Stupid ol' clouds, why you got to rain on my parade??

Figures.... this weekend is setting up to be an Epic Win, and I have to set myself up as an Epic Fail....

So many wonderful things are aligning in my microcosmic/nerdy universe for this weekend that I can hardly stand it... and lo, I am hardly standing at all *pathetic sigh*

September 23rd kicks off----

1/ FenCon VIII in Dallas, linked here. It'll be the first time I've seen a literary convention and the first time I've seen any part of Dallas, other than the airport. I can't wait for this road-trip!

2/ The second part of the First Round of NYC Midnight Flash Fiction contest, linked here. I don't really know how I'm going to manage to get this story written in 48 hrs while the convention's going on--- let's hope the hotel's WiFi doesn't flip out--- I blogged about the first part of the First Round here, and posted my first round story, here, if you'd like to give it a read.

3/ Season 7 of one of the few shows I actually try to keep up with: Supernatural--- sue me, I'm a drooling fangirl!

How could this not be a more perfect weekend??? Yeah, about that....

I'm not accident-prone, nor am I overly susceptible to the yearly viruses that float around--- but, when I do get sick, or I do get hurt.... I do it right! Suppose I'm an overachiever in that department as well----

Last week I sported a lovely chest-cold/bronchitis thing that had me croaking like a frog. I panicked, thinking this would be a great way to make a first impression at the first convention I'd managed to attend--- but, my voice (as of 2 days ago) is nearly back to normal. Whew! Crisis averted.... I thought.

Yesterday, in what can only be described as a freak twist of fate, I was knocked from a step-ladder by a shelving unit in our store that decided it no longer wanted to be connected with the wall. There was no warning--- suddenly I was overcome by the sheer force of dozens of books as they pummeled into my chest. In less than a second, I stepped back from the ladder and felt myself free-falling toward the concrete floor of our backroom.

One loud pop from my right ankle and a couple of seconds of rolling to my left, I lay gasping---- wondering what the hell had just happened.

I stood--- remembering the dozens of times I've twisted this ankle in the past--- and put weight on my foot, thinking I could "walk it off" the way I'd done in the past.... yeah, wrong! Trembling all over, sweat pouring down my face, I suddenly realized I'd really hurt myself. I could feel my foot actually swelling against the inside of my shoe--- that was a new experience.

Lovely!

So, I hobbled home yesterday (sorry to the co-worker who had to stay and cover my shift), and I called in this afternoon (sorry to the same co-worker who had to come in on her day off to, again, cover my shift). I've spent more than 24 hrs icing, wrapping and taking more ibuprofen than is considered safe for a horse--- the pain is considerably lessened, but I have a tri-colored foot and a mildly swollen ankle---

What a way to prepare for an epic weekend..... *double sigh*

L is for Loch Ness Monster....

With Kelpie, for my 'K' entry, still fresh, I thought it'd be fun to stick to the water for a bit. So, while we're in the realm of Celtic water creatures, why not visit with the most famous and widely known of aquatic beasties---- the Loch Ness Monster. Though, Nessie, sort of skirts the line of supernatural creature as it is purported by many to be a cryptid, a creature whose existence has yet to be identified by the scientific community. Those who believe Nessie an unidentified animal, have speculated that it is from the line of Plesiosaurs, while the scientific community claims it's just a modern-day myth, or at the very worst--- a hoax. I've included the Loch Ness Monster as part of my Supernatural theme because, like Bigfoot, there's an, albeit EXTREMELY, remote chance that it's real, but, like ghosts, I won't believe it until I see it myself----- I'm a card-carrying skeptic, but, I can enjoy a smidgen of the illogical now-and-again-...

K is for Kelpie.....

Today's entry is dedicated to my wonderful social club pledge sister, who sent me off from our college sanctuary with a copy of "Scottish Folk and Fairy Tales", containing an inscription that the "magic and mischief of the Kelpie follow me".... She knew I had an affinity for water and for mischief...and for all-things Celtic--so the Kelpie seemed to suit---- though, I'm not quite as savage as many folktales paint Kelpies. Kelpies are Celtic water horses, believed to haunt the lochs and rivers of Scotland and Ireland. The Kelpie was known to appear as a "lost pony", though, its identity is given away by its constantly dripping mane. Most stories give the color of the Kelpie's coat as black, though there are a few that mention the color white. The texture of the Kelpie's skin is likened to the smoothness of a seal, but its temperature is "cold as death to the touch." Like many other tales of supernatural creatures, the Kelpie...

A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered...

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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