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[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

My first blogflog. Laurell really... makes me wonder.

Blog found here: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/0 3/schedule-called-on-account-of-weather.h tml


Laurell in bold.
Me in plain.

Jon has the flu, as in the real flu not the stomach viruses that we all normally call the flu.

Um, I call stomach viruses 'stomach flu'. I don't know about you.


Flu is a cough, fever, body aches, tiredness, and some other symptoms, but nothing like a stomach virus.

Yes, I too can look up things on WebMD.

Learn something new everyday; though we actually learned this yesterday.

Okay, I'm not going to say anything more snarky about her differentiation between the two kinds of flu. I'll just put the question to all you lashers. Do YOU call stomach viruses "the flu?" Because no one I know really does...

Darla is staying home today, part weather, and part that she's been tapped for reading the page proofs of BLOOD NOIR. Jon and I did the last go around. Darla and I did the one before that.

Wow, okay, so that's one, two, three times you're going over page proofs, with different eyes. Cool. Did they go over, say, Incubus Dreams that many times? Let's hope to Diety that it's actually productive, jeez.

And then she goes on to talk about the weather. Which, I'll grant her, is pretty bad here in the St. Louis Area. It's like our fourth (or whatever) time that we get snow. What's really amusing is people are like "HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THIS WHITE STUFF DRIFTING DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS?!" Mostly because they don't remember how to drive in the snow. Even Laurell says so.

Of course, the roads aren't that bad right this second but it's been sleeting off and on, and now the snow is starting to really come down. The wind has picked up and is driving it sideways, and all I can think is that the snow is drifting to the ground like a car drifting sideways. (Maybe cars really will become a hobby for me; I'm certainly thinking about them enough.)

How in the WORLD is snow drifting to the ground like a car drifting sideways? This doesn't compute in my poor brain. I mean, car: big, huge, heavy THING. Snow: pretty small white thing. Whatevs, man, it's Laurell logic.

The dogs are huddled around my feet wondering why I haven't fed them yet. It's a week day and they know the routine. By seven they are usually fed, but like I said, it's sort of the weekend schedule. So the puppies can wait until I've had a cuppa.

The hell's ass Laurell... It's freaking TUESDAY. Feed your damn dogs if they usually get fed at seven on weekdays. You're lucky you don't have my cat, who'd get on your lap and yowl at the top of his lungs if he's not fed by six-thirty. But honestly! THey KNOW the routine, you said so yourself. God, this woman pisses me off.

I'm having trouble letting go of my schedule as it falls to ruins around me, one of the downsides of being morbidly organized about work is that when the organization doesn't go as planned it really bugs me

But she doesn't seem to have trouble NOT FEEDING HER DOGS. I'm not even going to mention the comma. I'm going to refrain. And how can one be morbidly organized? I see that phrase and think of an OCD mortician or something. Which is just giving me some weird visuals of like, Monk preparing a body for burial which is just weird.

I'm going to finish my tea and watch the snow come down. I'm about fifteen to twenty minutes away from supposedly being at my desk, but there's no school today, and my hubby is sick, and no one else is here to tend the dogs. Soooo . . . I'll drink my tea, feed the puppies, leave a note for the kiddo telling her to get cereal, and hopefully get to work by 8:30. It's a goal.

YOU WORK AT HOME AND YOU CAN'T EVEN SPEAK TO YOUR CHILD WHEN SHE WAKES UP?! I mean, goddammit, she's also staying home from school, and you can't even exert the effort to say hi to her, to share in her joy at staying home? My mother was a stay-at-home mom, and though she wasn't a famous author, she would let me sleep in, and when I woke up, would tell me that school was cancelled and we'd make breakfast together. Jesus Christ, Laurell, do you even LIKE having a kid?! At least she's going to feed the dogs. *shakes head*

Comments

[sharkbytes.livejournal.com]

I've said it before, but seriously, what a complete and total self-involved jerk!

First of all, that's just downright mean to do to puppies. Especially older dogs, who thrive on routine and consistency. They're DOGS, they can't exactly go into the cupboard and serve themselves breakfast when they're hungry. I can't think of any pet owner with a heart that would literally remain seated, knowing full well that they have pets who are hungry and expecting food.

