Today started with a walk for Walter and then some grocery shopping. Since a majority of my family was going to be in other states, I was going to make my own delicious family dinner, a dinner that required more than the lawn clippings & kohlrabi I’d gotten from the CSA.
(oh, aside: as I type there’s an episode of “Austin City Limits” on featuring The Decemberists, which is pretty awesome)
I went to Cubs (which we always call Cubs even though we know it’s called Cub, but our mom calls it Cubs and so. . .) to gather ingredients for my chicken fajita, Spanish rice, and cowboy caviar dinner. Apparently, it’s been an eon since I’ve grocery shopped at Cubs on a Sunday because the dude who is always stocking (and sometimes it seems stalking) the dairy aisle told me so. I just smiled politely and said something about busyness and not about how his weird attentions/small talk/flirtation makes me want to die.
(another aside: the other day I made a crack on the twitters about how I can’t hear the intro to The Decemberists’ “Down by the Water” and not think it’s The Jayhawks. This holds true for live performances too, because they just played the song on Austin City Limits and for the 82,130th time I was surprised that it’s not a Jayhawks’ song, almost as surprised as I always am when they sing “down by the water and down by the old main drag” instead of “down by the water and down by the old main stream,” which is more of a Golden Smog reference, but still. . . )
Where was I? Post grocery shopping I cuddled up on the blue couch for some Internet time and a little bit of writing. In my quest to finish the draft, I’ve woefully neglected all my other writing duties. I spend a lot of time feeling intermittently guilty about this and not guilty at all because I need to finish this book.
After the bit of non-book writing I decided to cross another thing off my To Do list. Here was the list:
- Go grocery shopping.
- Clean downstairs bathroom.
- Lay on the couch reading Lexicon by Max Barry until a nap overtakes me (incidentally I am enjoying this one as much as Jennifer Government, which is my favorite of Barry’s though I did really enjoy reading Syrup and Company).
- Soak in the bathtub, exfoliate, and listen to The Golem & The Jinni by Helene Wecker.
- Read the beast.
So I cleaned the bathroom. Then I tipped over on the couch with the Barry book. The nap never really happened so then I went upstairs to bathe. Post-bath I laid in bed pondering an actual nap but then I got an email from Christa, with notes about her reading of the beast. She really does deserve some sort of medal or a get into the afterlife of her belief-system card for being the alpha reader. It takes a very kind and amazing person who will read your 230+ pages of word barf and not stab you in the face, even after you make them cry all over their iPad. Christa is that kind of person. When I sell the movie rights I promise to buy her something nice.
Anyway, after I read her notes I just laid in bed for a bit thinking.
After the thinking, I took Walter for another walk, which sucked ass because Minnesota has turned into a giant, sweaty armpit this weekend. So then onto dinner making which involved a ridiculous amount of chopping so now my lower back kind of hurts. Someday when I am the richest queen in all the land, I am going to build myself a house and raise all the things like two or three inches so I don’t have to bend at an annoying angle to chop shit on my own counters.
After dinner I did dishes, made coffee for the morning, and then Sister #2 and fam arrived from their Florida road trip which caused Walter to lose his mind.
After they left I settled in with the beast and spent the next few hours dying a million deaths over my bad writing and my poor typing. This made me appreciate Christa even more because there were some sentences where I couldn’t figure out what the fuck I was talking about. And even though I say all that (because it’s true), I’m still sort of in love with the beast.
I had dinner with my friend Mel last week and I told her how a few days after I finished the draft and hadn’t been writing it or thinking about it, I started to miss it. I’m halfway through my first read through and my fingers are really itching to fix all the problems. Remind me of this honeymoon warm glow feeling when I’m knee-deep in revising the beast and in the rending of garments/gnashing of teeth phase, okay?
The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).