December 24, 2007 | home life

December 16, 2007 | home life

I’ve been sadly under the weather for a couple of weeks and therefore have been incredibly slug-like. I’ve continued to read which has been wonderful, but often I find myself in bed, the TV on to something-or-other with the sound very low, trying to become one with my pillow. Being sick sucks, in case you didn’t already know that. The worst is my energy level is -10. That’s minus 10. Not the best way to get things done, although I have done 2 copy edits and have managed at least some portion of my regular work. I’m determined to feel better, and damn fast, too. I only have five days until Sweeney Todd comes to theaters, and I intend to be there at the first possible showing. I know you might not believe this, but I know deep in my heart that they made this movie as a present for me. Yep, little old me. I’ve been listening to the music so often the songs just spin in my head, I’ve watched every commercial and interview, and the more I see, the more convinced I am that the whole project came about so I would have a perfect Christmas. (Yeah, I’m Jewish - what’s your point?)

I’ve also been listening to other music - a lot of Copland, some Gershwin, and Prokofiev piano concertos. Very healing and wonderful. If you’ve never heard Copland’s Quiet City, get thee to iTunes and download it this second. It will make you weep with its beauty.

I’ve finished my Xmas shopping, because I basically did none. That certainly makes things easier. :) I’ve only dipped my toe into the online world, so I’m happily clueless as to any shenanigans going on in the romance world. When one is bonding with one’s pillow, life becomes very narrow. Narrow is good.

I hope all of you are doing other things, that you’re all feeling well and energetic. That you’re enjoying the season and that you have warmth and love all around. Now I must go - the pillow calls.

December 6, 2007 | home life

I’ve been reading a bunch of stuff lately, enjoying Tess Gerritsen’s backlist books among others, and wallowing in the joy of the read. I’ve actually turned off the damn tv several nights just to turn one delicious page after another. Although I dearly hope the writer’s strike is settled soon so everyone can get their jobs back, I’m thinking it might be very very good if a bunch of people, tired of re-runs and reality shows, turned their attention to books. See? Silver Linings R Us.

I’ve not just been pulling away from television - I’ve been withdrawing from the internet as well. I’m not surfing much, and sorry, not posting much. I’ve got a very busy year ahead, chock full of deadlines (which is a good, but tiring issue) and I have this teeny little break. I can’t really go off on vacation as I’m expecting gallies from two books any minute, but I suppose this is a sort of vacation. I believe the inner, saner me who is usually shoved to the side when things have to get done, is very wisely putting books in my hand and not letting anything else distract. Not the holidays (we’re doing nothing - seriously nothing) not the weather (snow with a chance of more snow) not baking (no cookies this year). So it’s books and more books. I feel as if I’ve been given the opportunity for a fabulous holiday season - Bookmas perhaps, or possibly Novelkah?

November 27, 2007 | home life

Jessie’s at the vet today getting her teeth cleaned. I’m the biggest woos mom in the world. I couldn’t stand leaving her there. I’m worried about the anesthesia, and I want her back home right now. Yes, I made the appointment. Yes, I know she needs to have good teeth for a long, healthy life. Still, I want her home.

Something has happened to me in the last few years. I’ve always been an animal lover, no question. But for a long time now, I’ve been obsessive about it. Not just my pup, but all animals. I wept during the big fires here, knowing so many critters were scared, hurt and worse. I can’t bear to think of animals being hurt to the point of losing sleep over it. I understand I can’t do much about it, other than volunteering for a pet organization, donating money to the ASPCA and Humane Society, and making sure those animals near me are protected to the best of my ability. But I feel as though all animals everywhere are my responsibility, which is unrealistic and frankly quite painful. I don’t know why this shift has occurred. Just that it’s here and it’s difficult. I worry about the local deer, the horses that are left out in the freezing nights. There must be some psychological reason for this obsession, and I wish I understood it.

If I had the room and the money I would have a gazillion pets. Alas, we live in a very tiny house. Thankfully, Jessie has a pretty decent yard, but to add even a kitty would be tough in this miniature home.

I’ll just feel better when Jess is home and safe.