One of the projections shows Irene's eye going directly over my house. If that happens, I am SO going outside. I remember a grade school science teacher telling us about what happens in a hurricane's eye.
Other things that were amazing to me in grade school: The Narnia books, the woods outside the classroom windows, my bedroom closet, Canada.
We bought plywood for two big windows on the front of the house, but based on the latest forecasts, I don't think we're going to put it up. The house is cut into the top of a hill, which is a pain in the butt in the winter but great at times like this. The only time we've had water in the basement was when the water heater barfed.
The power will go out. It does. This makes me cranky. I took Harper Perennial up on their offer a couple of weeks ago. This will make me less cranky.
Yes, I looked up "series" to make sure that was the plural.
My new coffee machine will be nonfunctional, too. I got a Keurig. I used to work someplace with one and I know a lot of people who have them and love them and really, it was just time. Mine is dinky because I'm the only coffee drinker. It's red because that just seemed right somehow.
I'm trying to decide what writing project I want to focus on in the next few months. One has a slightly autobiographical wiseass bent. The other is more fictitious and mournful and traditionally structured. The jerkface in me says COMBINE THEM HAHAHA. The jerkface in me is quite talkative sometimes.
There will probably be board games this weekend. Board games for which I have patience: Monopoly, Apples to Apples. Board games for which I don't have patience: Life. Have you played that recently? If you enjoy being the banker, you would probably also enjoy being a paralegal. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I wonder what career paths are recommended for people who like Apples to Apples.
(There will be a Tyra tribute offsite event at AWP, I hope?)
It's very late at night and usually when it's late at night and I'm at a computer screen, it's because I am steering an avatar of some kind around an imaginary world. I haven't done that in a while. I miss it very much.
Today I was in a very minor car accident. I keep forgetting about that. I keep forgetting I need to send email, book hotel rooms, make copies. When I was a kid August was a slow, boring, school vacation month. It blows by so fast now. It's a cheat.
"We talk a lot about the work being the reward in itself and that’s true because I think having the time to write can feel sometimes really exciting, but it’s also really grim and lonely and makes me angry, morose, anxious, etc"
These non-link parts are not very interesting because I am the sort of tired where functionality feels like an accomplishment on its own. I think I'll sleep and when I wake up, the rain will have started and the tired will have changed.
And finally: Ten year old food critic disses Bobby Flay.
Stay safe, my friends.