Have you ever had a Death Dream? My ex-roommate Lauren use to tell me about the ones she'd have and I thought it odd I'd never had one. Never.
Well ladies and gentlemen...that has changed.
I had one.
It was not fun.
I don't recomend them.
What kind of death was it?
Well, let me tell you the whole dream.
But before I do, let me say that I wasn't watching me...I was me.
I was getting onto the subway here in NYC with someone...I think it was my co-worker Michelle, but I'm not sure. It was one of those new uber clean blue seated ones. Super cold inside too.
We sat down and there was this Latino couple making out near us. They were on the floor, rolling around, making out. They were driving everyone crazy...making us all uncomfortable.
The couple rolled to me and my friends legs, making us lift our legs for them. Now, being who I am, I make a comment about getting off the public floor and getting a room.
They do finally get up and are to my left. I can't see them as my head is turned to my right talking to my friend.
I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder so as to get my attention. It's a woman's hand. She pinches that bone at the top of my shoulder between what feels like her thumb and forefinger. I start to turn my head...
She says something that is obviously ominus (though I can't remember it anymore but it did have a sound of "finality" to it) and I feel the cold touch of an old gun barrel (think Lone Ranger gun but copper in color) and before I can think she pulls the trigger and shoots me in the head.
I feel my body keel over to the right, onto my friend's knees, and as I ask God's forgiveness for my sins all goes black and I wonder if I'm drifting slowly because that's how it is when you die OR is it a wound I'll survive from.
Everything then goes black. And I know deep down that I've died. This isn't a "flesh wound".
I wake up in my bed with a quick, deep breath of air and realize its a dream.
Not fun. I personally never want another one of those.
One might say, "What does that dream mean?"
I'm pretty sure it's the stress I'm about to be under with concern to my writing (see next post) but I looked up the meaning anyways...here's what I found on Yahoo:
"To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life."
OR
"To dream that you have been killed, suggests that your actions are disconnected from your emotions and conscience. Alternatively, the dream refers to drastic changes that are happening in your life. There is a characteristic that you want to get rid of or a habit that you want to end within yourself. Killing represents the killing off of old parts of yourself and old habits. "
Interesting thoughts.
What do you think? Let me know!
Tamsin :)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thank You
Normally I talk about my book or I talk about the stupid things people do...but today is going to be different. I'm going to talk about the love people show. Why? Because I was blown away by it this weekend...in two parts...
PART I
On Saturday afternoon I took my dog to the vet. I'd found a hard round bump on his tail and wanted to have it looked at. $365 later I walked out of the office in tears; my dog looking at me like, "Why are you upset? I'm the one they stuck with needles and we won't even talk about where that man's hand went!".
Let me preceede what I'm going to say with this; Keziah isn't a neutered pet. He eppileptic and I'd been warned against putting him under and so he still is ALL male. His prostate was checked in July and he was fine. I asked the vet then if I should have him fixed as he was getting older (Today actually is his 11th Bday!) and the vet said, "If its not broke, don't fix it." So...well...now...it's broke.
Keziah's prostate is very inflamed and the bump on his tail is one of two things; a sign he has some disease with a long name I don't remember right now or he just has an infection in his prostate and the medication he's on at the moment should get rid of it. I was told I was lucky...finding the bump on his SUPER fluffy tail was sort of a slim chance. PLUS, if it IS the super long named disease aformentioned the bump being on the tail is good as its removable from that location. I asked what would happen w/o the surgery. As delicately as he could put it, he said my dog would grow sicker and sicker and pass away. So I asked how much for the surgery to remove the cyst and have him fixed. I was informed $700. Needless to say, I about choked. $700 to save his life...but I don't have $700 extra bucks in the bank.
I held it together and left the office. I made it about ten steps and I was crying. I proceded to keep it under control for the 6 block walk home where I collapsed into heavy sobs and I stayed that way for the rest of the day. I posted a vague description of the issue on Facebook (under my real name, not my pen name) and in moments I had all kinds of messages with *hugs* and nice words to encourage me...voices of sympathy/empathy. It was wonderful.
I then open an email from my cousin. She saves her change every year to donate to their local shelter (she's very active with vets and dogs in general) and this email blew me away. She said if I wanted her to talk to her vet friends to see if the surgery is really needed she would. She also said that instead of donating her change to the shelter this year, she'd gladly give it to Keziah for his surgery. I was shocked.
I then get another email from a friend in my theatre circle and she says to me that there is no way that Keziah will go w/o the surgery if he needs it, she'll send me a check for the money. If I was shocked before I was blown away now.
I have NO idea what I did to deserve this but I was thanking God over and over for these two amazing women.
Now, we're going to back up our story a bit...to Friday night. Why? Cause it leads us nicely into part two of my "story"...
PART II
I took my pal Celine dancing with me on Friday night and while we were out my friend Sheri says to me, "Did you go see A-ha?" For those of you NOT from the 80's let me explain that the music group A-ha were quite popular when I was in high school. I had a huge ol' crush on either the guitar player or the lead singer...depending on the day...and I'd never seen them live. Well, Sheri says it's their Farewell Tour and Saturday night is their last show...and its sold out. Well, damn.
