Your dominant hues are red and blue. You’re confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.
Your saturation level is lower than average – You don’t stress out over things and don’t understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.
Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.
Okay– according to my ‘color quiz’ my saturation level is ‘lower than other people’s’ and since I’m to the teeth and eyeballs with my own children (yes, the ones I so adored not two days ago) I’m wondering if I’m not more of a screaming yellow than a soft violet.
Okay, SOMEONE went back and read back blog issues, and there was a discussion, and eventually I thought that this should be said aloud: My curmudgeonly and grumpy colleague who appeared to be a complete shit last week was actually kidding. He wasn’t wearing his kidding face–I couldn’t tell. I’ve said before that this guy and I interact more like family than like professionals (possibly because I’m not all that professional, even when I’m on my best behavior.) Anyway–big brother apologized and little sister stopped sticking her tongue out at him, and now he’s the bestest bestest big brother in all the world. And he promises that if we’re all nice to him and don’t jump on him with sharp and pointy claws, he may actually comment… someday. I told him we’d fawn upon his exalted presence like dogs fawn on hamburger. We shall see.
About work–one of my students came up to me and started talking about the books HE is writing. I LOVE creative kids. I sometimes feel like I do what I do, just to have conversations like the one I had with this kid–he started telling me all about his plot and his characters and asking me if it hurt to kill people off and if sometimes your people did things you didn’t plan on and all I could think of was, “Now THIS kid deserves to be the next Stephen King–without the drug addiction and horrific life-changing accident, of course!” Damn, I wish I had time to start up the Creative Writing class again. (Yet another thing the last guy in charge stole from me. Fucker.) Another kid–a Little Goddess fan–came bounding in to me. I know that she reads yaoi, so I didn’t feel like some sort of freak-pimp-porn-pusher when I said, “Hey–I just published a story on my web…”
“Oh yeah. I read it. It ROCKED!!!” And she was so excited–she REALLY loved it. So Jack and Teague are, so far, looking as though they’ll get some more play. I’m thinking when I’m about 1/2 done with RAMPANT, I’ll take a break and write the next installment. I love these guys–Teague especially, I think. I love the ‘Wounded Warrior’ (doesn’t everyone?) and Teague is so very Alpha in his damaged, self-protective little heart. LOVE him. (Okay, does that mean I’m in love with myself? I hope not–then I’d have to stop writing, because me in person? Just not that interesting.)
Okay–speaking of interesting. I need something interesting to put on a black T-shirt to wear to the signing. So far, I’ve got “Back off! The man-gods are MINE!” (Cory) and….that’s about it. I need a quote from one of the characters that totally catches people’s attention, so I can put the list of books on the back. Since I’m not going to get all kitted out (you know, like Anne Rice) I’m thinking the black T-shirt and black jeans is the way to go. (Although I’m toying with the idea of punking out my hair–just sayin’.) Anyway, if you can think of anything Amy Lane-ish (or Cory-verse-ish) to put on a T-shirt, let me know!
And since I don’t want to discuss irritating offspring, that’s about all I’ve got. That, and in the first 12 pages of RAMPANT, the following analogy was used: “I fell from the sky like lead shit from a helium duck.” Oh baby, I’m back!