R. Cooper's Blog - Posts Tagged "whining"
you know i'm drunk because ke-dollar sign-ha is on and i'm going to pick a fight about dolly parton's awesomeness
I'm out of tequila. *sadface* I hope there will be plenty for me up in Guerneville next weekend. (Kidding, I know there will be, but I will probably have to buy it for myself, and I could be back in a vodka mood by then and that's a whole separate issue I'm just not gonna go into).
The Lazy Bear Fest is next weekend in hot ass fucking Guerneville. Sweaty ass hot dudes with no interest in my ladyparts? I am so there.
Actually, I'm there to play wing...woman--I'm there to be emotionally supportive and hold hair back where necessary.
I am sure I'll get crowded out of the Rainbow Cattle Co. and end up squished up against a bunch of tall people in a straight bar. *sigh* The things I do for people...
Also, yes I've been writing. I got sidetracked as usual, and my betasokay, dlasta is being a ruthless, awesome bitch and forcing me to add things and now everything is longer than expected. Since when is that a bad thing amirite? Then when I whine, she mocks me for my pain.
And um...I forgot my point here. So...yeah. Ooh hot mens in suits on TV!
The Lazy Bear Fest is next weekend in hot ass fucking Guerneville. Sweaty ass hot dudes with no interest in my ladyparts? I am so there.
Actually, I'm there to play wing...woman--I'm there to be emotionally supportive and hold hair back where necessary.
I am sure I'll get crowded out of the Rainbow Cattle Co. and end up squished up against a bunch of tall people in a straight bar. *sigh* The things I do for people...
Also, yes I've been writing. I got sidetracked as usual, and my betas
And um...I forgot my point here. So...yeah. Ooh hot mens in suits on TV!
all i ever wanted was the world
To the person who wanted me to try to upload Ideas of Sin to All Romance Ebooks... yeah, I tried. But no matter what I do to the cover image, how many times I get the pixels perfectly measured up, ARE keeps telling me that the dimensions are off from what my graphics program says they are, and frankly I want to punch that website in the face right now, so that isn't happening. Sorry. Maybe someday. (Seriously though I could scream right now I have tried it so much. It was just not meant to be, cherie.)
Meanwhile, you know when you are working on a project and it's not there yet, but you can kind of see what it's turning into and it's awesome, but you still know it's going to be a while? Yeah that is where I am.
But my nerds in a coffee shop short story should be coming out soon. I did my cover sheet today, which means describing them and trying to think like an artist today (which yeah I can't. Art is hard work, y'all. Recognize.)
You know what I miss though? Fairies so in love that they have heart eyes. I need to write more of that. Maybe try to fit another fairy story into the weird short story collection I am trying to do here. I love twinky fairies especially, though I was considering doing a Love Talker (gancanagh). Then again, there are so many other things to do and I want some fun to balance out all the drama. There is some serious drama. I blame Kazimir, operatic courtesan and consummate drama queen.
"I know I haven't eaten or slept in far too long, but I must confess to some confusion." Jacob did not seem to notice Kazimir was trembling against him. A kiss might have made him stop talking, but Kazimir could not lift his head for one.
"It is very hard to hold onto a firebird," Kazimir told him despite never having met another of his kind. He had heard once that the czars had kept them, to their peril. Persian kings had taken them and worn their feathers, courting disaster in their pride. Only Egypt was said to have honored them, but the pharaohs were still gone. "Those who try often live to regret it."
Kazimir was so close to him that he could hear Jacob swallow. "Do you warn all men this way?"
"I could demand the impossible from you," Kazimir continued, feeling Jacob's hand tighten on him and smiling for it, "watch you throw yourself after what cannot be caught."
"Yesterday I would have said this was impossible," Jacob mused, "try again, golden bird."
Kazimir, on the verge of asking for the moon, closed his mouth. There was little use in warning a drunkard from drink, or a man in lust from the object of his passion. He pressed his palm to Jacob's chest, surprised at the insistent thrum of his heart, the strength of the breath Jacob drew in. He smoothed out the wrinkles in the old shirt, taking his time and wondering when Jacob would speak again.
Meanwhile, you know when you are working on a project and it's not there yet, but you can kind of see what it's turning into and it's awesome, but you still know it's going to be a while? Yeah that is where I am.
But my nerds in a coffee shop short story should be coming out soon. I did my cover sheet today, which means describing them and trying to think like an artist today (which yeah I can't. Art is hard work, y'all. Recognize.)
You know what I miss though? Fairies so in love that they have heart eyes. I need to write more of that. Maybe try to fit another fairy story into the weird short story collection I am trying to do here. I love twinky fairies especially, though I was considering doing a Love Talker (gancanagh). Then again, there are so many other things to do and I want some fun to balance out all the drama. There is some serious drama. I blame Kazimir, operatic courtesan and consummate drama queen.
"I know I haven't eaten or slept in far too long, but I must confess to some confusion." Jacob did not seem to notice Kazimir was trembling against him. A kiss might have made him stop talking, but Kazimir could not lift his head for one.
"It is very hard to hold onto a firebird," Kazimir told him despite never having met another of his kind. He had heard once that the czars had kept them, to their peril. Persian kings had taken them and worn their feathers, courting disaster in their pride. Only Egypt was said to have honored them, but the pharaohs were still gone. "Those who try often live to regret it."
Kazimir was so close to him that he could hear Jacob swallow. "Do you warn all men this way?"
"I could demand the impossible from you," Kazimir continued, feeling Jacob's hand tighten on him and smiling for it, "watch you throw yourself after what cannot be caught."
"Yesterday I would have said this was impossible," Jacob mused, "try again, golden bird."
Kazimir, on the verge of asking for the moon, closed his mouth. There was little use in warning a drunkard from drink, or a man in lust from the object of his passion. He pressed his palm to Jacob's chest, surprised at the insistent thrum of his heart, the strength of the breath Jacob drew in. He smoothed out the wrinkles in the old shirt, taking his time and wondering when Jacob would speak again.
