Turns out I was obsessed with food back in 2005, too. And having problems with anger. And Bob, even that early in the collaboration, was already making me insane.
I’m reading Bet Me, a book I haven’t read in at least ten years, trying to figure out how my style has changed. You know, that’s a good romance. I couldn’t write that book now. Possibly I should be examining why. Or possibly I should just go on writing and stop second-guessing myself. Argh.
So what did you read this week?
So what good stuff happened this week that you want to share?
I’m trying to think, but basically I worked my ass off and nothing bad happened. So that’s good.
What about you?
A long time ago, Mollie took over my website and told me I had to start a blog because she could link it to the landing page of the website and that way the content there would change. She had two rules: I should only post once a month and we would not enable comments.
Well, we all know how that worked out. (It took her a month of e-mails from people to cave and add comments, but she still told me never to answer them. Ha.) So here’s the very first blog post, “Stagnation is the Mother of Reinvention,” the place where we started, Argh People. July 21, 2005, twenty-one years ago.
To clarify, I’m still working on You Again. And Charlotte’s Book is lost in the mists of time and destroyed laptops. I don’t even remember what it was, that’s what twenty-one years will do to you.
This week I read Arresting Anna over and over and over again, trying to seal up all the leaks and rewrite the weaks. Next up: Getting Carter. That’s half the length, so I should just breeze through that. Argh.
So what did you read this week?
I am a big There Might Be Giants fan, and this video of their cover version of “Istanbul Not Constantinople” makes me happy. I’m not going to explain it, my grasp of the song meaning is fuzzy although I’m good at explaining “Birdhouse in Your Soul,” which Liz does in Lavender’s Blue, but mostly TMBG just delights me. I’m good with the absurd as long as it embraces life and knows its limits: “That’s nobody’s business but the Turks.”
Jennifer Crusie is the New York Times, USA Today, and Publisher’s Weekly bestselling author and co-author of twenty-three novels, one book of literary criticism, miscellaneous articles, essays, novellas, and short stories, and the editor of three essay anthologies. She lives in a cottage in Pennsylvania, where she often stares at the ceiling and counts her blessings.
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