Alrighty, here's the temporary plan...

I am going to post at least once a week on here until I either

a) get a better hold of my time, or

b) give up on the former and do the once-a-week thing

Either way, it makes me sad that I haven't updated on here, or really done much else after that.

My plan is to work on my time management so I can do all the things I love without sacrificing the important things (e.g. chores, making food, sleeping). Wish me luck, you guys.

~

And now, as John Cleese used to say... here's something completely different:

Frustrated Lady Writer Recommends:

Eclipse by Twin Shadow - Twin Shadow, now signed onto a big label (Warner Bros.), makes his major-label debut with a eighties-fused and emotional third album. Favorite tracks: "Turn Me Up", "To the Top", "Eclipse", "Half-Life", and "Old Love/New Love". Probably my favorite of his albums thus far, but Confess was really awesome.

Okay, just to show I'm still here...

I've gotten over the cold that smacked me most of the first week of March, thank God. In the meantime, I've been working at my job trying to improve my performance so I can see what else the place has to offer (I'll be at the six-month mark in April, so hopefully there could be some great things!).

I also finished a short story that, while I wanted to write it, am not sure what to do with it. It's about a young woman having a final showdown with a serial killer that had been stalking her for part of her life. I can already hear the criticism from people asking me why writing about something like this is necessary. Hell, my mom would probably ask the same question. I wonder if Joyce Carol Oates gets that question a lot. (My bet is yes. Yes she does,)

But you know what bugs me the most about the short story? I hate the title. It is made of concentrated "make 'em say ugh".

Fun fact: I wrote about 3K of this while waiting for calls at my job. Hell yeah.

Otherwise...

 that I actually got something done.

Now to give it a better name, edit it, and maybe publish it?  Okay, not sure on the last one.

Where the eff have I been? Well, sick for one.

After the Fleetwood Mac concert (and man alive, the experience alone is worth an entry, which is forthcoming, my lovelies...), I woke up the morning after with a wicked sore throat. Despite that, I took my mom to Waterloo Records, Bookpeople, LUSH, and Whole Foods (the flagship store). She enjoyed the little tour of all the places I love to visit in Austin. We drove home shortly after all that and I pretty much crashed into either bed or my recliner, where I've been since then.

The sore throat very quickly evolved into headaches, a fever, and congestion. Yea, a cold!

Because of the lethargy that hit me like a freight train, along with the rest of the carriage of this fever, I have taken three days off from work (thank God for sick time) so I can recover before going in tomorrow and Saturday. Yikes, hadn't been this sick in a long while. It seems to get me just as the winter season is ending.

So here I am, tempering this cold so I can work the weekend and then rest up more on my days off so I can conquer the rest of this month with fervor!

Isn't it sad that I feel odd about taking sick days when I need it? I feel like I should be at work, even if I can hardly hold my head up and snot is dripping out my nose. But I really don't think I would bring any game to the job, along with spreading the sickness (even though illnesses have been hitting everyone since December).

Even my father, who is usually hardened to this kinda thing, has been shaking off a stubborn flu for almost two weeks now.

So here is a reminder to my readers that I'm still here.