Actually, I have no idea if we’ll see the sun today or not. Still too early. But it FEELS like the sun is shining. I feel rested and energetic. Madonna is singing. Nag champa is burning. All’s better with the world.
Now that my mother has moved into her own place, I’ve moved my office from Tim’s apartment back into my old space. And even though it’s nice to be home and have the dogs breathing behind me, and even though Tom made the space better than it used to be, and even though I know Tim was weary of me being in his space… I still miss it. Tim has good energy, and I appreciated being a part of his home.
Plus… that left him without online access, so he’ll have to bring his laptop here to be online. Which doesn’t bother me at all, but I know what it’s like to be displaced.
Steve got a new cell phone today. It will preoccupy him for several days. He will know it backward and forward, understanding all of its functions. It will rule his life. I still have a hard time looking up a programmed number in my cell phone. I’ll bet Steve was an easy kid. They just gave him a new toy and didn’t have to worry about him.
The boy likes his toys.
I really like both my editors (John, Kensington) (Nick, Alyson), but today I REALLY like Nick, who did his Norma Rae for Tim and me. Now if we can just get the cover we want for THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE, work will be good.
Last night I dreamed that Tim is going to be Michael Stipe’s groupie. Maybe this R.E.M. obsession is getting too intense.
I’m almost finished with my 2004 paperwork, which means I can file my taxes sooner. If only I could afford my accountant.
Tim and I have been pushing ourselves so hard for so long, dealing with a zillion stupid things we should never have had to deal with, getting mired down in other people’s needs and whims…
Tonight, as Tim does his edits to 3F, I am forcing myself to just get re-energized. R.E.M. is flowing from my headphones into my brain, but the BIGGEST charge comes from hearing from the first group of readers as they’re finishing I’M YOUR MAN.
There is nothing more humbling and gratifying than knowing that characters and situations from our imaginations touch other people. Make them laugh. Cry. Even if they get pissed off at us, it means they’re engaged.
It makes all memories of the crap go away and inspires me to do it again. =)
I was reading a movie review when the reviewer sounded what for me is a familiar and dissonant chord. Why is it that regarding movies or books, people are quick to point out “coincidences” as if they are not credible?
Sure, unless a movie or book is completely about coincidences, they should be used sparingly, but they happen in abundance in real life. In fact, we don’t even KNOW how often they happen, how connected we all are, and how seemingly random moments often have a cause and effect we’re not aware of.
The thrill of watching a movie or reading a book is that it gives us, for a moment, a god’s eye, when we get to witness it all and know how it fits together. Why is fiction supposed to be less amazing than real life?
Tim and I stayed up all night working on the new novel. Then we talked to our editor about various things and got a reprieve. Instead of having to be there the end of this week, it can be there next week. So we’ll ship the manuscript on Monday, I hope, one week from today. And then we might implode.
But at least I slept for five hours today. Tim is still up. But don’t worry. He’s not armed with anything except a razor sharp wit. And I suspect even that may be a bit dull right now.