Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry, for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon. Plus, I’ve been writing all damn day and all damn evening so I’m a little written out. We could talk about the word hubris but frankly to talk about the word hubris would be hubris. We could sing our favorite Latvian folk songs. We could do our favorite Greco-Roman dance moves. We could binge eat five sliders and muffin top. Of course, Five Sliders and a Muffin Top is the title of my next novel. We could ponder the brain of the person who came up with the word jacuzzi. We could tell the tale of The Randy Vicar and the Polish Pole. That’s a corker. We could amuse ourselves by playing mumblety-peg with our pocketknives and hope we don’t accidentally perform a bris whilst doing so. There are so many things we could do if we only had a brain, a heart, or noive. What am I, The Wizard of Oz all of a sudden? We could spoon with an actual spoon. We could do a rousing chorus of Seventy-Six Trombones and Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall. We could shimmy like my sister Kate. We could put the blame on Mame, boys. We could do an interpretive dance about pheasants, presents, and peasants. What the HELL am I talking about? This is what happens when one is written out. Of course, I may end up using all of this in my new novel. And about that – novella my ASS.
Yesterday was certainly a day. A REALLY annoying text began the day after seven hours of sleep. I answered e-mails, then I began futzing and finessing, which took quite a while, then I wrote four new pages. I did a quick Ralph’s run for tuna sandwich ingredients, came home, made two sandwiches and they were excellent. Then I wrote five more new pages, took a break, watched some irritating YouTube videos during said break, then I ended up writing six more pages for a total of fifteen. I was on a roll and wanted to finish the little section I was in. I’m heading to the end of a chapter, too, but not a chapter two. I watched some more irritating YouTube videos and that was all she wrote.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by nine. I’ll be having a light breakfast with Robert Yacko, then I’ll do stuff, go to the mail place, then come home and futz and finesse, write new pages, write more new pages, have a snack in the early evening, write more pages, and then I can try to watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is more of the same, except I’m seeing a matinee at two. So, I’ll do the writing stuff in the morning and then resume when I get home. Monday is all writing save for a lunch meeting about a project that could be very interesting, I’ll send Muse Margaret the latest batch of pages, and then the rest of the week should put me in the home stretch.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by nine, breakfast with Robert Yacko, do stuff, go to the mail place, come home, futz and finesse, write new pages, write more new pages, have a snack, write more pages, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Of all the crazy things mentioned in paragraph one, which would you actually like to try? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have written the notes having been written out.