Anyhoo, she texts me while I'm in my non-stop-sobbing mode and says I should try to see if anyone is selling tickets outside. Well, I'm thinking, "I may have to pay for a dog surgery...there's no way I can go." But at 7:30pm a wave of something washes over me that tells me to stop crying, get off my ass and get out of the house. Before I know it I'm up, dressed, attempting to put contacts into puffy eyes and throwing make-up on as best as I can to hide how badly swollen my face is....and I'm out the door. I'm on the 1 train by 8:05pm and heading downtown to the Nokia Theater thinking, "What the fuck am I doing?"
I get off at 42nd Street, push through the hordes of tourists to the theater, which is on 44th and 7th. The minute I get to the corner I see two big black guys looking to buy tickets. They are asking everyone that is going by. They ask this nice man and he says he has two and I step in and say to the girl behind him (who is his cousin), "How many tickets do you have extra?" Turns out, they had 3. So I follow along and he sells me a ticket for $50 (only a $5 mark up from normal price). I literally have $53 in my wallet. I give him the $50 and I go in with them. I get talking to the lovely lady who is with the two men and we all end up chatting down by the bar. Mark, the one who had bought the tickets, asks me if I'd like a drink. If there was ever a day I needed one this was the day!!!! I say "sure, that'd be great."
To make a long story short; I used my last $3 at the coat check, Mark bought everyone two rounds at the bar, & the four of us talked and drank (for 45 min during the opening band). At one point I had to laugh, getting into this sold out concert was like a gift. Without thinking I said to myself "after the day I've had, I really needed this". Blake (the really nice young lady of the group) asked about my day and I told them...but with VERY little detail, no tears and a positive outlook (I WAS an actor at one time ya know).
As we are about to head in to see the band Mark hands me my $50 back. He says, "for your dog if he needs the surgery". I about begin to cry in the lobby of the theatre. SO not cool. I try to give it back to him...he refuses. I thank him and we all head into the theater together. The place is packed and we're in the back and it's hard for a shorty like me to see. Blake says to me I should see how close I can get since I'm here by myself. I hand her my card and tell her to contact me about business stuff we'd talked about and I head into the packed crowd. By the end of the concert I end up about 10 to 15 feet from the stage. And for 2 hours I didn't cry or think about my day...I just enjoy the miracle that sometimes is my life.
So thank you to Mark, Matt and Blake. You three saved my day. Being as that I gave my pen name card...maybe you'll search for info on me and find this blog posting and know how much meeting you three that night meant to me.
So you see...it wasn't just my amazing friends that showed me "the love" this weekend...it was total strangers too. Sheri said, "there still are good people out there". And she's right. Mind you, most of them are my friends...but well, some are strangers from Jersey.
Much love and thanks to my friends and to the strangers who touched my heart,
Tamsin
P.S. To my friend Vince...your phone call meant so very much...thank you! xo
PART I
On Saturday afternoon I took my dog to the vet. I'd found a hard round bump on his tail and wanted to have it looked at. $365 later I walked out of the office in tears; my dog looking at me like, "Why are you upset? I'm the one they stuck with needles and we won't even talk about where that man's hand went!".
Let me preceede what I'm going to say with this; Keziah isn't a neutered pet. He eppileptic and I'd been warned against putting him under and so he still is ALL male. His prostate was checked in July and he was fine. I asked the vet then if I should have him fixed as he was getting older (Today actually is his 11th Bday!) and the vet said, "If its not broke, don't fix it." So...well...now...it's broke.
Keziah's prostate is very inflamed and the bump on his tail is one of two things; a sign he has some disease with a long name I don't remember right now or he just has an infection in his prostate and the medication he's on at the moment should get rid of it. I was told I was lucky...finding the bump on his SUPER fluffy tail was sort of a slim chance. PLUS, if it IS the super long named disease aformentioned the bump being on the tail is good as its removable from that location. I asked what would happen w/o the surgery. As delicately as he could put it, he said my dog would grow sicker and sicker and pass away. So I asked how much for the surgery to remove the cyst and have him fixed. I was informed $700. Needless to say, I about choked. $700 to save his life...but I don't have $700 extra bucks in the bank.
I held it together and left the office. I made it about ten steps and I was crying. I proceded to keep it under control for the 6 block walk home where I collapsed into heavy sobs and I stayed that way for the rest of the day. I posted a vague description of the issue on Facebook (under my real name, not my pen name) and in moments I had all kinds of messages with *hugs* and nice words to encourage me...voices of sympathy/empathy. It was wonderful.
I then open an email from my cousin. She saves her change every year to donate to their local shelter (she's very active with vets and dogs in general) and this email blew me away. She said if I wanted her to talk to her vet friends to see if the surgery is really needed she would. She also said that instead of donating her change to the shelter this year, she'd gladly give it to Keziah for his surgery. I was shocked.
I then get another email from a friend in my theatre circle and she says to me that there is no way that Keziah will go w/o the surgery if he needs it, she'll send me a check for the money. If I was shocked before I was blown away now.
