Kiel, What the FUCK???// miami, part 2

Kiel, BABE. I know it's not your job to take care of everyone, but what is going ON up there??

I was all about the rooting for the underdog in the Series the second the Yanks lost. But I'm on vacation, and I haven't been paying attention to the outside world, not really. Only the voices in my head, and otherwise.

I come back from Bagel&Deli with dinner and a Frosty~ gotta have my chocolate fix, even up here where they think ice cream is Cold Stone Crap.... and turn on the TV in anticipation of watching hopefully Sunday's eppysode of the Wire.


For some shitty reason, this hotel TV always pulls up with the CNN when you turn it on.

People are rioting and KILLING each other over your baseball team, Kiel. What the FUCK is up with that?? I can hear Lucien in the background, right now, for once in his life acting like he gives a damn and is in charge, telling you to get on it.

Killing and rioting over BASEBALL. When did America's pastime become violent? I thought only Pete Rose was supposed to be in charge of that. BASEBALL. At least in Cincy, they riot over racial issues, which are a problem anyway.

BASEBALL. I don't care if the antichrist Cards DO play them in the series. I'm not rooting for Boston, T. Your fans there are a little too freaky, even for me.


Miami. I am loving this vacation. Sucks to be Sherrilyn Kenyon, who got the big zip on the book signing and workshop, after driving up here from Nashville. Me, though- It was the most amazing thing. She is the most amazing, talented person. Friendly and funny and smart as hell.

Right now, the Miami part is almost done. I'm sad, a little. Not for the leaving Miami tomorrow, but for the end of my peaceful retreat. Going back to Mom's will be all with the "what do you mean you need to be on the computer/internet/read, come on i want to spend time with you".

Well Mom, I do too. Thing is though, every time I see you, you're all about the same, not understanding me or my husband at all questions. And our idea of hanging out?? Not the same. I can only take so much of the questions and annoying nagging before I go nuts. This is myvacation. Who knows when I'll get another chance like this.


I'm not getting THE writing done. Originally, I'd intended to go over Joey's stuff, do some rewrites and edits, see what I think of it after taking a long break from it. Muse about Liz, X, Sarah, R, Kennie, Jordan and everyone else, see where they take me. Get back to Illusions and see if I can make that work.

I didn't really do much of that, but I did get back into the groove of writing. A HUGE step. Thank you Ren, thank you Sin. Your voices are going to be permanently etched in my mind, I can tell, even if I never write another word for either of you. I'll never be able to say or write or hear the word 'God' again without hearing your voice, saying, yes? Thank you Shade, for just lurking in the background, the promise of a really great story if ever I get around to it. Thank you Joey, for passing the Punk reigns over to Ren, for a while. I know you're there, haven't forgotten you. He's still somewhat in hibernation, disgust for the Pod People here quite evident. Thank you Buffy, for being my comic relief, while I search for two moronic brothers lost in a sea of college chicks. Thank you Cait, just for being Cait. Very rare that I find someone who understands.

Thanks to Sherrilyn Kenyon, for sitting through a combined total of four hours with a nervous, excited, thrilled fan, and just being another cool somebody who's easy to talk to. I'll have the Graeter's ready when you stop in Lvll. You amaze me and inspire me, and never again will I be afraid of doing something I love, that makes me happy.

For all of you out there that don't get it, or don't get me? Good on you, just keep me out of it. Ren's acting like a damned softie, and hasn't bothered to put spiders in anyone's car at ALL yet. Sin needs his godlypowers or whatever back, and BTW dude, quit it with the nuclear melting of everyone's computers. Big with the getting old on that one, man.

Thank you, Miami. For reminding me of where I've been, where I was when I finally started to see who I could be. Okay, so I took a lot of stumbles along the way. But I learned something last night, and today from one of the coolest people ever. I already knew, but maybe forgot for a while. It's the little things, the little flaws, small imperfections, that make us unique, make us interesting, make us human.

Jason, I miss you. I miss your goofy grin and the holding up of the cats for me to see when I get stressed out frustrated, or just need a hug. This week has kind of been all about me, but my hear is all with the being about you.

Give me the beat, boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock n roll, and drift away...