Fish Butcher Strikes Again
ANOTHER fish just died. What is with the Tank of Death??? 
I even put some Ammonia Lock in there and some Rid-Ick medicine. I have a secret theory. Perhaps the fish are part of a Death cult, you know like the Jonestown Kool-Aid party? One by one, they sacrifice themselves to that Great Toilet Bowl in the Sky. Good grief! The Tetra is belly-up and the male guppy is struggling to breathe. Not good.
In other news, my friend Tori was talking about her writer’s horoscpe for March. Just for kicks, I looked mine up. Now I am not at all a superstitious person, and I view horoscopes like I do the comic strips. Fun to read. Here was mine:
Libra: The perfect year to polish that manuscript or screenplay and get it out there. Two significant planets are perfectly positioned for writers..lucky you! Smart you, actually. You have the BEST chart of anyone to make this writing thing pay off well.
Now, call me crazy, but I am CHOOSING to believe that one. 
In other news, I was interviewed by the Virginia Pilot newspaper last Saturday. They had come to our chapter meeting to meet romance writers and speak with us about publishing. If/when the article comes out, I’ll link to it so you can see what they had to say. What was strange about it, was the tv camera. I don’t know if they are planning a special feature on the news or what, but I had fun. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away, :starwars: I used to produce my high school television show. Let me just say, I was having serious flashbacks. But it was fun. I don’t mind media.
I am almost done with my revisions on the Book-That-Darn-Near-Killed-Me. I should be finished by Saturday (please hold me to that) 
and then it’s onto something new.
Yesterday I was roofing. Yes, you heard me correctly. Roofing! I was about 15-20 feet up from the ground, balanced on the roof of the shed, hammering shingles. I even wore a tool belt. 
There’s something satisfying about pounding nails and watching something come together.
What’s the most interesting home improvement job you’ve worked on?
Michelle posted in Writing @ 7:59 am | Viewed 889 times
Bonnie Ferguson Says:
I’d believe that horoscope too, Michelle
Peggy Says:
What a great horoscope and I’ve never been much of a believer in that stuff either, but lately my opinion has been changing. So hooray for you!
Stacy Says:
I’m a Libra too so I’m going to join you in the believing bit this year…something just feels good about it (but that could just be the sinus medication):headspin:
Crystal* Says:
Hmmmm.
I’m not much good at home improvement besides pounding nails and painting. I did do some filler work one time on one of the bedrooms. I can change out a car battery.
But…I am seriously technically challenged. If I can put something together wrong, I will. However, I have put together a futon, four beds, and a vacuum. This, for me, is HUGE.
Grins*
beth Says:
Poor fishies! If you are the Fish Butcher, then I am the Plant Butcher. I have the exact same mental conversation you just had above, but instead of Tetra and Guppies gasping for breath, it’s anything that is supposed to have feet beneath earth and leaves of some variety.
I’m not big on horoscopes myself, but hey, sometimes they’re accurate guesses - so I will keep my fingers crossed that in this case, the guess is dead on!
Tori Lennox Says:
Wow! That’s an awesome horoscope! Mine was only good in that cuddling up to the person of my choice angle.
I don’t do home improvement projects.
Melissa Says:
Hubby and I had to completely replace the drain pipe from our kitchen sink. It actually went very well and we didn’t yell at each other once!
Kelly Says:
Great link on the horoscopes. Looks like Libra and Capricorns are in for a great writing year!
Amy K. Says:
I’m a Libra too! So yeah, let’s definitely go with that one being RIGHT ON.
Home improvement projects? Huh?
Danica Says:
great horoscope!
April Alsup Says:
Great horoscope! Believe!!
Sorry about the fishies! I used to have an Oscar named… Oscar of course. Well, I had him for many years. Then a family member gave me a molly from… Well, not a “fish” store. And the molly gave Oscar something horrible and he died. The molly lived, but nothing could ever live with her. I used to think she was part of some fish mafia.:rambo:
I LOVE do-it-myself stuff. I can do nearly anything. But I don’t do roofs because I have a fear of heights. So you have my complete and total admiration for that one.