| ah, the Virgo writerbrain. |
[May. 26th, 2012|12:49 pm] |
The past week, foreshortened by recovery and then my mom's birthday dinner and the lecture, has been much about me utterly unable to focus. I didn't know why - my brain WANTED to work, and there is, dog knows, enough work for me to be doing....
And then I thought about what I'd said in an earlier entry, how my apartment didn't seem quite 'right' to me, when I got back, and thought about past periods of distraction, and went "oh." Because I'm very smart, but sometimes not so bright.
So today - in between passes of writing - has been all about cleaning and sorting and the usual summertime rearranging of furniture (moving the sofa so it doesn't block the AC, etc). Because I am very fond of CatSitter B, but her staying here had made it not-quite-so-much-my-own-place. And now it's mine again, properly sorted and everything where I want it to be.
I suspect the focus will be much more, well, focused, going forward.
(it had BETTER be. So damn much to do OMG)
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| Signal Boost: Project Save Annabelle |
[May. 25th, 2012|10:56 pm] |
I've had some scary moments with my two pups, and I'm lucky to have insurance for them. Even so, the bills mount so quickly. But you'll pay anything, because you just want them to be okay again.
Originally posted by ![[info]](http://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/567?v=1322424142) harnessphoto at Signal Boost: Project Save AnnabelleI don't normally re-post these things, but I'm seeing this one everywhere and I would hope people would help me out if it ever came to life or death with Herbie or Ozzy. I donated and just $5 from everyone would go a long way. Help if you can. Re-post if you think other people you know might be inclined to do the same. ( Great Dane in need ) |
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| oy, cats. |
[May. 25th, 2012|07:17 pm] |
Seeing me eat sauteed string beans, Boomer has decided that he too, must have sauteed string beans. In order to keep his nose out of my food, I gave him a piece. So far, he has sniiffed, licked, toothed, and otherwise pushed the bean around, but hasn't quite convinced himself to eat it.
But he is still quite interested in what's on MY plate. Because that's got to be better, right? |
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| My tweets |
[May. 25th, 2012|12:00 pm] |
- Thu, 19:17: Taking 1/2-day vacation tomorrow to add to the 3-day weekend. Can't come soon enough, and won't last long enough. #needanewlife
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| Apathy |
[May. 25th, 2012|08:25 am] |
I've been suffering apathy regarding my garden this year. After 1)all the damage the dogs have done, and b)spring going straight to summer, I'm just having trouble getting myself out there to work in the yard.
The chrysanthemums are already blooming.
OK, the gardeners here will know that's weird for early May. My irises are already shot, and the Texas Lilacs (vitex) are setting blooms now rather than in August. That means the rest of the summer will be mostly bloom-free. I understand why the plants are doing this, but it does freak me out.
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Allergies and lack of Diet Coke are also taking a toll. Because of the humidity this year, mold is way up....and that's the primary thing that triggers my allergies. Since I've been working on cutting it back to NO MORE than 1 Diet Coke per day, my caffeine balance has been off. Between the allergies, hormones, and caffeine troubles, I'm having sinus headaches. Not congestion (so don't bother to suggest a neti pot), but swelling. I try not to overdo the sudafed, but it's been necessary...
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I've been re-reading Dreaming Death, as I'm contemplating whether to re-write it or not. So I'm not getting wordcount.
Shironne is fun to write. I really do hope I sell this novel one day. ;o) |
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| getting me some kulchah |
[May. 25th, 2012|07:42 am] |
Last night, I went to a lecture at the New York Historical Society by Barry Lewis, on Prohibition New York: Art Deco of the 1920s.
Now, Art Deco is One Of My Things. And city architecture is One of My (milder) Things. So it wasn't a night of mind-blowing revelations. What it was, though, was glorious and informative fun, mainly because Barry Lewis is a damnfine tour guide, with the right balance of information, enthusiasm, and humor. And some photos other folk just don't have access to.
If you get a chance to listen to him talk, or catch his "walking tour" shows rerun on PBS, do so. He can crack open your mind and slide stuff in, and you don't even realize it (or you do, but you're too busy thinking "oh, that connects to this, and explains that...!" to realize you're, y'know, learning.)
(also: the restaurant at the NYHS is really quite nice. Excellent pastas, even if the wine list is noticeably overpriced) |
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| Dream a little dream of me. |
[May. 24th, 2012|07:35 am] |
Last night as I was trying to go to sleep—I'm a slow-sleep insomniac, which means that it can sometimes take me upwards of an hour to power all the way down—I found myself wondering, in that half-place that only exists when you're caught between consciousness and Neverland, whether I'm so reluctant to sleep right now because I'm half-convinced that I'm in the middle of the longest, most detailed linear dream I've ever experienced. And that one day, I'm going to open my eyes and it will be December of 2008 all over again, when I was lonely and scared and had no idea what I was going to do about my future.
Anxiety and mild "my series is over, what do I do now" depression aside, I sometimes look at my life and I'm just staggered by the unlikeliness of it all. I had a book come out on Tuesday. Tomorrow, I'm leaving for Disneyland with my mother, my sister, and my best friend. I have cats that can be charitably called large, and uncharitably called props from a horror movie. I have a movie option. I'm reprinting my fourth album, because it's almost sold out. I have some of the most amazing, interesting, articulate friends and fans and readers in the world. I have an agent who, frankly, could not be more perfect for me if I had been allowed to design my own agent in a lab.
Even the little details are too good to be true. There's an immensely popular line of fashion dolls modeled on famous monsters; Fringe got renewed; Doctor Who is back on the air; the X-Men are awesome again; James Gunn has a video game about a chainsaw-wielding blonde cheerleader who fights zombies with high kicks and snark. Basically, it's like the universe has been rearranging itself to suit my deepest desires, and if not everything is perfect, that's because too much perfection is unbelievable. The world is trying to add veracity to my dream.
This is why I don't like to sleep very much.
I'm too afraid of waking up. |
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