I have NO idea what I did to deserve this but I was thanking God over and over for these two amazing women.
Now, we're going to back up our story a bit...to Friday night. Why? Cause it leads us nicely into part two of my "story"...
PART II
I took my pal Celine dancing with me on Friday night and while we were out my friend Sheri says to me, "Did you go see A-ha?" For those of you NOT from the 80's let me explain that the music group A-ha were quite popular when I was in high school. I had a huge ol' crush on either the guitar player or the lead singer...depending on the day...and I'd never seen them live. Well, Sheri says it's their Farewell Tour and Saturday night is their last show...and its sold out. Well, damn.
Anyhoo, she texts me while I'm in my non-stop-sobbing mode and says I should try to see if anyone is selling tickets outside. Well, I'm thinking, "I may have to pay for a dog surgery...there's no way I can go." But at 7:30pm a wave of something washes over me that tells me to stop crying, get off my ass and get out of the house. Before I know it I'm up, dressed, attempting to put contacts into puffy eyes and throwing make-up on as best as I can to hide how badly swollen my face is....and I'm out the door. I'm on the 1 train by 8:05pm and heading downtown to the Nokia Theater thinking, "What the fuck am I doing?"
I get off at 42nd Street, push through the hordes of tourists to the theater, which is on 44th and 7th. The minute I get to the corner I see two big black guys looking to buy tickets. They are asking everyone that is going by. They ask this nice man and he says he has two and I step in and say to the girl behind him (who is his cousin), "How many tickets do you have extra?" Turns out, they had 3. So I follow along and he sells me a ticket for $50 (only a $5 mark up from normal price). I literally have $53 in my wallet. I give him the $50 and I go in with them. I get talking to the lovely lady who is with the two men and we all end up chatting down by the bar. Mark, the one who had bought the tickets, asks me if I'd like a drink. If there was ever a day I needed one this was the day!!!! I say "sure, that'd be great."
To make a long story short; I used my last $3 at the coat check, Mark bought everyone two rounds at the bar, & the four of us talked and drank (for 45 min during the opening band). At one point I had to laugh, getting into this sold out concert was like a gift. Without thinking I said to myself "after the day I've had, I really needed this". Blake (the really nice young lady of the group) asked about my day and I told them...but with VERY little detail, no tears and a positive outlook (I WAS an actor at one time ya know).
As we are about to head in to see the band Mark hands me my $50 back. He says, "for your dog if he needs the surgery". I about begin to cry in the lobby of the theatre. SO not cool. I try to give it back to him...he refuses. I thank him and we all head into the theater together. The place is packed and we're in the back and it's hard for a shorty like me to see. Blake says to me I should see how close I can get since I'm here by myself. I hand her my card and tell her to contact me about business stuff we'd talked about and I head into the packed crowd. By the end of the concert I end up about 10 to 15 feet from the stage. And for 2 hours I didn't cry or think about my day...I just enjoy the miracle that sometimes is my life.
So thank you to Mark, Matt and Blake. You three saved my day. Being as that I gave my pen name card...maybe you'll search for info on me and find this blog posting and know how much meeting you three that night meant to me.
So you see...it wasn't just my amazing friends that showed me "the love" this weekend...it was total strangers too. Sheri said, "there still are good people out there". And she's right. Mind you, most of them are my friends...but well, some are strangers from Jersey.
Much love and thanks to my friends and to the strangers who touched my heart,
Tamsin
P.S. To my friend Vince...your phone call meant so very much...thank you! xo
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
A new month.
A new week.
A new day.
The same fucking eye twitch.
I've slept. I've tried just keeping the eye closed. I've purposefully NOT been on the computer at home...wtf do I need to do to stop this eye from twitching?! Grrr...
But I shouldn't talk about my eye...it'll think it's important and keep twitching just to piss me off...
Last time I wrote here was April...yes, we are now in May and May hath brought 80 degree days to NYC. Yep...80! And because of that lovely weather I obviously spent it...
Indoors.
I know, your'e mad at me (so is my dog, trust me). But wait...listen to why and you can forgive me. I did a lot this past weekend so...listen up...
#1. I spent part of my indoor time READING. See, the newest book in the House of Night Series came out, entitled "Burned". When last we saw our heroine she was busy dying. Yep. Dying. Her soul was shattered after witnessing the death of someone she loved and in this new book she is in the Otherworld while her friends (and her body) are in the real world trying to figure out how to get her out of there in one piece, since its never been done before. I lay in bed all afternoon on Saturday finishing this fun book.
The website for this series is rather...uh...what's a good word? Childish? No...Teenagish? (not that that's a real word but...you know what I mean...overdramatic) The books on the other hand are quite brilliant YA work. Written by P.C. Cast and her daughter Kristen. It's such a fantastic concept for a series...imagine: Vampire Finishing School. Yep! You get "marked" and then you have to attend the House of Night for school with other "marked" kids and if you survive the change, you become an immortal vampire. The Cast's have created vampires that are vampires who worship the goddess Nyx (who the Catholics see as Mary) and live the life of witches, being able to wield the elements and fight evil.
