It’s the last day of 2011, and I’m celebrating by watching the Walking Dead marathon on AMC. Mom is seated across from me, muttering her discontent about the local paper, clearly not yet aware that yes, I’m watching that darn zombie show again.
The Zombies Goodreads group hosts an ongoing WD conversation, and Shane has popped up quite often. I’m just gonna say it here…I hope the show doesn’t decide that “Shane was always an asshat and left Rick for dead and knew it.” I feel that would be the mother of all cop-outs. I find him far more interesting as a character because he seems to be the basically OK guy (not someone I’d necessarily want to be BFFs with, but basically OK) on a downward spiral — making him a closeted jerk just takes all the dimension out of his character.
But that’s just me.
Today’s projects: Punching out an outline, putting together pitches for a local magazine, and revising (yet again) the first chapter of GNW2, which really needs to get its crap together and just do its thing.
Finally caved in to parental requests and called my regular doctor yesterday. She’s been handling my sinus issues the best she can — last time I saw her, the Zyrtec was doing its job — but I haven’t really slept much the last few days, and I don’t want to shove pepper spray up my nose permanently. She gave me the name of a local ENT and prescribed a generic Flonase to help me out, which I promptly picked up last night. It takes a few days to kick in to full power, but it’s already a hell of a lot better – I don’t feel like I have a huge brick in my head.
I’m working on some New Year’s Resolutions, so hopefully those will go up later this afternoon.
Had a freaking phenomenal dream the other night: Colin Farrell, upon hearing that my town had a vampire/zombie problem (not sure if it was vampires and zombies or a vampire-zombie hybrid), came to help me and Daryl Dixon clean up the mess. Merle Dixon was a truck driver, and my friend Ry co-starred as the local badass.
It was the best dream ever.
San Diego is apparently the second-least allergenic city in the country. I am not sure who came up with that figure; Mother read it somewhere this morning. I promptly laughed and popped my Zyrtec. There’s many things I like about visiting my parents in SD; the open area, the breeze, the amount of light the house’s many windows let in, my wildly entertaining family.
Waking up with a nasty sinus headache is not one of the things I enjoy about this place. I think some of it is due to the dog; I’m not allergic to her, per se, but she’s got all kinds of fluff and dander and it gets in the air and leads to further nasal aggravation. I actually tend to do better in OC with just the bird.
Had a lovely post-birthday dinner at the 94th Aero Squadron Restaurant. I went for the sirloin (you only turn 28 once) and had a couple glasses of wine. Oh, and the beer-cheese soup. Shall we discuss the beer-cheese soup? It may be the greatest invention of all time. I think I could live off beer-cheese soup and be very happy (and probably 200 pounds heavier…also, there’s that whole lactose intolerance thing that might make things difficult).
As I creep toward the end of Once, I’ve been debating covers. This is probably something I’ll try to hire out. I have passable Photoshop skillz, but probably not enough to make it look professional. At the moment, I’m leaning toward purchasing some stock space photography photos and just going for name and title…maybe apply one of those “mystic” filters to it. I’m not particularly interested in having people on the cover, or even spaceships, so right now most of the stock art I’ve bookmarked consists of stars, nebulae, and some fantasy-type “planetrise” composites.
My website is still a horror. I may cave in and hire someone to do something with it until I have time to train myself, particularly if the shorts are done before I can get around to that. I guess if it comes down to it I can link to people through here, but…hoping to get things sorted out before then.
I was explaining the plot to my mother while trying to enlist her for some basic proofreading. She was relieved there were no zombies. I pointed out that I have written other stories that don’t involve the living dead. She said I never showed her them.