Monday Tidbits
It is Monday isn't it? I take a week off to fly to another state and time zone and look what happens? I don't even know the day or time of the week! Well don't fret, things will turn to normal here eventually--at least after this round of my book's submissions to editors anyway. Because as much as I try NOT to think about the fact that real live editors are reading my novel--I think about it. And then my nerves are shot. So, as to not leave my readers in the dark, I'll write this post, just like my brain is hopping around today, pre-coffee on a Monday after vacation. Tidbits.
- Wicked. Have you not seen this musical yet? Then get your ass online and order some tickets. Absolutely fabulous. But then again, I'm all about magic, witches, and all this wizardy. So this little play is exactly up my alley. I'm guessing if you amuse me by sticking around and reading continually here too-- you just might like it as well. Get going. It's a wonderful night away from it all.
- Plane rides. I was about twelve years old when I first flew on a plane. Hell, I think I was eight when I first rode on an escalator. Sad? No. Just rural America. You grow up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in the 1980s, and well, there isn't a lot there. Multi-level shopping malls? Ha! Lucky to have a mall within a 20 mile radius of your home (or a movie theater for that matter). From the moment of take off way-back-in 1987, I loved flying. And wondering how my parents could have kept me from the awesome way to to travel for so long (forget about the fact that it actually COSTS something). I was sold on traveling. Flying all over the world, and well, enjoying getting away from home for a little while.
Anyway, what I really wanted to share was that I am lucky. I've been able to fly many times since that first flight-- two more times when a teenager, multiple times once I started working in Corporate America, and then some more on vacations with my husband. And my son? His first flight was when he was 18 months old. On a family vacation to Savannah, Georgia. And then again when he was two and a half for another pseudo-vacation (I was working, the husband and kiddo got play time for a week). And again last week on my latest work adventures. Isn't it amazing how different his impressions of flying will be from mine? - Coffee. Yep. I'm back on the kick. Don't judge me.
- And yes, my novel is back out on submission. I'm on pins and needles (or needles and pins), sleep is optional (and maybe why I am back on the coffee), and stressing is an every day occurrence. Sure, logically one knows that either an editor is going to *get* your writing and novel or not (just like when on the agent search), but still, doesn't make the nausea any less.
- NaNo-ing. Whether National Novel Writing Month, or affectionately known as NaNo, is meant in the verb form or not, it is fitting. And thus this tidbits' contents is the most I've thought about the challenge since pre-trip last week. Needless to say. I'm roughly 15,000 words behind. The insomnia from submission might become invaluable if I want to catch up. We'll see how this week frays my nerves.
- Moving. Oh yes. That little thing that requires you pack up every, single, tiny-or-large item in your house for transport to another living dwelling? Yes. This weekend. How many boxes packed. Zero.