Anyhoo...the book is fun and ends well (which is important to me cause I'm a sucker for happy endings) and hence I couldn't put it down to walk in the park. Sorry puppy.
#2. I spent the other portion of my indoor time SHOPPING. Yep...I have been lucky enough to find a friend who is interested in joining me to go dancing and THAT thrills me WAAAY above what I could possibly explain in words. I took her to Gothic Reniassance and Vampire Freaks to find stuff to wear dancing with me. Celine bought her first corset and choker! Yay Celine! I bought a fun tiny black duffle bag that has a dead stuffed white bunny on it (dead = X's for eyes). He is detatchable with a zipper tummy and you can make him the purse if you want. So fun. I also snagged a black umbrella with sculls and a red patten leather choker to go with my waist cincher. It was a good time!
By the by...the reason it's great that Celine is going to join me dancing in my "scene" is that none of my other close friends will go and I usually have to go alone. Alone = not so fun. So...to have someone to go with me (other than when my pal Matt is in town) brings me quite a bit of joy! PLUS...to get to share my love of this scene with a friend? Priceless. :)
#3. More indoor time was spent EATING! Yum! I went to eat at my FAVORITE restaurant in the city; Casellula. It's a wine/cheese place. Celine and I ate like queens and had a really fun time. If you live in NYC...check the place out...its on 9th Ave. and 52nd Street. :)
And all that, was just Saturday.
Sunday I was indoors because....I was WORKING ON MY BOOK! Again one might hope you could forgive me for indoor time as I was starting the review of my editor's edits. Boy is THAT fuckin' time consuming, slow going, and slightly boring. RIGHT CLICK-CLICK ACCEPT CHANGE repeat and repeat and repeat. *sigh* This is pass #1. Anything she wanted to "cut" that I wanted to really think about I left it for pass #2. Other than that I watched BOONDOCK SAINTS TWO. Bloody brilliant film!!!!! If you've never seen the first one it's a travesty...go rent the fucker or get it on Netflix dude! THEN...see the 2nd one. I laughed so hard at one point it hurt and I had to pause the film.
What a GREAT weekend...even though I was indoors. :)
Oh...look...my eye stopped twitching! Praise God! Maybe it was just telling me to go blog? ;) Ha ha!
Have a great week folks! I'm picking up Holly Black's new book, White Cat, this weekend but this time...I shall consider laying out in the sun to read. Shall tell you about this new series call The Curse Workers next week.
Tamsin :)
P.S. I've met Holly Black. Fun lady! Would you believe she wore black leather pants on a balmy summer day for a signing of Cassandra Clare's work last summer in Bryant Park? I'd have sweat to death but she seemed fine. Holly was acting as Cassandra's MC for the BP event as they are friends. AND...as Cassandra Clare is my fave author AND she recommends Holly's book...I shall read it.
A new week.
A new day.
The same fucking eye twitch.
I've slept. I've tried just keeping the eye closed. I've purposefully NOT been on the computer at home...wtf do I need to do to stop this eye from twitching?! Grrr...
But I shouldn't talk about my eye...it'll think it's important and keep twitching just to piss me off...
Last time I wrote here was April...yes, we are now in May and May hath brought 80 degree days to NYC. Yep...80! And because of that lovely weather I obviously spent it...
Indoors.
I know, your'e mad at me (so is my dog, trust me). But wait...listen to why and you can forgive me. I did a lot this past weekend so...listen up...
#1. I spent part of my indoor time READING. See, the newest book in the House of Night Series came out, entitled "Burned". When last we saw our heroine she was busy dying. Yep. Dying. Her soul was shattered after witnessing the death of someone she loved and in this new book she is in the Otherworld while her friends (and her body) are in the real world trying to figure out how to get her out of there in one piece, since its never been done before. I lay in bed all afternoon on Saturday finishing this fun book.
The website for this series is rather...uh...what's a good word? Childish? No...Teenagish? (not that that's a real word but...you know what I mean...overdramatic) The books on the other hand are quite brilliant YA work. Written by P.C. Cast and her daughter Kristen. It's such a fantastic concept for a series...imagine: Vampire Finishing School. Yep! You get "marked" and then you have to attend the House of Night for school with other "marked" kids and if you survive the change, you become an immortal vampire. The Cast's have created vampires that are vampires who worship the goddess Nyx (who the Catholics see as Mary) and live the life of witches, being able to wield the elements and fight evil.
Anyhoo...the book is fun and ends well (which is important to me cause I'm a sucker for happy endings) and hence I couldn't put it down to walk in the park. Sorry puppy.
#2. I spent the other portion of my indoor time SHOPPING. Yep...I have been lucky enough to find a friend who is interested in joining me to go dancing and THAT thrills me WAAAY above what I could possibly explain in words. I took her to Gothic Reniassance and Vampire Freaks to find stuff to wear dancing with me. Celine bought her first corset and choker! Yay Celine! I bought a fun tiny black duffle bag that has a dead stuffed white bunny on it (dead = X's for eyes). He is detatchable with a zipper tummy and you can make him the purse if you want. So fun. I also snagged a black umbrella with sculls and a red patten leather choker to go with my waist cincher. It was a good time!
