Monday, December 11, 2006
Monday (To be rendered in a Monday tone of font)
Well, yes. It's Monday. I was busy all day Saturday, and Sunday, my brother and his wife were here from Santa Barbara. They'll be in Denmark for the holidays, so we visited, and then I had to shovel out my room because ABC wants to film me being a writer --
how boring is that? Author stares at ceiling. Author stares out the window. Author taps on keyboard, hits backspace and/or delete. Muttering and groaning. More staring. Tapping. Repeat until everyone falls asleep except the author who's close to tears. Could be joy. Probably not --
and my writing space is not very tidy.
Patti O'Shea I am JUST like your parents. I feel for them. I need you to come over and save me from myself. Please!
After getting my room cleaner, then we all went out to dinner. All 12 of us, grandparents, siblings, wives, children, except my sister, who had to work. I dressed up by putting on a clean shirt and my converse sneakers.
And today was the day for unexpected emails. I heard from an old friend who picked up
A Darker Crimson at the hospital-- to read while she was getting chemo. Oh, my gosh. I am so grateful she emailed me. I think of her often and I'm really pleased to be back in touch with her. I also heard from one of my students from the semester I taught. She's in an MFA program nwo. Her story was really charming, so here's hoping she finishes. And two strange emails from somewhat clueless but enthusiastic people.
And in between it all I've been trying to finish Laurel K. Hamilton's
A Stroke of Midnight which I am really, really enjoying. The prior book was hard for me, interesting, but hard, but now she's worked out her issues with this flavor of story and I think this one's a damn good book.