And I hate to wank on her for personal life stuff, but damn, not even bothering to greet your kid with a good morning WHEN YOU WORK AT HOME is some cold-ass shit.


Jon has a tummy ache, and her whole world falls to pieces? How does she ever get anything done?

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Seriously... I told my mom the part about her leaving a note for Trinity, and she was shocked. Of course, my mom could never comprehend how HARD it is to be a PUBLISHED AUTHOR and how HARD it is to get things done when her HUSBAND IS SICK (although, my dad's pretty hardcore and has worked through the flu... the REAL flu... before). We just don't understand how difficult her life is.

[mystickiwi.livejournal.com]

*raises hand* I call the pukes the flu, usually because when I'm evacuating my stomach I'm also aching, shakey and tired. (Although for the past two years it would have more accurately been called a MFing gallstone, but that's another story).

I feel so so so bad for Trinity. Can we as lashers band together and adopt the poor child? Show her love and proper grammar? Be happy that she exists as a person? Call her by her name instead of "kiddo?" Can we please? (We can adopt the dogs two while we're at it)

[amamelina.livejournal.com]

How long can it possibly take to feed your dogs? Geez, my cat is always hungry (or at least wants to be fed anytime someone walks in the kitchen). It takes a few seconds to pour some food in his dish and add water. I can do that while I'm making breakfast.

Feed the dogs!

Secondly, she works at home. She can't take five minutes to sit down and talk to her kid over breakfast? Maybe ask what she plans on doing? My mom wasn't a stay at home mom, but if she was home when I was, we at least said 'hi' face to face.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay, noted. That makes sense. I've also puked when I had the flu (the REAL flu), so, maybe it's just one of those terminology things that can vary.

Adopting Trinity and the dogs sounds good to me! It should be like, a coup.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Seriously, my cat has to have special food from these weird cans, and it still takes a few seconds though we have to wrestle with the tops and fork it out in the dish. But you see, Laurell has to have tea before she can do anything, because Jon can't do it for her.

I really hope she plans on spending time with Trinity later, but... I doubt it. You know, if she can't even feed her dogs properly.

[bubblefaerie.livejournal.com]

She always acts like her daughter is a chore. It's so sad.

It's also sad that she's so incapable of doing anything herself that Jon being sick disrupts everything in her life.

[kessie.livejournal.com]

That is unbelievable. It makes me boggle at the early Anita books that were dedicated to Trinity. I try to avoid LKH's relationship with her daughter because of my own issues with my mother and because we only have what LKH says on her blog to go from... but the only time my mother left me notes was when she was gone out doing stuff. Never when she was in the house, albeit working in another room. D:

Not feeding the dogs because she wants her tea first makes me grin my teeth out of sheer frustration. X|

[sharkbytes.livejournal.com]

Exactly...everyone has different jobs with varying degrees of difficulty. I know there are tons of parents who struggle with family vs. work, and I'm sure LKH isn't the first to leave her kid a note. That said, she works at home! She doesn't have to worry about being out of the house, because she's right there! If you decide to have a kid (and pets), you forfeit your right to be selfish for a while. You don't get to have a perfect dream schedule where everything works smoothly. Which is why I won't have kids, lol. I see that selfishness in LKH too, we can smell our own.

[moonsinger.livejournal.com]

I'd hate to be her kid. Honestly, I'd never in a million years ignore my kid for my writing. Of course, assuming I can get back on a writing schedule, it would be after my daughter goes to school and subject to interruption by my 22 month old son. Seriously, kids first, writing second.

BTW, dogs go in the kids category.

And flu doesn't mean the same as stomach flu. I call stomach flu the whirlies (because it doesn't come out just one way). I am not throwing up when I have the flu; I'm in bed, achy, and have a very high fever. No fever with the whirlies, I just wish I were dead.

