Notes from a Sunday

I worked on the new look for until roughly 5 a.m. this morning. I worked on it for so long that I managed to listen to most of an America’s Next Top Model marathon and many many episodes of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. When Go Diego Go came on, I knew it was time to shut Jed’s lid and walk away. Of course, I was back at it around 9 a.m. this morning. I am nothing if not obsessive.

Hell, after roughly four hours of sleep today I’m having a hard time mustering up the intelligence to write a coherent narrative. That does not bode well for the short story that’s due on Wednesday. Yes, after having nine days off in a row I’ve managed to write ZERO words. But I did come up with an idea. So that’s a start. Now I just need to decide if I will tackle the new idea (which hit me while reading Stacey Richter’s divine My Date with Satan when I was supposed to be napping) or if I will attempt the dreaded rewrite of a story I wrote years ago. This rewrite will be a challenge since the story is currently being told from the point of view of the wrong character. Yeah, it only took me like three years to figure that out.

Of course all this takes a backseat to my giddiness over attending the Jim Walsh reading of All Over But the Shouting at the Barnes & Noble in the Galleria Tuesday night.

All this obsessing about things other than the war between in the Jets and the Sharks is kind of delightful. See there has been an initial thawing in the cold war between the sisters. The sides have agreed that we will spend Christmas together as a family. It promises to be painful and awkward, but I have hopes that it’ll work out all right.

Yeah, I really need to get some shut eye tonight or I am doomed.

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