My writing work days lately have included not only my usual iced black and white mocha, but something new: iced Tazo black tea! I have to say, Starbucks makes a tasty iced tea, which is welcome relief during these days of 100+ temperatures when even iced 2% coffee feels too heavy. Not to mention, tea is cheaper than coffee.
I’m blissfully working at Starbucks this afternoon. Well, blissfully stressed, I suppose. I have too many projects on my plate at the moment and I’m stressing over it. I’ll figure it out, though. And I’ll enjoy my iced tea while I do.
How did I ever get any writing done before Starbucks came along?
I know, I know, I made a list just a few days ago. It’s too hot to think in paragraphs, so here is another list.
--100 degrees yesterday. On June 8. I know a large chunk of the country is experiencing this heat wave, but it’s still spring!
--I saw Hillary’s speech after the fact and thought it was gracious and unifying. I’m sad she’s not the Democratic candidate. I really don’t understand the vitriol that has been directed at her. Why is she so much worse than any other politician or presidential candidate? I’ve read comments about her that make her sound like the devil incarnate. Why? And to those who said Hillary was not the best representative of a female presidential candidate, I would ask: Who would have been better? Where is she?
--I like Obama, though I’m worried he’s not up to the task of being the President of the United States. A good orator does not automatically translate into a good political leader. I’m afraid this country is so starved for someone who looks and sounds presidential that we’ve built Obama up to be something he isn’t ready to be.
--John McCain as president scares the hell out of me.
--I am loving Susan Breen’s The Fiction Class.
--Sunday Brunch at the Jefferson Hotel was lovely. Many, many Belgian waffles were eaten. Oh my.
--I’m still unsure of Plurk. It just doesn’t roll off the tongue like Twitter. I’m holding out hope that Twitter gets through this awkward stage of growth so I can tweet, tweet, tweet. (I think I just don’t like the word plurk.)
--My four year old PowerBook is officially a dinosaur. The Apple Store no longer carries the battery for it, so I have to order it online. I am determined to make my Mac last five years (at least), so I will order the battery online and keep it humming for another year.
--It cost a measly $100 to get my Miata purring again-- and that included an oil change! That means I’ve put just $200 into repairs in the first six months of 2008. That is not bad for a sixteen year old car.
--Yes, it has occurred to me that I might hang onto things a bit too long. So what?
--As always happens on Monday, I’m having a difficult time getting back in the writing groove. I just counted, and I have eight different writing files open at the moment. I was juggling a bunch of things on Saturday and got about an hour of writing in before brunch yesterday and now I’m back to… what do I work on now??
--For the first time in about two years, I’m running low on Lush. Horrors!
Because, like, I don’t have anything else to do, I have now joined Plurk.
I know nothing about Plurk, other than it’s a social networking sort of thing like Twitter. So far, I still like Twitter better-- but Twitter has been down a lot lately. I’m guessing it’s because it has become so wildly popular and the folks behind the scenes can’t keep up with the demand. Reminds me of AOL back in the day. I stuck with AOL (I’ve had the same AOL e-mail address since 1993), and I’ll stick with Twitter… but now Jennifer lured me over to Plurk, as well. Okay, to be fair, she simply sent me an invitation to join. I love being invited to things (except Mary Kay, Tupperware, Pampered Chef and those other must-buy-useless-crap parties), so I’ll give Plurk a whirl.
Have to say, the headless creature with the bone sticking out is seriously squicking me, though. Ewww....
--You can dress it up like Malibu Barbie, but crazy is crazy. I had to deal with crazy yesterday and it gave me a headache. (If you want the full story, e-mail me.)
--I was too busy enjoying my fifteen minutes of fame on Alison’s blog yesterday to blog on my own blog. Blog. Felt like I had to say it again. (If you know me in real life and don’t want to be traumatized, take my advice and skip the link.)
--My baby is going back in the shop today. Hopefully my talented mechanic Rob will get her to purrrrr again instead of the chug-chug-chugging she’s doing now.
--I have non-Thanksgiving, extremely post-birthday champagne brunch plans this Sunday. Exciting! I may not eat again until Sunday.
--I still haven’t quite figured out what direction I’m going in, writing-wise. But I’m writing, and that’s the main thing. I have two more months before I have to think about school (as teacher and student, again), so I’m going to focus, focus, focus and write my ass off. (I really need to stop obsessing about my ass.)
--I currently have ten short stories out (and one screenplay in a contest). I hope to double the short story submissions by the end of summer, as well as get the screenplay rewritten and back out in the world in its truly finished form and finish one novel, one novella and a novel proposal. It is good to have goals.
--I need to get a plane ticket to Florida for next month so I can see Jay!
--I need to figure out when I can go visit Sheri in Chicago (and see Leslee, and finally meet the munchkin and Jessie!).
--Summer has only just arrived and it’s unbearably hot, but I’m longing for fall.
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