Tuesday, March 07, 2006

And those crazy writers, they don't stand a ghost of a chance

(If anyone gets that one, I'll be amazed).

I've been getting up early -- well, early for me. 7:30 - 8 AM-ish. Actually, heck, I think that's early enough for anyone. Been driving the hubby back and forth to work so he doesn't get cold or wet or waste any time -- since all he's doing now is working. Get up, go to work, come back from work, eat, work, sleep. Repeat. I have no idea how many actual hours of work he is putting in, but it sure ain't anywhere near 40.

Hopefully things slow down soon 'cause right now Tony seems to be auditioning for the eighth dwarf: Moody (though sometimes he's just after Grumpy's role). I feel bad for him, but he's also driving me just a teeny bit crazy. ("You need to get some exercise or you'll never get any better." followed by "How can you get anything done if you go for a two hour walk with Rich?" and then there's the "I want to throw out every catalog in the house! We have to contol our spending!" followed by "Of course you can get [x]! You don't have to ask permission!") I'm not sure which way to turn on some days. (Hmmmm, perhaps I should add that, while I love to look at catalogs, I almost never actually order anything. Honest. The last thing I ordered was a Christmas present for Tony from Chef's Catalog. I'm a big window shopper. I like to look. Looking is more fun than buying most of the time. No remorse that way -- well, except for the cool thing that got away.)

I'm not trying to be down on him because he is a stupendous guy who's under a lot of pressure. But, in this house, it isn't "When momma's unhappy, everyone's unhappy." -- it's more of a "when Tony's unhappy..." situation.

At least he's enjoying the actual work. He can fiddle around with a mind map for hours, happily tinkering away. And I think the weekly travel is supposed to be over within the next month. Maybe after his next London trip.


In writing news...I've been working slowly on Abigail. Trying to channel brownie-speak somewhat successfully, if not wholly consistently. I'll have to go back and fix Ha'Penny's speech in my second round.

I also finished Killing Harry, a short story I've had kicking around for a couple of years now. I'm sending it out to Ellery Queen's first and then to Hardboiled (where my first short story was published) if they don't like it. Hopefully someone'll pick it up. It's another noir-ish piece with a female protaganist (question: can you really call a hit woman a "pro"taganist?)

Been doing some work on the site as well. That's pretty consistent right now -- I may need to just pick a couple of days a week to work on it so it doesn't cut into my writing time too much. I do need to mail some books today, but I'll do that on the way to picking Tony up.

I guess that's it. I know there's something more I want to say, but I don't know what it is. I'm in a weird mood. Probably from the spiraling down on the meds. I'm so happy to be finally getting off of them (well, not off yet, but at least taking less now). Still tired though.

And waiting to hear back from agents. Ack. You want to make your time on earth seem longer? Just send something to an agent and wait to hear back. It's like a watching water boil kind of thing.


Saundra Mitchell said...

Michelle Shocked.

Kimberly Pauley said...

You never fail to amaze. :-)

Saundra Mitchell said...

I am a vast repository of useless 80s(ish) knowledge!! My many condolences on the waiting game. OMG, how much you have my comiseration!

Kimberly Pauley said...

You and me both :-) Sometimes, I wonder how there's room for anything else in my head when there are so many lyrics stuck there.

Pamela Karr said...

Mark and I went grocery shopping, and after about 15 minutes, he said he was going to explode if we were in there 5 more minutes. He hates shopping too.