By the by...the reason it's great that Celine is going to join me dancing in my "scene" is that none of my other close friends will go and I usually have to go alone. Alone = not so fun. So...to have someone to go with me (other than when my pal Matt is in town) brings me quite a bit of joy! PLUS...to get to share my love of this scene with a friend? Priceless. :)
#3. More indoor time was spent EATING! Yum! I went to eat at my FAVORITE restaurant in the city; Casellula. It's a wine/cheese place. Celine and I ate like queens and had a really fun time. If you live in NYC...check the place out...its on 9th Ave. and 52nd Street. :)
And all that, was just Saturday.
Sunday I was indoors because....I was WORKING ON MY BOOK! Again one might hope you could forgive me for indoor time as I was starting the review of my editor's edits. Boy is THAT fuckin' time consuming, slow going, and slightly boring. RIGHT CLICK-CLICK ACCEPT CHANGE repeat and repeat and repeat. *sigh* This is pass #1. Anything she wanted to "cut" that I wanted to really think about I left it for pass #2. Other than that I watched BOONDOCK SAINTS TWO. Bloody brilliant film!!!!! If you've never seen the first one it's a travesty...go rent the fucker or get it on Netflix dude! THEN...see the 2nd one. I laughed so hard at one point it hurt and I had to pause the film.
What a GREAT weekend...even though I was indoors. :)
Oh...look...my eye stopped twitching! Praise God! Maybe it was just telling me to go blog? ;) Ha ha!
Have a great week folks! I'm picking up Holly Black's new book, White Cat, this weekend but this time...I shall consider laying out in the sun to read. Shall tell you about this new series call The Curse Workers next week.
Tamsin :)
P.S. I've met Holly Black. Fun lady! Would you believe she wore black leather pants on a balmy summer day for a signing of Cassandra Clare's work last summer in Bryant Park? I'd have sweat to death but she seemed fine. Holly was acting as Cassandra's MC for the BP event as they are friends. AND...as Cassandra Clare is my fave author AND she recommends Holly's book...I shall read it.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Oh my goddess I'm slammed!
So...here's where my world & writing stand....
#1. I'm in the middle of reading the PROOF of Book 2 (because I owe my mom a copy from her Bday AND Josh is begging me for his copy).
#2. I've received my manuscript back from my editor and must begin to redo book one (lots to fix and re-writes to do).
#3. I've got Book Four in my head wanting out.
#4. I'm the Technical Director for a NEW festival with brand new short musicals and I'm trying to assistant produce or at least help with it.
#5. Don't forget my day job! (Which actually has work for me now!...Bad timing...)
#6. I need swim time.
#7. I have three doctors I see regularly for injuries.
#8. I need my veg time (aka TV time).
Don't get me wrong...I love being busy...but man, this is crazy, even for me.
Wish me luck. I'm off to finish up #5, head to #7 and then go home for #8...or maybe #1, 2 or 3...we'll see.
Caio!
Tamsin :)
#1. I'm in the middle of reading the PROOF of Book 2 (because I owe my mom a copy from her Bday AND Josh is begging me for his copy).
#2. I've received my manuscript back from my editor and must begin to redo book one (lots to fix and re-writes to do).
#3. I've got Book Four in my head wanting out.
#4. I'm the Technical Director for a NEW festival with brand new short musicals and I'm trying to assistant produce or at least help with it.
#5. Don't forget my day job! (Which actually has work for me now!...Bad timing...)
#6. I need swim time.
#7. I have three doctors I see regularly for injuries.
#8. I need my veg time (aka TV time).
Don't get me wrong...I love being busy...but man, this is crazy, even for me.
Wish me luck. I'm off to finish up #5, head to #7 and then go home for #8...or maybe #1, 2 or 3...we'll see.
Caio!
Tamsin :)
Random Twitter chuckles...
So, Twitter has made me laugh my ass off today so...I thought I'd write about it...
Firstly there is this tweet by Midewest Airlines (aka @MidwestAirlines)
Offering $19 o/w fare from Kansas City to Columbus, OH for travel on May 3rd. Book now: http://bit.ly/3UjjU5
Okay...so...I KNOW Kansas City has nothing really to do there (trust me, I know) but is Columbus any better? And why would it be a one-way ticket? Is this so KC kids who stole $20 from mom and dad can get the fuck outta there for good? But WHY Columbus, OH!?! LMAO! Really? And why have a "special" for this particular trip? WHO From KC needs to go to Columbus, Ohio for the hell of it at the last minute due to a sale? It's not a "vacation spot" by any shake of the imagination. Both are midwest towns with NOTHING TO FUCKING DO! **Oh dear, I'm crying I'm laughing so hard at this**
Maybe, just maybe there is some big corporation that has homes in both places and Midwest got wind of it????
Look, don't get me wrong...I love Midwest Airlines...they are my primary choice when flying (how can you say no to fresh chocolate chip cookies baked on board?) but this promo just made me laugh so I had to share it...with whoever reads this thing...just what, 3 of you? :)
And the Twitter fun doesn't stop there today...
