Saturday, August 13, 2005
working working working and getting nothing done
Yesterday was the last day of "Programming SQL Server 2000". I took my son out to a
Let's get reacquainted dinner on Thursday, and then Friday rushed out of the class to catch an early bus because he wanted to see Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory. So, I caught a bus 45 minutes earlier than the usual one and got home 15 minutes early. Commute traffic sucks. Plus, I was just unable to continue reading the medieval romance. Loved the hero, but the heroine a) possessed a 21st century outlook on the roles of women and men (Dear authors, please read some non-fiction by people with PhD after their names, you'd be surprised how different some things were 500 years ago...) b) was supposedly inexperienced in sexual matters but expressed no curiosity or trepidation - hey, who cares if it's 1300 AD (I'm disguising the year) -- virginity is a disease, right? Whew! What a relief the hero got rid of that problem for her! c) was a complete and utter idiot d) blamed the hero for things no sane person would blame him for e) did not blame the hero for lying to her. That poor poor hero. OK, now where was I?
Right. So, since I was stuck on the bus, I brainstormed more on the elf story (hmm, seems like I might actually write a damn elf story... There will be
NO happy elves, my elf will be dark and maybe live in a slightly twisted culture.) made some good progress, got home, tossed the wretched medieval in the garbage (hard) changed and went to the movies. What a weird movie. I enjoyed it and so did my son. Best line of the movie? When Willy is telling Charlie he'll have to leave his family behind in order to take over the factory: "Consider that a bonus!" I wish there was html to render Depp's expression and tone.
Today, I went to my local RWA chapter meeting, came home and made my son go to a quilt show with me and my sister. The quilts are on display all over town and in the park, so it's possible to do some shopping etc. For a while, he was transformed into a teenager. Sullen and pouting. But then he got over it and a good time was had by all. My sister is not tall, about 5'2" and my 10 year old kid is up to her eyeballs. How did that happen?
Tomorrow we're going to the Renaissance Faire. So, this will be an unproductive weekend writing-wise. I'm desperate to read a good romance, but I've had 3 clunkers in a row. Two of them I couldn't even finish.
So for anyone who read this far - you've reached the neurotic bonus section. I think the reason I'm not really getting all that much writing done is I'm afraid that I'll screw up. If I actually send a proposal to the house that wants me, which is not a small one, the editor might reject it and then I'm screwed.
Sigh.
