It was five bags of leaves. But yes, sir, yes, sir, four bags full doesn’t sound as good.
Author: Becky
Baaaa
Tim and I just filled four lawn bags with leaves we raked up. OK, I filled one and he filled three. Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.
Good Day, Sunshine
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.
Waah
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.
What is this, Alaska?
Why’s it so freaking cold here?
Today I sent the flyers for our signing. I went to the post office in my houseshoes. I didn’t have to get out, though, so I’m not total white trash. They were just so warm and cozy that I couldn’t bear to remove them.
My Obsessive Pisces Friend
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.
Editors
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.
It’s GONE!
The manuscript for Three Fortunes in One Cookie is officially on its way to the editor. And thus ends more than a year’s work on two novels. I’m sooooo tired.
I love our readers
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. =)
New Year’s Resolutions
Last year I kept them. I need some new ones. Other than determining that I want to make sure I own every R.E.M.