Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball: They’re taking a break this weekend from blogging. Sir Poops has worn himself out by trying to walk distances that he can’t actually handle. I’ve even caught him in a hobble-run, repeating,”I’m the stinky cheese man, catch me if you can.” His left side still collapses underneath him after only a couple feet.
Also, he’s due for a bath since he now whizzes on his leg. I can only hope it doesn’t stay eternally yellow.
Rumors: Actually, this has nothing to do with the writing world.
Since I left the salon I was at, it’s been spreading that I have my own salon and am stealing clients.
One, I don’t have my own salon and not even crazy enough to own one. Only the certifiably insane want to be managers and owners of such places. My health is way more important than being some business owner. My dream is to be a published author not some famous hairdresser.
And two, I don’t steal. If you do hair for a living, you know, peeps will hand you their phone number and/or e-mail because they want only you to do their hair. No matter where you go they’ll follow you.
On the downside of that, I’ve lost most of that info anyway. I stuff things in strange places.
And three, my hubby and I have been thinking eventually I may not be able to do hair due to my allergy issues. Every year they get worse. Plastic bags give me itchy hives. Most hair sprays make me wheez. Hair gels are known to make palms itch and swell. And, I have an allergy to latex. Last night, I touched hair bleach and the side of my finger swelled up. It looked like a red pickle.
We’re thinking an opthamalic technician is what I should be, eventually. I also think he just wants to hang out with me all day. If he could, he’d be attached to my hip 24/7. ***rolling me eyes*** (But If I become an overnight success with my book….I won’t have to do this.)
Reason for leaving: My health and sanity.
Hot Men of Blogs: It’s coming November 30, 2011. Know any? Leave their link in the comment box. Also, this will be a monthly feature on my blog.
My writing: I’ve rewritten chapters 50 through 54 to Secondhand Shoes within the last two weeks.
During my rewriting process, I stare and walk a lot. I also talk out loud to my characters. Sir Poops and Hair Ball are always by my side, pricking up their ears, tilting their heads from side to side.
My deadline to finish is December 30th. Then it will go to a couple beta readers. It really needs to be read in one straight shot not a chapter here and another chapter there. People forget what they read when there’s too much spacing between chapters, you know.
Sorry for rambling.
See you all later in the ink,
Shelly
