I’m working hard and I managed to type more words on the young adult novel. I am, in fact, working on the final chapter. I can’t believe it!
Frankly, I’ve enjoyed working on this novel, but I’ve missed the voice of Sam.
And I’ve already started outlining what may be the next book in the Sam McRae mystery series, following this one.
But I was so happy to connect with my old friend, Jennifer LaRue Huget, on Facebook today! I’ve blogged about Jennifer here.
We used to work together at Armand’s Pizzeria in Rockville, MD. I was the singing waitress one night. Ha ha!
And we used to sing Beatles tunes together when we worked. I don’t think the managers cared for that much. Oh, well.
amazed stunned interested to find out that Jennifer works for The Washington Post now. Wow!
And how also interesting that Marissa Payne who has a Blog of Note on this here blog was deemed a tastemaker by said Washington Post, too.
Here’s the thing, Gene.
I chose to be happy. Please,
pretty please, click there so you can see the irony.
Then, I had a bunch of epiphanies.
Then, I became a happy fool. #iamfoolish
So, Gene, if you’re reading this
really crazy post, I hope you’ll consider it an olive branch extended in friendship, albeit with slightly gimpy hand.
Frankly, I think my posts may or may not be funnier than they were.
However, I won’t object if anyone would like to nominate my blog for this award.
God knows, I certainly bitch blog about dystonia enough. On all five of my blogs.
PS: Here’s the shitty first draft of the end of the YA book, which I swear I wrote in July 2010. This is not a spoiler. Really!
So that’s all I got. If you’re looking for some sort of moral, I couldn’t tell you what it is. Don’t follow strange boys riding on buses? Don’t lie to your parents? Don’t do stupid things just to be accepted? Feel free to take your pick.
I guess if I learned anything, it’s that we all have to make choices. Usually, I’ve moved before any of mine have come home to roost. This time, things have gone differently.
I’ve heard we are the sum total of our choices. I’ve never been sure exactly what that meant until now.
I’d like to think I add up to someone worth knowing. Someone I can live with.
Life is a weird and crazy exercise. It’s kind of like that novel, The Sound and the Fury. Have you ever read it? If not, I’ll save you the trouble.
It starts out as gibberish – a tale told by a true idiot. Half the time, you have no idea what’s going on. Slowly, the pieces come together. And just as it all starts to make some kind of sense, it ends – inconclusively. That’s it. You’re welcome.
Yes, it’s a shitty first draft. And she’s 16 years old now, but I didn’t realize I’d be flashing forward until I wrote the ending, okay?
Besides, that’s the way real writers work. I wrote that ending real fast when I came out of the shower, and it’s just a shitty first draft. Don’t judge me! What is life, if not a shitty first draft by a bad author … oh, never mind …
PPPPS: Have I mentioned that I’ve campaigned for McGovern and met Carl Bernstein?
PPPPPS: I also wrote my first
crappy Blog of Note about Mr. Teachbad’s blog. And I still owe him and Mary C. a better post about the awesomeness of teachers.
A rerun of Firefly outtakes for Mary C.
Let’s pretend this is a real postscript, instead of an update, okay?
UPDATE 2: I was so
tortured overwhelmed rushed stupid busy happy, that I neglected to start off with a link to this previous post, which probably would have been a good idea.
UPDATE 3: Only one more update, then I’ll shut the fuck up. Can you pick the real zombie?