It's all to the wind

Spare ticket for Kristin's 5/11/09 City Center concert in New York available. $36

PM me if interested...unless we actually talk and then IM me. ;-)

Some of you might be interested in the following new LJ site:

http://kelinswriterfic.livejournal.com/

It's under construction and will be for a while, but eventually this will be a secondary archive for all my fic, and maybe a place to try out some new original works.

Feel free to stop by.

Hi everyone! I've been getting a lot of new people through lately so an intro post that everyone can see seems appropriate.

First, if you're looking for more or extra fic, this is not the place to find it. I am toying with the idea of starting a fic journal, but generally, when I write I post to a comm. So if you're friending me for my fic - well, please don't. Especially if we've barely so much as even said "hi" online.

This journal is for my ramblings and whinings (though I try to keep them to a minimum) and reviews and show reports. In other words, it's personal, for my friends and people I have a fair amount of contact with online or with whom it seems I might have a lot of common interests. So if you friend and I don't friend back, it's because you do not fall into one of these categories.

Finally, if you do decide to friend me, the first think I check is that you're over 18. Not that there's anything all that controversial going on here besides an occasional rant about the state of the nation, but it's just a general rule I have.

Thanks for stopping by...

Oh and if you're one of the two gents who was in row F on Megan Hilty's last night, please drop a comment below with an email address if you don't feel like going through the bother of starting an LJ account. (I'll delete your comment once I get the info contained in it.) Thanks!

That's right I popped for premium. (and if I hadn't waffled I'd have been 2 rows further up)

Good seat in section C2 available - probably better than what's available through Ticketmaster at present. Lemme know if you're interested.

The stagehands strike (which hopefully will be resolved soon) is affecting more than ticketholders and those who are out of work. It's also having a huge impact on Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS' fundraising efforts. It's estimated that the charity will lose up to 20% of its annual budget ($350k was pulled in on Thanksgiving weekend alone last year) if the stagehands strike continues throughout the holiday season.

I got the link below recently - they're appealing to the theatre-going community and those who have donated in the past to try to keep their fundraising efforts going. Please check it out and do what you can! You can even give on behalf of your favorite show (hmmm wonder what that would be).

http://www.broadwaycares.org/events/GypsyOnlineFundraising2007.cfm

Also keep in mind that the Broadway Cares web site is a great place to find show-related merchandise and albums by favorite performers. You'll pay a little more but you'll get a credit for the overage you pay that's tax deductible - and it's a fantastic way to get signed merchandise (says the woman who got one of the last existing copies of "Here" - and signed no less).

If you're looking for a place to donate this year, this is a great place to start. Happy day!

Boq, you bastard.


Happy Thanksgiving to all!
(special thanks to duckieee for loading this to her server for me)

( Read my rant here. Please? )

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I am home again...oh my god I am so fucking tired. And yet I sit here in front of the computer like a freak. My contacts feel like potato chips and my nice cat is curled up under a chair trying to look cute so as to lure me into bed (boy did that sound wrong) so he can lay on top of me (again, so sounding wrong). My evil cat is whining at me though if I let her out she'd just hiss at me cuz she's an asshole. And I have a ton of stuff to do tomorrow though officially I am still off as i did actually work quite abit the last two days while "securing my writeoff." Oh and almost have that sequel some of you have been waiting for done, though sections still need writing or rewriting. But mostly...I am just insanely tired. So why am I still typing you may ask? Cuz I'm an idiot that's why. And so I say adieu until coherent thought returns.

But hey my laptop arrives tomorrow. My Cow is the greatest Cow in the universe. And no I don't expect any of you to get that. Except for maybe Frank if he checks in. lol

So I flew to Wisconsin yesterday...

I get up at 2 a.m. Tuesday to make my flight. Which is not true because earlier that evening while I was supposed to be sleeping, the muses start spouting the most incredible dialogue that I must transcribe. I ask them to shush but they won't so...I must write. So essentially I haven't slept since 7 a.m. Monday when I have to leave for the airport. I get to the airport in time for my flight only to discover at 7 as they're loading that the plane needs maintenance. This is comforting. So we move to another plane - this takes an hour plus. The pilot pushed hard but when we land in Phoenix I've got 8 minutes to make my connection. I run through Sky Harbor - did I mention i'm asthmatic and not exactly a sprinter - and get to my gate AS THEY ARE PUSHING AWAY! Fuck. So...asthma attack. Dying. "Do you need to sit down?" from the customer service people. No, but I'd really appreciate some free drink coupons. They give me two. Then get me rerouted through Chicago to Milwaukee. Idina and Kristin on the ipod and chardonnay from that free drink coupon get me mellow on the Phoenix to Chicago flight, but then the real hammer blow hits. Where's my luggage dude? FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!

Panic ensues. How the heck am I going to get through this trip without my stuff? Especially considering i have to pick up a rental car and drive 300 miles north to the great wilds of nowhere the next day. I get up this morning stressed to the max. All I want to do is GO HOME. And then - miracles do happen - my luggage has been delivered to my work corporate, which I put down as the delivery dropoff address cuz I have no idea where the hell else to send it if it's found. Miracles do happen - I have clothes and DVDs and most importantly, a car interface for my ipod. So gentle readers, say a little thanks to the gods of the luggage. And let's hope that US Scareways is a little kinder on the ride home. Though I do have one drink coupon left. Let's hope I can use it for pleasure, not survival...

So, for anyone who actually cares to pay attention - my plan is to start saving all my fanfic to this journal after it's been posted so that I can also keep all the nice things that people write about me because that's just the kind of narcissistic attention whore I am. I'll probably call the folder where I save it something really creative like "original fanfic" or something like that.

So just so you know. And now I must go sleep and dream of talking lobsters...

Hey it's now officially Idina's birthday. Happy birthday Idina...

Needing some good things to happen for people I care about. It's been a rough patch the last two weeks. Vindictive landlords, tragic accidents, professional disappointments - not liking what's happening to those I call friends. Hoping that for each of them it's the start of something better but it's hard to see them hurting and frustrated and not be able to help. I sit in the little small town bubble that I needed to heal and wait for the circumstances I find myself trapped in to change - I do what I can to move myself forward but it's really in the hands of the gods of real estate and small business ownership. Hello, universe? That healing thing worked, and I am grateful. I have a wonderful life and am truly blessed, especially now that the words are flowing again. But the gift of writer's solitude comes with a price, and it can be very lonely, even for me, the prototypical xenophobic only child.

Enough whining. Time to work and then time to write - at least if I make some progress this weekend I'll have accomplished SOMETHING, even if it doesn't have a tangible result right now. Hopefully my muses will be kind and let me channel more words, for them - preferrably chapters 1 and 2. (Okay, has this been obscure enough for anyone who bothers to read? Sorry. Crazy writer living in her head - par for the course for me. All will be explained in time - maybe.)