The other day I was cruising along with my day, writing in a silly house-outfit that included lavender legwarmers, when I suddenly hit a big patch of blah. BLAH. I had made the mistake of checking my email, and there, all unexpected, was ANOTHER list of editorial comments on my book, the book that is in GALLEYS. (that is, proof pages, as they will look in the actual book.) I REALLY thought we were past the editorial stage! But no. No. Apparently, we will never be past that. Ever. Anyway, I couldn’t bring myself to read them yet. I just immediately lost my will to spend the rest of the evening writing the NEW book, and I went to the store and bought a bottle of wine and ingredients for the pumpkin-gingerbread recipe in the little Martha Stewart cooking magazine, and that is how I spent the evening instead of writing. With wine and pumpkin bread, and TV. Sigh.
I don’t really hit a BLAH all that often, but I wish that when I DID, there would be better television on. Is that so much to ask?
Today I sort of bounced out of it and managed to get in a writing groove and write TEN pages in a sitting, and now I am at the doggy oncologist, alone in a waiting room with a plate of chocolate cookies that keep calling out to me. Luckily, they don’t know my name because I am new here, and I am able to ignore them without seeming rude. I hope cookies don’t read paperwork in the night, so that when I come back tomorrow they’re crooking their little cookie fingers at me and beckoning and saying, “Laini, welcome. We’re going to become very good friends over the next 3 weeks...”
And just for fun, here are some new words I have recently discovered: haruspex (a priest in ancient Rome who practiced divination of animal entrails); futhark (a runic alphabet); niblick (a kind of golf club!); apotropaic (intended to ward off evil); and whipper-in (a person who assists a hunstman in handling the hounds). I. Love. Words.