[lilacwire.livejournal.com]

All I have to say is that when you wrote "Laurell in bold, me in plain" I thought it read, "Laurell in bold, me in pain" and I couldn't have agreed more. :P

[fangedsekhmet.livejournal.com]

"Darla is staying home today, part weather, and part that she's been tapped for reading the page proofs of BLOOD NOIR. Jon and I did the last go around. Darla and I did the one before that."

That explains a lot.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm kind of the same way. With the selfish not wanting kids thing. But then again, I'm only 21, so it's not like I don't have room to change my mind. :-) But seriously, I really wouldn't have been bothered by the note if she did, in fact, not work at home. It just smacks of selfishness.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was a bit hesitant about saying anything at all, but I"m just like, "Hell, she WORKS AT HOME." And that makes everything sad.

As was said elsewhere, it does NOT take that long to feed dogs. Her tea won't even cool off.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

And it's not even like she has Trinity all the time. The ONE day she doesn't go to school, Laurell can't hang out with her? I mean, honestly now, spend a little time with your kid. It doesn't have to be all day, just a few minutes! You won't ever get that time back.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

I think there's an icon floating around that says that. :-)

[kessie.livejournal.com]

It's even worse when I consider other writers who, you know, balance family, writing, and a life. I mean, Neil Gaiman mentions his kids by name and talks about them, and he seems to travel a lot more and juggle various writing obligations, too. Ugh.

Dude, I have a cat and it takes a grand total of twenty seconds to feed. Mostly because I get a sort of "I'm eating here!" growl when I try to pet him as he's eating. XD

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Exactly. RIGHT after I wrote this flog, I read an interview with another full time author who said she sits down at the computer AFTER her kids go to school. It's just. ugh. I don't know how to put it in words.

My cat does the same kind of growl. It's hilarious.

[hookncrook.livejournal.com]

Well Darla certainly DIDN'T proof that sample chapter they posted yesterday...it was so bad and so many typos it boggled my mind.

So I ask you, what the hell does Darla get paid for?

[pith]

Modly: Please edit in the link to the blog entry.

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/03/schedule-called-on-account-of-weather.html

[gothgoddessrhia.livejournal.com]

I feel so bad for her daughter and her pets! They seem like such an inconvenience to her all the time. Her daughter, especially, always seems to be tagged on as an after thought.

I try hard not to dislike LKH (just her writing), but her blog makes her so unlikable. If I was one of her friends, I would tell her to not blog at all.

When I was writing a monthly column for a magazine here in Texas, I would often have babysitting duty with my nephew. If I was writing and he wanted to be near me, he would bring his toys in and play on the desk next to the computer. He knew not to make a lot of noise when I was writing and he kept it quiet, but he was happy to be near me. When he was much younger, he would want to sit on my lap while I typed. I learned to write with him contentedly snuggled into me. Sometimes he would even fall asleep.

There is really no excuse to neglect a child or your furry children (pets) because of your schedule or to have a cuppa. Give me a break.

Seriously, they need to take the blog away from LKH and try and salvage as much of her image as possible.

[missrogue.livejournal.com]

I'd like to point out that every single man I know, doesn't rest when they have the real flu, or something worse like a sinus infection. They continue on with their daily lives like nothing is wrong. So it greatly amuses me that her fanboi is not doing whatever job he has.

I also don't think she likes having a kid, the evidence has mounted up, and the conclusion is in. That kid is going to hate her mother when she grows up.

[gothgoddessrhia.livejournal.com]

Actually, most of the men I know become absolute babies the second they get something nasty. My husband tends to not get sick very often and if its something mild, he keeps on per the normal. But the second it develops into something debilitating, he's in bed passed out.

I don't hold it against Jon for being sick with a stomach virus (and he shouldn't go out in public and spread it to everyone else). But I do think LKH comes across as utterly selfish and unable to take care of herself and others.

[hellfire82.livejournal.com]

trade cats with you; mine insists that i pet her AT ALL TIMES.

especially when i would rather be sleeping.

(not her fault... she was dropped off last summer, and had to live without a pet human for months... or regular food. i would never make her, or my dogs, wait for food. the cat because she cries, the dogs because they might decide to try human instead of kibble.)

[crimsonpacific.livejournal.com]

Couldn't she have fed them while waiting for the water to boil?