I forgot what I was going to blog about.
I have several observances from this week:
- I read GIRL IN THE ARENA this week. Well, I finished it this week. I highly enjoyed it for its scary kind of satire, and I was very surprised to read some of the negative reviews on Goodreads. People don't like dashes to introduce dialogue. Who knew? I actually loved that part of the book. It was really interesting, and combined thought with voice. It was a unique choice on the part of Lise Haines and I enjoyed it very much. Along with the story. I liked the story, too.
- I cut 38,000 words from my manuscript. Ouch.
- Whenever I type "ouch" I type "ounch" first. What gives, extra N?
- Right now, I'm using my kitchen table as a desk. Along with my laptop, this "desk" contains an open copy of THE BOOK THIEF, a Mr. Mom DVD, a packet of freeze-dried eggs and bacon, an Entertainment Weekly magazine, my youngest son's portable suction pump (he has a trach that needs suctioning here and there), Gerber lil' Crunchies Mild Cheddar puffs, enrollment paperwork for my daughter's preschool next fall, a paper towel, Eric Carle's DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND, and several explanation of benefits papers from our health insurance (that neither explain anything, or benefit me)
- Did I mention I cut 38,000 words from my manuscript? Ounch.
- I now have two bound galleys of my next book BRAINS FOR LUNCH. The launch date has been announced: August 17th 2010!
- I need a sugar daddy to buy me a Flip Mino HD
- I also need a sugar daddy to cook me dinner and send me away for a weekend at the beach
- My oldest son just told my youngest son that "even though nipples have little circles on them, it doesn't mean you should twist them."
- My oldest son offers sound advice
I think I've just misplaced one of the children. That is always a sign it's time to end a blog post.
Hey! I just realized I can use my computer's camera to make a video instead of my ancient Canon. I think I knew this already.
Now I'm feeling shouty again. STUPID BRAIN.
I can't seem to stop writing this post, even with the misplaced child and the aforementioned stupid brain.
Oh, I just heard him. He's in the living room.
My child. Not my brain.
My brain is a girl.
At least I'm pretty sure.
OK. I'm going to stop typing now.
No more blogging for the day.
My battery is dying anyw