Busy morning. I woke up around 5:45 and lay around til almost 6:30, then got up and did my barre work, which made my legs all wibbly. I cleaned the kitchen and the kitty litter, took out the garbage, and got breakfast. Later today I’ll make two pies and either will make or get Ted to make his soft rolls, ’cause it occurred to me last night that we could make them and take them out halfway through baking and put ’em in the fridge, so that *tomorrow* they’d be…
food comments
Y’know, something I’ve observed the last few days: this whole not eating sweets thing has made me *far* more aware of whether or not I’m actually hungry. Because, I mean, come on, how many of us are really still *hungry* when time for dessert rolls around? So now what I’m finding is that my mouth will say, “A cookie would be good!”, or, “Ice cream would be yummy!”, but my *brain* is really listening to my stomach a *lot* more, and that they’re both saying, “Except you’re really .not. hungry,…
making book
Jesus but 420 pages is a big stack of paper. I’m putting HEART OF STONE in the mail. I’ve addressed concerns, edited left and right, rewritten and revised until my eyes are bleeding, and now the damned book is going in the mail, because even if Jenn hates it (which will cause me to fling myself off the roof, but nevermind that) at least it will no longer be in my hands. And that is the best possible place for it, at this point. I am wrapping it up in…
Those can’t be real.
I went to the gym this morning, more through Ted’s force of will than mine (for which I am grateful). There’s a woman at the gym that every time I see her all I can think is, “Those can’t be real.” Well, sometimes I also think, “You don’t really think you’re fooling anybody, do you?” Petite blond woman without much body fat and a tiny ribcage and smaller waist and slender hips and these great big ginormous breasts. I don’t even get as far as thinking, “Ow.” I just stop…
97 books!
I’ve just finished reading Steven Barnes’s LION’S BLOOD, which has been on my TBR shelf for just under two years. I started having the impulse to actually read it a day or two ago, and now I’m glad I did. It’s really a very good book, much more satisfying than the other book of his I read some, uh, 15 or more years ago. That one (GORGON’S CHILD) I *wanted* to like, but it fell flat. He’s improved since then. :) I’ll have to get the next book, which I…