S is also for Sad Panda (Not so Bonus Post)

sadpandaIts pretty unusual for me to make posts like this. I limit this blog to posting about writing adventures, or seeing the world, or my shameless adventures in Tolkienerdom (made a word up. Do something about it). But today I’ve had a pretty awful day. Like “I might have ugly cried over the end of Spartacus, that I actually watched over a week ago,” day.

Nothing specific triggered it exactly. Nothing especially bad happened. But I woke up with my head a little off, and it carried with me through the rest of the day. Every conversation I had felt like a debate session, I almost punted my dog down the stairs (and, in the mood I was in, I’d have literally ROFL’d at her misfortune), my writing has been sloppier and less inspired than usual, my workout only lasted five minutes before I stubbed my toe and cussed at the treadmill (in my defense, it was being a belligerent douchecanoe), and I almost burst into tears at the end of a zombie Chernobyl movie because, goddamnit, clearly this cheesy horror film was actually a political exposition piece on how wrongly treated the victims were! My husband and I went out to dinner, and before we even got to the restaurant he asked me if I needed a Red Hut built in the backyard to go cool off. Yes I do: to put his ass in.

The point is, there’s no reason for me to feel so down in the dumps today, I just do. And I know everyone reading this understands this, but this is just one of the byproducts of being creative. Its how the universe balances things out. We creative types…we FEEL things. WE FEEL ALL THE THINGS. ALL MY FEELS ZOMGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

So if you’re having a bad day, either today or any other day you stumble across this post, just remember: today only sucks because you’re awesome. And being awesome is our cross to bear.


M is for My Name

sarahSarah is of both Hebrew and Arabic origin, meaning “princess” in both. The first and most famous mention of the name is in three holy works of the Torah, Old Testament, and the Quran. Sarai, the wife of Abraham, remains beautiful but barren until her old age when she is blessed by God, who tells her she is henceforth to be known as Sarah. The way I always interpreted this was that she was only sort-of awesome, and then God decides she’s going to be full-on awesome by giving her the best name ever. And bam, just like that, she has a son.

SarahMy mother wanted to give me a strong name. There were other names that were “trending” at the time of my birth (she once joked that I was supposed to be “Ingaborg”), but she felt that the name Sarah would carry with it a strength and confidence throughout the years of my life. It was also the name of her best friend, and the title character for the song “Sarah Maria,” from her favorite musician, James Taylor. Of course, there were many other songs written about Sarahs, but they all pretty much sucked. Many have sung them in my presence; few are still around to tell about it.sarah-name-arabic-caligraphy

I never wanted a different name, never thought about changing it. I’ve always been grateful that my mother chose a name for me that I could be proud of.

Also, princess? Accurate.



K is for King James Hepburn (Oh, Wait…)

PG 869Okay, so James Hepburn, the 4th Earl of Bothwell, was never technically king. He was married to Queen Mary of Scotland, but he wedded her in such a scandalous way that if her kingdom had not already been in jeopardy, that would have done it. As it was, it was pretty much the nail in her monarchical coffin. It was also pretty badass. I’m shocked he hasn’t had movie made purely about his courtship of Mary Stuart.

But, much as I adore the story of Mary Queen of Scots and her Earl of Bothwell, this is not a history post. This is a superficial post with no redeeming scholarly merit whatsoever. This is a post about the fact that, for some strange, unknown reason (and clearly not accounting for taste), I have the major hots for James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell. He could seriously get it.

So here’s to you JH. You may not have quite grasped the crown of Scotland, but you will always be King of My Heart.



Happy Easter (and Happy NaNo Eve)


I just wanted to take a moment to say Happy Easter to everyone! And yes, these two sassy hoodlums above are mine. Hellscream (aka Chicken) and Deathwing (aka Turkey) would also like to wish you a Happy Easter. You’re always welcome to visit these scamps on Facebook.

For those of us getting together all of our last minute planning for Camp NaNoWriMo tomorrow, best of luck! As for me, I am just putting the finishing touches on my outline, but I feel pretty good about this project. My mind is already starting to wander toward what I will write about in July…