Sunday night sundries with a side of Cragganmore
It’s Sunday night, and I’m in one of those agitated states where I don’t quite want to do anything but am not ready yet to go to bed. Likely I should cuddle my daughter, as she’s upset at something she has to face tomorrow, something which isn’t as big as she fears, but no logic will allay her fears—apples, it seems, do not fall far from trees. But first I will update this, and then… then I don’t know quite what I’ll do.
Mia is well, and not. She’s very happy and very mobile, but she is not healing. Her gash is not knitting together and defies vet instructions to keep it clean and uninfected. I’m supposed to pour hydrogen peroxide over it and scrub out the gunk, but it feels like I will pull out the staples when I do this, and oh my God, do I not want that. So I leave the gunk in and hope. So far Mia is perkier than she’s been in years, so who knows.
The weather here has been very, very nice and was especially so today. Anna and I took a short bike ride through the neighborhood before we headed out to the CIA NaNoWriMo reunion, which was also very fun. Dan has continued to be Zombie Pharmacist, as he’s been on a long run of overnights. Tonight is the last one. HURRAH.
Anna and I saw Diary of a Wimpy Kid on Saturday afternoon, taking two friends along with us as well. We enjoyed it, but Anna was disappointed at a few things from the books which were left out of the movie.
I’ve been bad about updating writing things here, I think. Actually, I can’t remember what I say where anymore. So did I say that I finished the draft of The Sweet Son, which is also known as the fairytale cover for Snow White? Did I say that it was slightly slutty, so it’s nicknamed Slutty Snow White? I remember writing it, so I must have said it. Right? Well, I finished it and sent it in. I worry about one part being okay, but ah well.
I suppose I should do a teaser of it?
Got the "Down the MIddle" short story galleys done, and Necking is due to be out in May, as is Miles and the Magic Flute. Which I know I posted the cover for, so at least there’s that. Did I ever tease that one? God, I need a keeper. Or at least a secretary. I know damn well I need to go update my website.
Oh, here’s something. This Friday I’m the Cherry Forums Book Club book. It lasts from April 15-22, and you can show up anytime, as it’s a forum. There are discussion questions and an Ask the Author section. Technically anybody can ask me anything anytime, and some of you do. But there will be this forum thing there. It would be awesome if you’d come. You have to register with the forums, which if memory serves you want to do a bit before you want to start posting so they can put you into the system.
Not sure what else. I’ve been sleeping, so that’s good. Wake up hung over anyway, so whatever, but sleeping is good. I was super, super anxious for a better part of last week, and it culminated in a middle-of-the-night freak out either Thursday or Friday. I forget which night it was exactly, but it was not any fun. I think it was some crazy release-date anxiety. I really hope that goes away, but so far it gets worse with each book. I can already feel myself trying not to think about Miles, so I suppose that one will be another party. Why do I do that? There’s a part of me that just stands there perplexed at the freaking out part, not getting it, not knowing what to do outside of hand tissues and say, "There, there." And it isn’t even that I fear it will be poorly received. I think it’s some sort of stage fright mixed in with being the sort of person who is highly suspicious of happy things. I can face arrows and attacks a lot better than I can face out and out good stuff.
I have decided, though, that this week I will finish Two to Tango. I have been working on it for far too long, and it’s starting to get cranky about not being born. As are the three other novels lined up behind it, two which are rewrites and one which just wants to come out. This doesn’t even count the bunnies that Jason likes to spawn in my brain. My goal for the year is to have every "rewrite" book finished and either sold or wrapped firmly in cellophane by December 31, 2010. That means I need to finish Small Town Boy and Temple Boy. My god, but it feels good to have JUST THOSE TWO left. Then it’s on to new things. LIke writing Sam and Mitch’s wedding. Because I bet that’s a party.
I have this feeling that I should be promoting Double Blind a bit more, but I don’t have the energy for it. Special Delivery had Sam dragging me by the hand, enthusiastic and happy, very, very sure that this would be a Big Book and I had to get out there and dance. Well, Randy drives Double Blind, and he’s back here with me against the wall, scanning the casino floor and murmuring about odds and trying to get the waitress’s attention for a Dirty Whiskey. So I think I’ll just play some poker with him and see what happens.
Speaking of poker, it’s been ages since I’ve pulled out Hoyle Casino. That’s what I’ll do before bed then, I think. Because I don’t play nearly enough. And I do have Rick’s New Year’s whisky present still downstairs by the tea….