Lacey Kaye

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Summary

Number of pounds lost since last week: 1

Number of additonal lost pounds needed to meet second milestone: 1

Number of new outfits purchased to celebrate approaching milestone: 6

Number of new hairstyles: 1

Number of colors in new hairstyle: 2

Number of people who requested Lacey’s digits this weekend: 2

Number of people who used that number to call Lacey: 1

Number of times Lacey answered: 0

Number of new experiences in LaceyLand: 2

Number of new experiences that shall never be repeated: 1

Number of new scenes in VHM: 1.5

Number of scenes consisting solely of IM dialogue: 1

Number of new hotties spotted: 1

Number of new hotties coming up with lame excuses to invite Lacey out to lunch: 1

It’s been a good few days.


X-Posted: Play Nice

Looks like the unofficial theme this week is bringing personal experience into our writing. I figure that means it’s time to dust off the half-written post that’s been up in my drafts folder since late last year and actually, uh, post it.

A defining moment in every woman’s life is the day she realizes she looks and/or sounds like her mother. For me, that point of no return occurred when I got my Washington Driver’s License. I took a good look at the tiny picture printed there beside my name, swallowed, double-checked the image (just in case), and put it into my wallet.

I vowed never to show it to anyone ever again.

A few years went by and I started to think maybe I had been wrong about the picture. Besides, the more years that passed by, the more I wanted someone to ask me for my license. (Another defining moment in a woman’s life?) Then I got the brilliant idea to take my personal photographs to work and put them up as flare in my office. One day a picture of my mother at about 17 or 18 years old went up on my shelf at work. Next to it, and without first realizing the implication, I placed a picture of me at 19 or 20 sitting next to my mother at the kitchen table.

I uttered some very non-PC things, realizing there actually existed inarguable, side-by-side proof I am the spitting image of my mother…and that I probably have been a lot longer than I’ve wanted to accept it (or even noticed it). Not surprisingly, the people at work picked up on it really fast. At least three times a week I’m asked whether it’s me or my mom in the black and white high school photo. I’ve come to accept it’s not a bad thing to look like one’s mother when one’s coworkers stand and gaze at her photo appreciatively (usually citing that it takes them back to their own high school days…but I say, Go, Mom!). But I grew up hearing I looked like my father and my grandmother on my father’s side, so when did I become my mother?

None of that is particularly related to writing, in case you were waiting for the aha moment. But something closely related to the looking like one’s mother is the sounding like one’s mother, and that IS a subject I can relate to writing.

Curious how I’ll do it? (That makes two of us.) Read the rest of this post!


Update: Success!

Just got some fan mail. Fan mail is a fun two-way street, isn’t it? She was amused I wrote her back, and I was highly amused she wrote me at all. Thanks for the shout out, P! You put a smile on my face.

Know what else puts a smile on my face? New clothes. Know what puts a HUGE smile on my face? New clothes in a smaller size.

Yep, last week I went into Target after my hair appointment (Erin did a fab job! Love the back, especially!) even though I knew it was a dangerous place. But I limited myself to one necessity and one splurge. The necessity: I got the *cutest* workout clothes. They’re a robin’s egg blue/smoky gray combination and they match my new running shoes perfectly. I feel so professional now! And yes, this was a treat for me because I’ve been sticking with it. I’m finally out of my old sweats/t-shirt/holey shoes. Stuff that made me feel, well, not professional. Not committed. (If you’re curious, I also dress up for work even though it’s not required or even asked of me. I absolutely believe in the old saying I’m going to mash up here: be the way you want other people to perceive you.)

Anyway, the double-bonus of my new clothes is, as I said, they are smaller. I got my usual sizes and then I picked up sizes Smaller and Much Smaller, just because I hate getting into the dressing room and finding out I need to go back out. For giggles, I decided to try on the much smaller stuff first. And it fit!

