The post-school-year getaway trip is over. I'm in a holding pattern with a couple of clients while they decide the fate a line of products (for which I'm the copywriter), and I have a manuscript out to a freelance editor, and another out, via my agent, to a couple other editors. And a third, yes, a third, composting between drafts. I'm also letting a book I've just read muddle about in my head before interviewing the author, and waiting for another book I've been asked to review to arrive in the mail.
So. Instead of power-washing the garden shed, training for an iron man competition, or catching up on all the blogs I've bookmarked, I'm following my chickens around with my iphone in order to figure out this vine shit that all the youngsters are hot and heavy about.
Y'all playing in my sandbox? Embracing the latest distraction because, really, we simply do not have enough of them?
Plus, I have a cold.
How did you celebrate the Super Moon?
Shit, were we supposed to celebrate? I had a Cup O'Noodles and a slice of banana bread, and watched an episode of The Actor's Studio on YouTube. What a night!ReplyDelete
(The chickens are adorable and well worth the distraction. Consider me impressed with your fine ka-knowledge.)
Oh. My. God. Averil, I, too had Cup o' Noodles that night! See? It's the woo-woo factor of the Super Moon. Damn! That's deep!ReplyDelete
Suzy, you're having a cup of noodles, and for god's sake you've got so many projects out there --- The Minestrone of Writing!ReplyDelete
I could watch these chickens ALL. DAY. LONG.
Ha! Oh Teri. Okay, so last night I had the opposite of cup o' noodles. I did the whole Paula Deen thing. Brined chicken breast, stuffing, salad and ooey gooey cake (it has butter AND cream cheese). Today I feel like a poster for Type II lard overdose. I AM a Super Moon.Delete