My second nugget is that five members of the Criminal Minds primary cast are on Twitter and due to our prodding...well, read from Joe...
By Joe Montegna (aka @JoeMantegna)
I know everyone want Shemar and AJ on Twitter. We keep telling them. I think they will at some point.
Now...it seems that in order to get Shemar to join they're going to try a new tactic...read below...
By Matthew Gray Gubler (aka @Gublernation)
Since Shemar won't join Twitter I have decided to Twitter for him until he does. Here goes..."yo yo yo waxin my abs and pluckin my brows"
Another Shemar tweet "yo yo yo my fav actors in the world are Billy Dee Williams, the captain from the love boat, and Matthew Gray Gubler"
This just in from Shemar "yo yo yo sprained my toe kicking in a door today, sorry @justinbeiber I think I'm out for kickball this Sunday"
By Paget Brewster (aka @pagetpaget)
"Yo yo, Shemar here, I just gave my dog a wedgie!"
I am sure this is only the begining...as they haze their coworker and friend so as to pressure him to join Twitter. The only way he can refute what they say he says is to join...I'm guessing that's there ploy...we shall see if it works.
If any more hazing appears...I shall let you know...
It's the small things sometimes that make your day.
Tamsin :)
Firstly there is this tweet by Midewest Airlines (aka @MidwestAirlines)
Offering $19 o/w fare from Kansas City to Columbus, OH for travel on May 3rd. Book now: http://bit.ly/3UjjU5
Okay...so...I KNOW Kansas City has nothing really to do there (trust me, I know) but is Columbus any better? And why would it be a one-way ticket? Is this so KC kids who stole $20 from mom and dad can get the fuck outta there for good? But WHY Columbus, OH!?! LMAO! Really? And why have a "special" for this particular trip? WHO From KC needs to go to Columbus, Ohio for the hell of it at the last minute due to a sale? It's not a "vacation spot" by any shake of the imagination. Both are midwest towns with NOTHING TO FUCKING DO! **Oh dear, I'm crying I'm laughing so hard at this**
Maybe, just maybe there is some big corporation that has homes in both places and Midwest got wind of it????
Look, don't get me wrong...I love Midwest Airlines...they are my primary choice when flying (how can you say no to fresh chocolate chip cookies baked on board?) but this promo just made me laugh so I had to share it...with whoever reads this thing...just what, 3 of you? :)
And the Twitter fun doesn't stop there today...
My second nugget is that five members of the Criminal Minds primary cast are on Twitter and due to our prodding...well, read from Joe...
By Joe Montegna (aka @JoeMantegna)
I know everyone want Shemar and AJ on Twitter. We keep telling them. I think they will at some point.
Now...it seems that in order to get Shemar to join they're going to try a new tactic...read below...
By Matthew Gray Gubler (aka @Gublernation)
Since Shemar won't join Twitter I have decided to Twitter for him until he does. Here goes..."yo yo yo waxin my abs and pluckin my brows"
Another Shemar tweet "yo yo yo my fav actors in the world are Billy Dee Williams, the captain from the love boat, and Matthew Gray Gubler"
This just in from Shemar "yo yo yo sprained my toe kicking in a door today, sorry @justinbeiber I think I'm out for kickball this Sunday"
By Paget Brewster (aka @pagetpaget)
"Yo yo, Shemar here, I just gave my dog a wedgie!"
I am sure this is only the begining...as they haze their coworker and friend so as to pressure him to join Twitter. The only way he can refute what they say he says is to join...I'm guessing that's there ploy...we shall see if it works.
If any more hazing appears...I shall let you know...
It's the small things sometimes that make your day.
Tamsin :)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
THE MEMO
So yesterday my editor, the goddess that she is, got my "memo" of book one to me. For those of you who don't know what this is, it's a word document that has your editor's ramblings on it...going on and on about things he/she notices about your book that they would like to see you "fix". They get uber nit picky...but that's good, you want them to. I think. ;)
That said...mine is 18 pages (single spacing / 12pt font) of goobiddygoo (this is neither a positive or a negative term btw, I just like it better than "stuff"). Some things I was like, "Really? I was that stupid?" while at other times I was like, "If we're cutting this down why are we having me write all this new stuff?" and then at other times I was like, "So brainiac, how do you suggest we do THAT?"
All in all though...she's "on the money" on her notes. Fixing it all is going to be a mixture of "this sucks my ass" and "fun". Yes, fun. I looooove to create new scenes that tell you more about the world I created in my head. If I didn't, why would I be a writer?
I thought I'd share some of the positive things my editor had to say after reading my first book. Why? So that every time I open this page to write you all, I get reminded of the "positive" shit cause I'll be focusing ALL my time on the "negative" stuff.
These are my 3 favorite things she had to say...
"I was working on this project as well as other smaller things over the course of several weeks, but when I wasn't at home editing, I'd find myself thinking about your characters as if I were still caught up in the heat of the action."
