Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Ms. Silly Pants

There I was, minding my own business at my favorite hang-out Amore Coffee when this guy came up to me. He was probably not much older than me, say in his fifties, and he had a touch of what I like to call "the fabulous accent." Anyway, he said, "I just want to compliment you on your cut-offs."

I looked down at my paint-stained, obviously homemade cut-off shorts and thought, "Is this guy being a jerk?"

Apparently sensing my concern, he went on. "No, really," he said. "They're genuine, you know? Not like those fake ones all the kids are wearing. If you're going to wear jeans old jeans they should be really old. Otheerwise why not just wear brand-new?! I mean, just look at yours! They have paint splotches and uneven cuffs. I have an old pair of jeans like that and they're precious."

I'm still not sure if he was putting me on or what. But I feel like I got a taste of what my life would be like if I lived in Southern California, ie people thinking I was making some kind of fashion statement with my slovenly, lazy ways.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

More Writing Woes

Romancing the Dead continues to kick my butt. I've written about my latest struggles over at the Wyrdsmith's blog.

I'm sorry to keep putting all the good stuff over there, but all my energy is being sucked out by this book. I will report that Mason and I saw two new license plates at the Mall of America... Alberta and another consul plate. This time I realized I had to take note of the alphabetical prefex and it was "TG" -- which, according to wikipedia, is the designation for Canada. When I told Shawn about this, she said that it might have been the same car as the one we saw at Minnesota Historical Society, since someone there is married to the Canadian consul. So mystery solved?

Still no West Virginia

Seven days to Mason's birthday.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Writers' High/Writers' Block Survey

A friend of mine, Rosanne Bane, is writing a non-fiction book about writers' block/writers' high and she's looking for writers (at any level in their career) to fill out an on-line survey. If you have the time/inclination, please check out:

The Book That Ate My Brain

Just a quick re-direction pointer. I wrote a whole long complaining song, as Pooh would say, about my experiences with revision on Romancing the Dead (or, as I call it in my own head, Dead on Arousal) on the wyrdsmiths' blog. Check it out, if you're interested.