130 pages left to go on the re-edit. Is it a good or a bad sign that I don’t hate the book? I’m a little tired of it, but there are parts that still make me laugh. I’ve had another couple of epiphanies about how to flesh things out and bring them around (causing me to write notes like, “CATIE, YOU IDIOT, USE THIS AT THE END” on the manuscript), and I just went through a bit that I remember distinctly thinking, “Ok, I’m too tired of this section to…
oh my oh my
Oh my, oh my. Shaun’s daddy just called to tell us that he’s sending a package of fresh frozen cod up to us, and he threatens that the next package will be *swoon* king crab. We’ve still got–scallops? I can’t remember. No, shrimp! Frozen in the stand-up (as I call it) freezer. Hm, if the weather gets nicer this weekend maybe I can talk Ted into grilling a bunch of shrimp. I believe Shaun’s parents’ll be here, and my parents, and Emily’s in town, and we can get Coby to…
cooooold and naaaasty
It is cooooold and nasty out, and yet I’m in quite a good mood. I have a Whole Bunch of work to get done today, so expect it to be generally pretty quiet on the western front, but I thought I’d at least post to say I’m alive. It’s AAAALIIIIIIIIIIVE!
van helsing, take 2
I liked Van Helsing better the second time, but then, I thought I would. :)
just stuff
*So* sleepy. Donno why exactly. Just am. Stupid allergies are kicking my butt. Not sleeping particularly well, which, y’know, probably has something to do with the so-sleepiness. o.o I’ve got Allegra, which is helping, but I’m still feeling snorfly. Stupid allergies. Mom and Dad came over for dinner last night, for Mother’s Day, and Ted made a completely astounding rockfish ‘in paper’, which is basically a light poach with onions and garlic and fennel and some lemon juice and put it all on top of parmesan risotto, and it was…