"I was pleasantly surprised by the scope of the plot and the depth of character you have. What you've got here is an epic saga, and I was constantly imporessed by the intricacy of the plotting, the evolution of multiple themes, and the collective activity of a team of diverse and, almost universally, likable characters."
"Your creative brain, it seems, is indefatigable..."
Following this I then get 17 pages of "this _________ isn't so great...how can we fix it?"
To say I have a little work ahead of me is an understatement. But...I think that this book will be far better after I've put this time in.
My co-worker asked me how long these changes should take me. At the speed that I can think/create/type? I'm saying 3 months...end of August by the latest...that's my goal. That will mean many nights "in" at my computer and many lunches at work where I don't go explore the lovely weather but sit here chained to the PC.
Funny thing is...I'm totally okay with that. In fact, normally tonight is the night I go to the gym to swim...which I love...but, I will not get to write at all over the weekend and I have a fun scene in my head so...I must go home and let it escape or I'll be buggered all weekend with it on "replay". PLUS I should also re-read the memo again & take more notes for my meeting with my nit picky goddess this weekend.
Oh, and I need to clean my bathroom, sweep the apt, and mop the kitchen floor.
And you thought the life of an author was exciting...sometimes, not so much.
Why can't I write over the weekend? Well...a pal from Boston is coming to visit and we're seeing two concerts...Faith and the Muse on Friday & Assemblage 23 on Saturday. I will tell you ALL about them next week!
Have a great weekend all! Toodles!
Tamsin :)
That said...mine is 18 pages (single spacing / 12pt font) of goobiddygoo (this is neither a positive or a negative term btw, I just like it better than "stuff"). Some things I was like, "Really? I was that stupid?" while at other times I was like, "If we're cutting this down why are we having me write all this new stuff?" and then at other times I was like, "So brainiac, how do you suggest we do THAT?"
All in all though...she's "on the money" on her notes. Fixing it all is going to be a mixture of "this sucks my ass" and "fun". Yes, fun. I looooove to create new scenes that tell you more about the world I created in my head. If I didn't, why would I be a writer?
I thought I'd share some of the positive things my editor had to say after reading my first book. Why? So that every time I open this page to write you all, I get reminded of the "positive" shit cause I'll be focusing ALL my time on the "negative" stuff.
These are my 3 favorite things she had to say...
"I was working on this project as well as other smaller things over the course of several weeks, but when I wasn't at home editing, I'd find myself thinking about your characters as if I were still caught up in the heat of the action."
"I was pleasantly surprised by the scope of the plot and the depth of character you have. What you've got here is an epic saga, and I was constantly imporessed by the intricacy of the plotting, the evolution of multiple themes, and the collective activity of a team of diverse and, almost universally, likable characters."
"Your creative brain, it seems, is indefatigable..."
Following this I then get 17 pages of "this _________ isn't so great...how can we fix it?"
To say I have a little work ahead of me is an understatement. But...I think that this book will be far better after I've put this time in.
My co-worker asked me how long these changes should take me. At the speed that I can think/create/type? I'm saying 3 months...end of August by the latest...that's my goal. That will mean many nights "in" at my computer and many lunches at work where I don't go explore the lovely weather but sit here chained to the PC.
Funny thing is...I'm totally okay with that. In fact, normally tonight is the night I go to the gym to swim...which I love...but, I will not get to write at all over the weekend and I have a fun scene in my head so...I must go home and let it escape or I'll be buggered all weekend with it on "replay". PLUS I should also re-read the memo again & take more notes for my meeting with my nit picky goddess this weekend.
Oh, and I need to clean my bathroom, sweep the apt, and mop the kitchen floor.
And you thought the life of an author was exciting...sometimes, not so much.
Why can't I write over the weekend? Well...a pal from Boston is coming to visit and we're seeing two concerts...Faith and the Muse on Friday & Assemblage 23 on Saturday. I will tell you ALL about them next week!
Have a great weekend all! Toodles!
Tamsin :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Deep thoughts for a Monday?
Walking about my neighborhood last night I watched people going about their everyday lives and wondered, "Is anyone ever happy with where they are?" or maybe more simply put, "Do you want to be more than you are or would that just be too much work?"
I primarily think on this for multiple reasons.
A. I'm going to be 40 in July and wondering myself what more I will give to this world.
B. The kids that hang out on the corners in my neighborhood seem to do very little except smoke weed, fuck their girl, play basketball, and talk sports. Oh, and some of them like to be daddy's at the age of 19 and blow off their responsibility to their child (gee, shocker).
C. The hard working adults in my neighborhood who do manual labor or blue collar jobs that exhaust them. I see them come home to multiple kids (some of which are the afformentioned) and they just always look tired and unhappy.
Now, don't get me wrong...my whole neighborhood isn't like this...I'm talking of those I see that are.
My question here is really...did their dreams die or did they never have any?
Those who know me know I'm a driven person...some might say a VERY DRIVEN person...and they are right. I've always had high asperations of what I wanted and it never occured to me I couldn't do them. Ever. Hell, I remember when I was 16 and my best friend Jenny and I were convinced we were going to run away to NYC and be actors...you know, steal the car and go! (Note: this would've been 1986 so...keep that in mind). It never occured to us we wouldn't hit NYC and NOT be actors. HILARIOUS now huh?
