So I'm trying to wile away the hours until my "last meal".... I can't eat anything solid (or that I can't see through) after midnight tonight. And I have to stop with the clear fluids and such 2 hours before I arrive at the hospital. So, 10:30 am---no more anything. I'm supposed to arrive at the hospital at 12:30 and my surgery is at 2pm.

But I'm not nervous. ::shakes head::: Nope. Not me. Not nervous at all. Hehehe. Okay, maybe a little. It's mostly the whole stick a needle in my arm thing. Once that's done, I should totally be fine. I mean, they're doing this under anesthesia, so it's not like it'll hurt or anything. Right? I mean, maybe some afterwards, sure. Oh, phooey. I'm nervous.

So, I took a little test and guess what? I'm a geek. Duh.

80% GeekMingle²

Shocking. I know.

I'm still chugging away on the Huck Lace Shawl. It's really getting some comments from Randy and Nicky. My sister should be tickled if they actually let me send it out of the house. *grin*

It's too complex to take places because of the rows that need beads, so I won't take it to the hospital for all the inevitable waiting. I plan to take ::drum roll:: socks. *grin* Yep, that's me. Always with the socks, I am! (And now I've started talking like Yoda. *sigh*)

I'm a little bummed writing-wise. I've got this (short?) story idea that I think is good for a science fiction setting and I've got two different starters for it, but it feels like the whole crux of the story happens late. So, I somehow need to establish in the reader's mind "these two people are madly in love and you want them to stay together no matter what." I need to make them being together instinctively *right*, so that the problem they encounter can truly *wrench* at the reader and make them stop and think. But I can't figure out how to do that without front-loading pages and pages of them getting together and clicking like so few people rarely do.

Then, on top of that, I just saw the summary of a book (by Jerry Pournelle, of course) that I've never read....which sounds so much like a book I've got about half written. So, before I get back to work on edits for that book, I've got to track down a copy and see if it's too close.

The werewolf novel is moving. Slowly. I'm developing the main character and trying to work up some supporting characters, but the rest of it is still hugely blank to me. I stuck some Disturbed lyrics in, theoretically as place holders until I can write up some lyrics for an imaginary band the main character likes. Randy likes it as it is and he thinks I should get the band's permission to use the snippets. Mmmmm. If I thought I'd have them recurring more, I'd be more inclined to keep them, use more and get permission for all of it. But I don't know yet what I want to do. It's just a rough early draft still.

Connecting my reading/writing and my knitting together, I'm on the last book in Catherine Asaro's Skolian Empire series. I've listened to the entire series on my iPod, thanks to Audible.com. The narrator for each book has remained the same: Anna Fields. I'm not sure what kind of training a person has to do to become a narrator, but I doubt it's one many kids/teens hear about. The language abilities, the accents, the voices---deeper for some, higher for others---it's astonishing how talented these people are.

In the case of David Weber's "Off Armageddon Reef", the fact that I listened to it, instead of read it, probably saved the book for me. I bought it for Randy to read---he just doesn't enjoy the listening, but that may be because his hands have nothing to do---and he said the names were really annoying. I couldn't see why...until I scanned the printed book. "Haarahld" is pronounced by the narrator as "Harold". "Cayleb" as "Caleb". (Perhaps there's a slight lengthening of the pronunciation of "Haarahld", but still.)

I should try to get a little laundry done since I don't know how sore I'll be after tomorrow. I'll update when I can.