Making Mice suffer, it’s an art

I am having the absolute best time making poor Hamilton suffer. Why is torturing a character so immensely satisfying?

Here is a sneak peek: (Ignore the mistakes I don’t edit while getting the stuff down as fast as I possibly can)

“Hamilton had tried Johnathan’s instructions many times since starting out. He had begun with “Whoa, Whoa…for goodness sake Whoa!!” and ended with words not fit for little mouse ears.

The grasshopper ignored him with a zest that had Hamilton wondering if he had somehow done something bad in a former life that he was being punished for. He had a suspicion that the grasshopper (named accurately enough, “Bounce”) was secretly laughing at him in a grasshopper-like manner.

His arms kept flapping as they bounced from place to place and Hamilton was starting to feel like a rather peculiar bird that was in a constant state of attempting to get itself off the ground.

He had, for a time, succumbed to screaming. He wasn’t proud of himself, but eventually he had run out of throat power and just settled into the occasional fervent prayer. Now he just hung on hoping that somehow, eventually, the grasshopper would tire for the night and put him out of his misery.”

Drop box emergency

Holy hell!! Major panic moment!

My decrepit computer is no longer recognizing my Word Office 2013 (activation or whatever that  is called). It scared the heck out of me! The top of my documents show a failed activation warning in red, and this understandably wigged me out. Since my nephew installed the new Windows program onto my computer, I have no idea where my certificate for Word even is anymore. Seriously! My computer is old people! That code is from 2013, I have no idea where it is.

I immediately started saving my files to Dropbox. I should have been doing that all along but, you know, procrastination thy name is Bekki! Anyway, I was uber amazed at how much I have to save. My word files are like a hole I drop stuff into. I had no idea that hole had so much in it.

I haven’t even archived my poetry in a back-up. I really need to do that though.

Ok, calming down.

I’m going back in.

Please let there be no more weird messages.

 

Daily doings

I have  weird love of watching people open gifts. At birthday parties I am always awkwardly waiting to see the presents opened. At a wedding once they displayed the presents but didn’t open them. I was completely disappointed. At Christmas, I get yelled at for watching more than opening. I end up with a huge pile of unopened presents because I don’t want to miss, what for me, is the best part. (The second best part of any occasion is cake or pumpkin pie)

Obviously shopping for presents is also my favorite activity. I get a complete thrill finding the perfect gift for someone. I get obsessed if I see something that fits someone and there is no holiday in sight. Money isn’t a consideration if I have it to spend. The lure of the right present for that person it just too strong.

One Christmas, I ended up spending $60 instead if the allotted $10 because the person I was doing secret Santa for was naming their child “Jordan” after Michael Jordan, and the Build-a-Bear store had a Bulls Jersey for the bears to be put in, complete with basketball. Yup. That was a done deal.

I am finishing up box swap items for my friend Kazza and cannot express how much fun that was. I keep having to  restrain myself as the $$ limit was $50. (Just one more??? Please!) I will post the reveal of what I chose after she gets and opens them in March.

Why am I telling you all this? To explain why I am currently frustrated with myself over overdoing it on the Youtube box swap videos. Seriously! I need to get out if the house and stop watching videos. Must. Stop.

Help.

(Snicker)