Y’know. I am sick and freezing cold and I have barely enough brain power to focus on doing one thing at a time right now. And yet, it just struck me (again) that in a moment I’m going to go downstairs and work on a story that came out of my own head that people will be able to buy in a bookstore at the end of the year. And I thought: *damn*. Do I have the coolest job in the world, or what?!?
thinks
Went over to Wendy’s booksigning, which seemed to have a pretty steady flow of people through it (yay!) and went over to my parents’ to deliver their gym memberships (keys to the house) to them. :) Came home with pea soup and blueberry muffins from Mom, and a ginormous hambone for Chanti, who is deeply enamored of it. :) Stopped and got a hot chocolate to sooth my froat, and bought kleenex and dayquil. Been pretty nice, all around, I’d say. Oh. And I tried on my red flapper dress…
entropy & illness
I not only defeated entropy this morning, but also a burgeoning head cold, and walked. I’m not really sick yet. I’m just getting there, and feel light-headed and bloorgy. Guess I’ll keep up with the vitamin C and hope I don’t get hit as hard as Ted did. He’s been out all week, poor guy. We went to see the new Will Smith movie, “Hitch”, last night. It was pretty cute. :) I might even go see it again sometime. :) I can tell this is going to be the…
the fools, the fools!
I once more defeated entropy and got up and walked this morning, even though I didn’t get up til late. Must re-adjust my sleep schedule to earlier hours. And then, THEN! I lifted weights. Go ME! *flexes mightily* So I’m very cheerful this morning, ’cause I’ve exercised. Oh. I opened a new bag of cat food this morning. I realize nobody else cares about this, but I want to see how long a bag lasts, and being able to search my website on ‘new bag of cat food’ will be…
stuff
Almost done going through O:C for the first edit pass. I’ll be writing tomorrow, I expect. I’ll finish up the last chapters tonight. I’m not sure this book has enough plot. I said this to Ted and Dad (neither of whom have read it) and they both looked at me like I was nuts. “Let us,” Dad said, “take one of the most famous spy novels of all time, and examine it for plot. I SPY, for example.” Long pause. “There you go, then.” Ted says he thinks I’m suffering…