow.
But the show must go on.
Today is the first day I’ve sat down at my new desk and thought, “Okay. Here I am. This is my office now.” It’s rather magical. Strange. But magical.
K and I are headed to the US next month and we may – at long last – be back in the Tri-State area. Hopefully we’ll get to drop in on Jay and visit some other friends. Going to New York is definitely in the plans. I have some TBSOL research to do before putting the finishing touches on the manuscript (which I admit I haven’t even looked at in three weeks).
Lots of work to do, basically.
Announcements & Things
- The wonderful and talented Lorena Barrios has translated my short story “… and the toilet wouldn’t flush” into Spanish. You may now read it here.
- I’m really enjoying Google+ and will likely be using it often. So if you want to keep up with me across social media platforms, feel free to encircle me (or whatever it’s called in G+ lingo): http://gplus.to/idiaz — So many social media options, so little life to actually update with.
- My recap of Rizzoli & Isles 2.01 will be up on Wednesday at the latest. I’ve missed this show so much!
- Any of you on Tumblr? I’m always looking for cool people to follow.
Random Photos
I’ll leave you with some photos from the past couple of weeks.
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My name is Ingrid Díaz and I'm an author of LGBTQ fiction. Positive representations of gay, lesbian, and bisexual characters is what I'm all about. That and coffee. I really love coffee. full bio » | 20 things about me »
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