Yesterday morning I finished V3 of The Beast & immediately sent it off to Christa. I would have sent it to The Black Sheep too, but we’re meeting on Wednesday and already have some 250 pages to read and if I added another 200+ they would die. Or at least I would have died had one of them done it to me and you know do unto others & all that crap.
Why am I telling you this when it’s is Sunday and supposed to be about today’s boringness. Because it explains why I had so much free time yesterday to start my annual Buffython early, drink whiskey, and then do some semi-wanton Googling that has left my heart a bit on the tender side of ouch. It happens.
Okay, I probably didn’t need to tell you that because it has nothing to do wit anything. But you got it. Plus, it helps explain a little about why I’m so blue.
Where was I? Oh, being boring on Sunday. Have you missed this feature? Probably not, but on Friday I was chatting with a colleague and I got a little bitchy about all the people who pitch guests posts for I Will Dare even though the site has had only one author in its entire 14-year history.
“Uh, don’t you have posts called I’m boring on Sundays or something?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“I don’t mean that to sound condescending, but why would someone think their content belongs on a site that has those kinds of posts.”
“Exactly!” I screeched into the phone. “That’s why it makes me so mad. Only I can be boring on Sundays.”
And boy howdy have I done this Sunday proud re: boringness.
I have been Buffying so hard since yesterday evening that I am now on Ep 3 of Season 2. That takes a certain kind of couch potatoing dedication not often seen here. I would feel some sort of shame about this if I didn’t finish writing a fucking 79,000+ word novel yesterday. Also, I’m making this:
So far it is 64 itty bitty squares that I made awhile ago, but joining them together is a pain in the ass that requires a lot of sitting on the couch.
I also made three dozen monster cookies.
And I went to Family Dinner where Cade, my 12-year-old nephew taught my mom how to take a selfie and post it to Instagram. I also had to say goodbye to my brother-in-law Ben who leaves (if the weather doesn’t screw it up) for Portland on Tuesday. I am bummed. While I am happy to have him back with his family, I kind of liked having him here. It didn’t make it so final. I miss them all so much and it’s only been what, two weeks? I keep myself very busy or numbed out on TV so I don’t ever have a chance to reflect on it too much and then lose hours and hours crying about it and then everything sad that ever happened in my life and loneliness and injustice and you know how a crying spiral works.
One thing that happened in the move is that I inherited their dining room furniture. Having it here has been strangely comforting. Now this is one of my favorite room in the joint. It has most of the things I love the most in it. My fiction & graphic novels (non-fiction, anthologies, and Sweet Valley High/VC Andrews are upstairs in the loft), my signed books, my records & record player. My Superman cookie jar & Ramona Flowers goggles. The apples. Also, you can’t see it in the picture but there’s a big ol’ yarn cubbie and about 182,193 LEGOs. It really is the best room.
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).