To compare:

In 2 months of running 3 times a week for 30 min and doing yoga/pilates 3-4 times a week for 20-40 min, I went from an XXL shirt to a L, an XL jacket to a Medium, and size 14 pants to a very trim 12.

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For the record, I am heavily motivated by my Shape magazine. I prioritize reading the new issues when they come. I especially like the “success stories” feature. I noticed most people who’ve lost 100+ pounds and kept it off for years and years have done it using the basic workout I listed above. They also swear by the trick I told you about last week, where you aim for losing just 1 tiny little pound a week.

It’s trickled outside of just stretching and walking the dog, too. Last night, I had a blast watching KC’s brother’s band play. I haven’t danced that much in….well, maybe never. I could tell I had a lot more energy, and other people in the bar apparently noticed, too. Not that they could compare me with old me, but people kept coming up and saying I looked like I was having fun. Lupe and I were the first ones out on the floor and I was one of the last people to leave. ROCK ON!!51p0pw884hl__aa240_.jpg

(And I went wearing my splurge outfit, in case you were keeping track. Note for those of you who don’t live in the NW: I bought a “summer” jacket. It’s the first summer jacket I’ve ever purchased. I am highly amused to own a summer jacket. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING? I bought a jacket to wear in the summer. When most of you will be sweating off your June, July, August, and September, I will be wearing my summer.jacket.

Seriously.)

Right now, I’m sitting on the floor in my living room playing with my storyboard (and wearing my summer jacket, since my condo is freezing even with the heat cranked up). Can’t wait to share all the awesome changes going on!  What have you been up to?


No Valentine? Curl up with this Must Read

51amldtqr7l_ss500_.jpgFresh off the Kristian Mercer: TBR; Pile in Imminent Danger of Collapse

Get thee a copy of The Spymaster’s Lady!

Joanna Bourne, you are a new favorite!


On Self-Realization

I knew I was shallow. But sometimes, I defy my own imagination.

PS: Don’t forget to check out how the Maven Choose Your Own Adventure® is turning out! You can read the whole story here.

The 2008 Maven Valentine Choose Your Own Adventure® story runs from Friday, February 1, 2008 to Thursday, February 14, with a grand prize and title contest on Friday, February 15.

As always, the Manuscript Mavens would like to thank Chooseco for graciously letting us borrow the CYOA name. Choose Your Own Adventure is a trademark of Chooseco LLC, Waitsfield, VT. Check them out at cyoa.com. The trademark has been used by permission herein. Thanks, CYOA!

ALL COMMENTERS who vote on a plot twist are eligible to win prizes in random drawings! (More info: here)


Handy

Cliche? Or better yet, anachronistic/geographically incorrect cliche?

 Find out here.

The internet never gets old…


Working Wednesday

Today I’ll be filling in for Andrea over at Romantic Inks. Come visit!

And please excuse the (more) dust. I just upgraded to the 2.1 version of WordPress (with any luck, the security fix has unblocked my work firewall ;-) nd soon I’ll be choosing a new 2.1/IE7/FF-friendly theme (you may notice my pages don’t work anymore and, if you’re in Firefox, the layout is gone). I apologize if you were attached to this one. (What you’re looking at is Version 2. Sadly, it doesn’t work in FF, either. Sigh.) Well, onward and upward, I say!


How to Make Your House Smell Divine (or at least ammonia-free)

What you’ll need:

What Matt did:

First he used the jigsaw to cut a hole for the dryer vent. You’ll see there’s a stiff metal cylinder that comes in the kit and is meant to attach the vent to your dryer. He fit that in the hole and clamped the vent around it (included). Then he used acrylic sealant to fill in the gaps and make the attachment as air-tight as possible.

On the inside of the hood he used nuts and bolts to attach the case cooling fan. Note the fan itself is slightly larger than the dryer vent - be sure to attach the vent first, so your hole isn’t too big.

The vent kit comes with an outside cover. First Matt measured the MDF to fit the height of our window. Then he bolted the cover to the MDF and fit the vent over the attach points.

