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To fence, or not to fence…

One of the things that I’m supposed to be doing is creating recipes for chocolate…it’s actually an awesome idea of my editor’s, to create a small give away eBook. I’m also trying to finish two short stories to include, and create some spells. It should be a pretty little thing, both meant as a gift of thanks to people who have bought the book before, and to entice those who haven’t read it yet.

The thing is, I don’t know much about actually making chocolate. I know some…I knew a lot, when I was writing the book, (I take my reader’s bubble of suspension of disbelief seriously…) but I’m not well versed enough to actually create recipes. Even ones I never expect anyone to ever make. Yes, I’m over thinking. So, I’ve been reading and trying to get a grip on the whole process. This weekend, along with the huge pile of sewing (prepping to go to Pennsic) I am going to sit in the middle of my bedroom with a huge stack of books and work my way through and create things that you could believe would work.

That brings me to my subject line. Being far from 40 but also far from 30, I’m at a point where I feel like any opportunity I miss to fence and train is another week, another month, away from my goal of becoming a really great fencer. So to choose not to go to an event is hard. I always feel slightly as if I’m making a mistake.

Which brings me to the Dr! It looks like physical therapy, ultrasound and drugs will get me better in time to fence my heart out and do well. (We Hope.)

I guess I better go read over my short story. A writer’s work is never done.

Blame it on John Scalzi

I’ve winged about the whole “What should I put on my blog?” thing before. It started when a fan (yes, I had one! Self identified and everything) said he didn’t like reading personal stuff on the blog. There’s also the fact that there are two people who…I feel, because of our histories, that they dislike me intensely and that they will creep on my blog and a) judge me or b) use what they read against me. I know that sounds like *twitch**twitch* paranoia, but there’s more to that story.

So it makes it hard to formulate posts. Amazing, how easy it is to derail yourself. If you read my Live Journal you will know everything you could possibly want to know, so it’s not like I’ve become less confessional that I used to be.

But I read John Scalzi’s heart breaking (but endearing) post where he proclaims himself the world’s greatest idiot because he lost his Airbook again and I thought. Well…why not?

My big news, outside of having so much writing to do that I’m actually slowing down (I have way too many stories uploaded right now in my head. I’m a write one at a time kind of girl, so my brain is log-jammed.) is that I am host to an alien baby.

Well, that’s what *I* choose to call it. A long time ago I twisted my ankle. Something happened to form excess cartilage, and I had it operated on, and now (well, now is sort of a misnomer, it’s been developing for awhile, but didn’t hurt until recently…I figured, if it is just going to keep coming back, why not wait until it’s a problem?) it’s back, and the arch of my foot hurts dreadfully when I walk, and so off to the Doctor I go, to see what he thinks of the MRI’s and see what he think we should do.

I’m so looking forward to trying to explain to him the concept of Pennsic and fencing…I think he will feel me quite stup…impractical, let’s go with impractical, because I have been training for two tournaments that I would like to do well in, most especially the Known World Ladies. I would really like to fence in that. Pain free, but I doubt that…I have a feeling it’s either pain-with-some-supports or surgery.

And, of course, having an over active imagination makes it all that more exciting, really, because I spend huge chunks of my day imagining what can go wrong in any given situation. Mostly this is so I can figure out creative ways to add murder, mayhem and swashbuckling to every day situations, but sometimes it shoots me in the…uh…foot.