Still totally loving Heroes....what an awesome show. Really excellent storytelling and pace. It's everything I hoped Lost would be but isn't--actually answering a few of the questions that it raises.
In other news, for the first time in years, I'm not reading anything. There's a big stack of books beside my bed, but I haven't cracked a spine in two weeks. But this is the thing: I'm writing. You all!!! I'm writing!!! Which means I can fill my blog with exclamation points!!!
I'm almost 100% sure it's a novel, and those of you who know me know that I thought that was impossible for me. I'm blazing through 10 pages a day, on average, and I haven't taken a day off yet. Lately, I find it hard not to talk about it. In line at the grocery store, I want to tell the cashier lady, "No, I don't have an MVP card, but did you know I'm writing a novel?"
I was talking to Awesome Lauren (she's been promoted from Good Lauren) about this the other day, and she made me realize that this probably happened because I'm so damned sick of thinking and writing about myself. I bored myself into writing about other people. Perhaps I'll try to be more boring all the time.
The thing about all this is, what I'm doing is not particularly publishable, even though I think it's good. It's very derivative among other things. But I kind of just don't care. I feel like what I'm doing is teaching myself how to write a novel and loving the hell out of it. And let me tell you: there are days at school when I'm very happy to have my lower-brain busy composing, while my upper brain says, "Shhhhhhhh. Get back in your seat. Shhhhhhhhhh. Get back in your seat," like 300 times. Which is what happens when your class is predominantly made of 6 year olds.
Last week a 5 year old gave me the finger. I'm not kidding. Thomas asked me if I gave it back to him. It almost would have been worth it, just to see the look on the kid's face.