Jenny is now a mother of 4 beautiful kids and is a missionary in Portugal. Me? I'm a director/producer/TD/etc. in NYC. Wanna act? Hell no. Oh how we change.
That said...though we weren't "run aways" by any shake of the imagination we were dreamers w/o limitations. These dreams were things we "knew" we could do if we wanted them. It never occured to us we couldn't. One might say that is the beauty of being a child, to have that imagination and niavity. But I say it's how you think then that helps who you become now. If I'd not been a dreamer would I have pushed to accomplish all I have?
Don't get me wrong...I've not done "a lot" but...for a small girl who grew up in a farming town in Michigan...I've gone farther than some ever even consider. And I plan to push further. Why? Cause I can. Period. There is no limit to my imagination and so thus there should be no limit to what I can achieve.
Did this mentality die out in the 90's? Is there a reason these kids I see today seem to have very little imagination and ambition? Teenage girls with kids and absent dad's and their parents shuffling through life without smiles. It's sad.
So I ask again...did their dreams die or did they never have any?
Thoughts on this from anyone who actually reads my ramblings would be GREAT!
Hope your Monday is treating you well! If it's not, break up with it for Tuesday.
Tamsin :) xo
P.S. I'll share my BIG dream that I see not trouble obtaining and maybe you can share yours if you want...
I want to sell my book series and become a well respected author with the money to pay off all my debt, help my parents, and create a theatre/music/dance school in NYC with my pal Patrick (and his soon to be wife Kat). A school that will be cheap enough so that actors can afford to study w/o working two jobs AND a rehearsal space that will be cheap enough so that small production companies can rehearse w/o breaking their budget WHILE producing fun and inovative theatre/musical/dance.
I CAN DO THIS. I WILL DO THIS.
What will YOU do? Have you ever let yourself have dreams/aspirations of what you will do in this world? Have your dreams died? Do they need a RedBull? Think about it.
I primarily think on this for multiple reasons.
A. I'm going to be 40 in July and wondering myself what more I will give to this world.
B. The kids that hang out on the corners in my neighborhood seem to do very little except smoke weed, fuck their girl, play basketball, and talk sports. Oh, and some of them like to be daddy's at the age of 19 and blow off their responsibility to their child (gee, shocker).
C. The hard working adults in my neighborhood who do manual labor or blue collar jobs that exhaust them. I see them come home to multiple kids (some of which are the afformentioned) and they just always look tired and unhappy.
Now, don't get me wrong...my whole neighborhood isn't like this...I'm talking of those I see that are.
My question here is really...did their dreams die or did they never have any?
Those who know me know I'm a driven person...some might say a VERY DRIVEN person...and they are right. I've always had high asperations of what I wanted and it never occured to me I couldn't do them. Ever. Hell, I remember when I was 16 and my best friend Jenny and I were convinced we were going to run away to NYC and be actors...you know, steal the car and go! (Note: this would've been 1986 so...keep that in mind). It never occured to us we wouldn't hit NYC and NOT be actors. HILARIOUS now huh?
Jenny is now a mother of 4 beautiful kids and is a missionary in Portugal. Me? I'm a director/producer/TD/etc. in NYC. Wanna act? Hell no. Oh how we change.
That said...though we weren't "run aways" by any shake of the imagination we were dreamers w/o limitations. These dreams were things we "knew" we could do if we wanted them. It never occured to us we couldn't. One might say that is the beauty of being a child, to have that imagination and niavity. But I say it's how you think then that helps who you become now. If I'd not been a dreamer would I have pushed to accomplish all I have?
Don't get me wrong...I've not done "a lot" but...for a small girl who grew up in a farming town in Michigan...I've gone farther than some ever even consider. And I plan to push further. Why? Cause I can. Period. There is no limit to my imagination and so thus there should be no limit to what I can achieve.
Did this mentality die out in the 90's? Is there a reason these kids I see today seem to have very little imagination and ambition? Teenage girls with kids and absent dad's and their parents shuffling through life without smiles. It's sad.
So I ask again...did their dreams die or did they never have any?
Thoughts on this from anyone who actually reads my ramblings would be GREAT!
Hope your Monday is treating you well! If it's not, break up with it for Tuesday.
Tamsin :) xo
P.S. I'll share my BIG dream that I see not trouble obtaining and maybe you can share yours if you want...
I want to sell my book series and become a well respected author with the money to pay off all my debt, help my parents, and create a theatre/music/dance school in NYC with my pal Patrick (and his soon to be wife Kat). A school that will be cheap enough so that actors can afford to study w/o working two jobs AND a rehearsal space that will be cheap enough so that small production companies can rehearse w/o breaking their budget WHILE producing fun and inovative theatre/musical/dance.
I CAN DO THIS. I WILL DO THIS.
What will YOU do? Have you ever let yourself have dreams/aspirations of what you will do in this world? Have your dreams died? Do they need a RedBull? Think about it.
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