The board is flexible, so with gentle pressure you should be able to get it to pop into the track and create a mostly-perfect fit.

Our window slides side-to-side so he wedged a composite post into the track for safety.

Next you need to power the fan. Because it’s meant for a computer, it won’t have the right plug. You’ll need to splice a DC adapter.

Fun with science.

As you can’t see, the litterbox is connected to the window over my desk. The armoire to the right holds all my clothes. I trust this thing!

A set of curtains and you won’t even know it’s there.

Matt would love to see improvements on this device! Send your pictures to lacey at laceykaye.com


The Best Smell in My World…

…is my dad’s mojo pork. Here’s instructions from Badia.com that will get you pretty darn close to Papi’s secret recipe. Of course, it can be hard to find the mojo. When I came down here last year I bought a two gallon jug (which looked pretty funny going through Homeland Security!) and about ten pounds of guava paste. Ahh, the things you miss.

This year I’m stocked up on lady fingers. And in about two more hours I’ll be full of pork, too. I can’t wait :-)

Cuban Pork, Rice and Beans

  • 10-20 lb. Pork Shoulder
  • 1-2 medium/large onions
  • 3-4 cloves garlic
  • ¼ cup diced onions
  • 20 oz. bottle Badia Mojo
  • White Rice
  • Black Beans
  • Platanos (Maduros)

Directions

  • Cut garlic cloves and onions into thin strips.
  • Unwrap pork shoulder and rinse off with cold water.
  • Make small cuts into pork and place garlic slices into cuts.
  • Pour about ½ cup of Mojo into pan to cover bottom.
  • Place pork onto pan with the fat facing up. This is important so as to not burn the meat.
  • Pour about ¾ of the Mojo over the rest of the pork leaving about ½ in the bottle.
  • Place into the oven at 350 F for 3-4 hrs or until an instant- read thermometer inserted in the center of the roast registers 140F. Check after 2 ½ hrs to see if almost done.
  • After cooking in oven, remove pork from oven, cut the large portion of fat off and discard and proceeded to shred the pork shoulder.
  • Place the shredded pork, onions and remaining Mojo into large skillet and simmer for about 30 minutes.
  • Follow cooking directions for rice
  • Place black beans into pan along with ¼ cup diced onions and heat for 10 minutes.
  • After pork is done place rice onto plate and cover with pork, place beans and platanos on the side and ENJOY!

A Turkey Thought To Tide You Over

So I’m computer-retarded. It’s ok, you can laugh. It’s true. This is why when I decided to start a blog, I went with what I knew. That happened to be Blogger, although in the last few months I’ve seen more and more people using Word Press. However, at the time all the sites I read were blogspots, so I promptly got my own blogspot address. Now you might be wondering why this is newsworthy. Well, the dirty truth is that Blogger is owned by Google.

Ok, you probably knew that. You’re still wondering why I care. There’s a simple answer for this, too: if Blogger is owned by Google, then I’m sleeping with the enemy.

And can I tell you a secret? It feels great ;-)

See, in theory my household bows before The Evil Empire (TEE). This is because TEE pays half of our bills. TEE moved us out here–all 8000 pounds of our furniture, 3 cars, 2 cats, a dog, and a truckload of dreams. (Aww, that was beautiful. Sniff.) TEE gave my boyfriend a week off work for the successful (cough) ship of his product, thus ensuring he is extra cuddly for the holiday, and TEE gives us advance access to awesome software in the form of crazy beta versions that entertain us and our friends.

Ok, so if TEE is a major player in why My Life Rocks, why do I stab my benevolent benefactor in the back? Why is it I download IE7 and promptly set my search engine to Google? Why, when I decide I need a new email address, do I get a Gmail account? What about when I figure I should start organizing the pictures in my computer that look like DCM1758s2x.bmp and choose Picasa to do it? Or I decide to wake up and smell the video downloads and click on YouTube without a second thought? Or worse: I promote Google Talk to all my friends and family!

