Happiness is a Another Birthday

Thank you all for the birthday wishes, especially since I wasn’t expecting it since I didn’t yell, “Hey, it’s Constitution Day, I’m a year older!” Very nice surprise. I had a lovely quiet day during which I did anything I wanted to. One of the many great things about old age is that you reset to toddler wisdom and live your life according to “Fuck it, I can do anything I want.” Which this year included buying a curtain of stars to go on my bedroom window, counting my blessings, and once again not dying. All in all, a full and very happy day.

What made you happy this week?

The Working Protagonist (and Antagonist, Too)

Phred wrote “Nope. This is the one with a PR person and a neurology professor,” and it made me think of how we remember romances (and Friends): Protagonist and the Love Interest. Which makes sense, although we don’t think of mysteries as Detective and Victim, we think of them as Detective and Murderer, which makes sense: the relationship is the key, the push and pull of both sides as they get to know each other, zero in on each other. Love and death.

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Working Wednesday, September 15, 2021

This week I took apart Lavender’s Blue to figure out where I went wrong. I think, once again, it was failing to identify the main story line. The idea was that it would be part of a mystery series that taken together would be a massive romance, but that doesn’t work. Mystery with romance subplot or romance with mystery subplot, although it’s really women’s fiction, I think, so . . .

That’s what I’m working on.

What did you work on this week?

This is a Good Book Thursday, September 9, 2021

This week I read Buzzfeed lists and air fryer recipes and developed a lust for coconut shrimp. Also a lot of hockey romances for some reason; it must have been Guys-On-Skates week. I also started a book and wasn’t sure I liked it, so I quit halfway through and turned to the end and realized I’d read it before and hadn’t liked it. My mind, it’s like a steel sieve. And I read about what it means when your cat bites you but doesn’t bite down, how to make canvas shoes white again, and Modigliani’s miserable life, briefy (NYT). Yeah, it was that kind of week. That last one did make me want to watch the Doctor Who episode about Van Gogh again, but I just can’t face the kind of wracking sobs that ep always reduces me to; good sobs, it’s a fabulous story with a fabulous ending, but no ugly crying this week.

What did you read?

Working Wednesday, September 8, 2021

This week I did a lot of planning. I love planning. You don’t even have to get out of bed to plan, especially if you always have grid paper and pens on your bed, along with your laptop and iPad and a Diet Coke and some pretzels and a cat and two dogs and an Echo so you can tell Alexa to play that damn song you can’t get out of your head and . . .

Today, I’m cleaning my bedroom.

What did you do this week?

Happiness is September

I love September. I’ve been in school for so much of my life–elementary (I skipped kindergarten, big mistake), junior high, high school, under grad, grad, post-post-grad, not to mention teaching in most of those–so to me September is the New Year, shiny new pens and crisp clean paper and and cool air (well, it used to be cool) and a faster pace to everything. I love summer, and spring is even better, but best of all is autumn. And I insist that September is autumn, even if it is 80 freaking degrees out there.

Happy New Year, Argh!

What made you happy this week?