I have one finished draft that needs editing and one half-finished draft that is coming along nicely.  I’m not sure I’ll finish tonight, but I’m trying…

God, I miss doing this full-time.  It’s crazy, it’s stressful, but it’s a great feeling to be writing like a maniac under a deadline.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 08:59 PM Permalink

In an odd twist of fate, I need to write two stories of around 3000 words each in the next, ohh, fifteen minutes.  Okay, maybe it’s slightly more than fifteen minutes, say a day or two.  The good news is, I only really need one well-written story.  It would just be a little extra insurance if I have two.  Still, that’s a tight deadline.  And yet here I am, wasting precious time and brain cells.  So, can I write two stories in twenty-four hours? Yes, I can!  Go Team Kris!

I’ll be back to explain why I’m attempting this when the stories are written, or at least drafted.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 02:26 PM Permalink

After a week of sleepless nights, I thought I was over the insomnia.

I thought wrong.  Sigh.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 01:44 AM Permalink

Several people close to me are in the midst of or are preparing for life-changes.  I’m essentially doing the same thing I was doing when I moved to Virginia nearly four years ago, and I suppose that means it may be my turn for some sort of life-change soon.  It’s interesting how my career and educational goals have kind of fallen by the wayside, but it doesn’t really bother me.  I know I will get where I want to go… in time.

The past few years of my life have been focused on building-- and rebuilding-- relationships.  I didn’t really intend it, it just sort of happened.  All the relationships I have are stronger than they were four years ago-- and the relationships I’ve developed in the past few years feel solid and long term.  I am back in touch with old friends and I have new friends who are like family.  I’ve been married for almost fourteen years and Jay is still putting up with my moody, free spirited ways.  Believe me, I wouldn’t want to live with me.  It must be love.

I spent a good portion of my life keeping people at a distance.  It’s safe, but it’s lonely.  I’m not doing that anymore-- at least not consciously.  Not having the real family bonds most people have and not having children of my own has given me a rare opportunity to give more of myself to other people than I might otherwise have to give.  And it feels good, this giving.  It feels right.

When I die, I want to have a string of letters after my name and a stack of books with my face on the back cover.  I also want to be missed.

Posted by Kristina in Life at 12:54 AM Permalink

Main Entry: dog·ma
Pronunciation: ‘dog-ma, ‘däg-ma
Function: noun
Date: 1638

1 a : something held as an established opinion; especially : a definite authoritative tenet b : a code of such tenets c : a point of view or tenet put forth as authoritative without adequate grounds
2 : a doctrine or body of doctrines concerning faith or morals formally stated and authoritatively proclaimed by a church

I guess this is my dogma-- authoritative with regard to my life, anyway.

It’s that time again.  I was getting tired of the hot pink background and the mobster moll.  I’m not sure I’m completely finished playing with this layout, but it’ll do for now.  I wish I was more proficient with HTML and CSS.  There is a lot I want to do but I just don’t have the skills.  Everything I know has been mostly trial and error.

Oh, to give credit where credit is due: the billboard is painted on the side of a pet store in Richmond, VA and the photograph was taken by Sheri, who has her own domain name now but no web page yet.  There is another version of this picture with me in it, but I decided to use this one instead. 

Dogma.  It’s fun to say.  Dogma.  Go ahead, try it.  Dogma.

I’m easily amused.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 08:30 PM Permalink