No, I really don’t have a trick or joke, I just thought it was fun. I’m actually in the land of revisions, with a side of still researching the next book. I’ve been fighting a cold, but Zicam is helping me win. Also, I’m planning my trip to NY to see my family (yay!). I don’t know why, but when I have to travel, it somehow creeps in to disrupt my life weeks before the actual trip. Getting nails done, for example. Sometimes the disruptions are fun, like group emails to discuss the fun stuff we’re going to do when we’re all together. But mostly it’s things like nails.
As for the research - too interesting! I’m fascinated by all the new discoveries they’re making about the brain. I’m currently reading The Neuroscience of Human Relationships. Kind of intense, but the subject is enthralling. No fiction for now, but there will be fiction soon!
Reading: well, The Neuroscience of Human Relationships
On deck: Sex Sleep Eat Drink Dream
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I watched Chocolat last night. Again. And fell in love. Again. Not just with IrishJohnny! but with the wardrobe/hair combo of Juliet Binoche’s character. My God, I loved looking at her. Especially in the black dress/red shoes. If I could adopt any style at all, that would be it. Of course, I’d have to be much taller/skinnier/longer necked. I think I was drooling more over her clothes than the chocolat, although yes, I completely wanted to join Alfred Molina in the display case. I love it when I re-watch a movie and have that yummy anticipation of knowing exactly the kind of rush I’m going to have.
In writing news, I’m still plotting. Ah, the plotting. Where the ideas snake through my brain, building character lives, devising ways to reveal flaws and aha! moments. Seeing how putting those two people together is going to change everything for them. Not just love, but how the challenge of the other begets transformation and a new way of seeing themselves and the world. It all sounds so glorious in my head. Everything is possible at this point. When it’s all potential, it’s perfect. I just wish every book could turn out exactly like I imagine it at this stage. Alas, it rarely happens that way, but that’s the mechanism of the writer. Trying to convert the initial concept to words on a page. Without that ideal and the subsequent struggle, there would be no striving, no improvement, no experimentation. Perfection is always just out of reach, but the striving makes this job ever-challenging, ever new.
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