I know. Remiss.
I'm ankle-deep in revisions and the tide's starting to rise. I think the summer's going to be spent pulling apart 400 pages of novel, salvaging the awesome and cutting the fat. Actually, strike that. I know the summer is going to be spent revising.
Adam is already so over the revision. "Revising is so 2005," he grumbled yesterday. Revising for him means less Sarah-going-everywhere-and-playing and more of Sarah-sitting-on-her-increasingly-massive-butt-with-a-computer-on-her-lap-not-paying-attention.
He's so over revisions, he just kind of glowers whenever they come up, my poor, long-suffering spouse.
You better believe he's getting a big ol' shout-out.
BUT! Unlike the last long revision, I can see life after this one. I am planning to enroll at TVI in the fall and take a welding class. Yeah, y'know, nothing hotter than a girl with a face mask. I mean, you saw Flashdance, right?
And I'm trying to not increase my butt this go-round. No vanilla lattes, no triple ginger cookies during marathon sessions at Satellite. No carbs, for now. And because I'm going to be putting a large chunk of the new and improved narrative will be set in a gym, well, hellooooooo Defined Fitness. The idea is, by the time I finish, I will have so earned a cookie. Or a new pair of jeans. Which ever.
Yeah, this'll last.
Anyway, I hope this explains to you, my darlings, my increasingly sporadic posting and why, in mid-June, I might go completely AWOL. I'll try to be in touch. I mean, the Monaco Gran Prix is this weekend. The Indianapolis 500 (with Towsen Bell!) is this weekend. How can I not come back here to post new drinking game rules? Eh? Eh?
So think of me, y'all. And if you're in the Alameda Satellite and you see a familiar fivehead looming over an iBook, please stop by and say hello. We'll get through this together.
I'm ankle-deep in revisions and the tide's starting to rise. I think the summer's going to be spent pulling apart 400 pages of novel, salvaging the awesome and cutting the fat. Actually, strike that. I know the summer is going to be spent revising.
Adam is already so over the revision. "Revising is so 2005," he grumbled yesterday. Revising for him means less Sarah-going-everywhere-and-playing and more of Sarah-sitting-on-her-increasingly-massive-butt-with-a-computer-on-her-lap-not-paying-attention.
He's so over revisions, he just kind of glowers whenever they come up, my poor, long-suffering spouse.
You better believe he's getting a big ol' shout-out.
BUT! Unlike the last long revision, I can see life after this one. I am planning to enroll at TVI in the fall and take a welding class. Yeah, y'know, nothing hotter than a girl with a face mask. I mean, you saw Flashdance, right?
And I'm trying to not increase my butt this go-round. No vanilla lattes, no triple ginger cookies during marathon sessions at Satellite. No carbs, for now. And because I'm going to be putting a large chunk of the new and improved narrative will be set in a gym, well, hellooooooo Defined Fitness. The idea is, by the time I finish, I will have so earned a cookie. Or a new pair of jeans. Which ever.
Yeah, this'll last.
Anyway, I hope this explains to you, my darlings, my increasingly sporadic posting and why, in mid-June, I might go completely AWOL. I'll try to be in touch. I mean, the Monaco Gran Prix is this weekend. The Indianapolis 500 (with Towsen Bell!) is this weekend. How can I not come back here to post new drinking game rules? Eh? Eh?
So think of me, y'all. And if you're in the Alameda Satellite and you see a familiar fivehead looming over an iBook, please stop by and say hello. We'll get through this together.
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