Well, *I* don’t work for TEE. So there. Ok, that’s probably a bad excuse. I’d claim Google simply has a superior product, but the truth is I’ve never even tried to use Live Spaces. I think the problem is that I’m drawn to the simple, clean lines of Google products (which are usually purchased from 3rd parties, I know) and their prevalance. And, of course, I’m PC-challenged. Google makes things ridiculously simple, even for me.

Kind of like how the Nintendo Wii is ridiculously simple. Point and click. I do recall Matt handing me the Xbox 360 controller and saying, “Good luck logging in to Xbox Live!” Ha–I did it. But it did take a confusing number of flips through the screens. Anyway, all this is to say that lately I’ve been particularly infatuated with the new Blogger Beta and its Layout features. Which is why you’re looking at a completely new template, modified to look exactly the way I want it to.

Nice. Well, I hope you think it’s nice. I like it. I’m even feeling motivated to give my website another try. Maybe if I’m feeling particularly procrastolative this weekend, I’ll do that. (God, I hope not. What a time suck!)

What I should be doing this weekend is finishing my book. Yes! I’m so close to The End that if I sat down for maybe 10 hours, I could finish. Since Matt just got The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (which XPLAY assures us has upwards of 40 hours of gameplay and the Nintendo Wii ensures will not make him motion-sick), not to mention Need For Speed: Carbon, Final Fantasy XII, and Guitar Hero II (hey, I’d claim it was because of his birthday but really, this is just an average month for him!) I think this is do-able.

And last night I pre-prepared everything I could. Pie: check. Cranberry sauce: check. Green Bean Casserole: check. He does the turkey so I’m thinking there’s 2 hours right there :-) Tonight I’ll go work out, get that out of the way, and then tomorrow BAM! Instant book.

Ahh, if only it were that easy.

I actually am a little impressed with the way the characters have developed. The only problem is their growth has put a damper on my original concept of the Black Moment, or that part of the book where the reader believes the challenges facing the h/h are insurmountable. See, originally the BM was mildly externally motivated. I had conceptualized a pretty stable BM, not based on misunderstanding or miscommunication, but I didn’t know WHY the hero would do what he did other than it sounded good in theory. Now I know why he would do that but I’m not sure he WILL. And I only have three chapters to figure it out!

I’m really excited to do a second pass on this book, by the way. Jacqueline and Darcy and I send out daily excerpts (which are often just equal to the amount we wrote that day), which has turned out to be a huge motivating factor in whether or not I sit down and write. But more importantly, it’s given me polish envy. Jacqueline is a polish-first kind of writer, whereas Darcy and I are more of a get-it-on-the-page-and-fix-it-later kind of writer. But over the weekend I read a few chapters of Kristian’s second (third? fourth?) draft and now Jacqueline’s sending these incredible scenes from her Black Moment. Naturally, I’m just DYING to get on the stage and prove I can write a finished scene at least as good as theirs. Stupid competitive streak kicking in, you understand. It’s like a disease.

But before I can give in to the urge, I have to finish polishing IYATDTD! See, I know this foray into a new book has taught me a lot–an incredible amount, really, about writing a story quickly so it hangs together and doesn’t lose momentum (thank you, NaNo)–and I know I can apply it to IYATDTD because now I’m confident that if I sit down in a weekend or so and polish the last ten chapters I can greatly enhance the pacing and smooth the flow. I just have to do it.

But the new story caaaaaallllls. Lacey, fix me. Lacey, write me. Lacey, I NEED you!

What’s that shirt say? The voices in my head tell me what to write. In this case, they’re screaming at me to stop writing this post and get on with other things.

Hm. I’m even bossy in my own head.

So what about you? Any great plans to push yourself during the holiday? Or will family and friends make that impossible? Lucky for me, I can eat my turkey in pajamas if I feel like it. And you know what? I do. Ptth.