I did nothing. And it was everything I hoped it would be.

Today was a day of very little activity of the social variety. However, I got a load of things done. The first of these things was a massive amount of cleaning of the downstairs to prepare for the visit of newuniverse and family.

I also did something massive in my room - there's a big bin that I used to keep many many years worth of magazines in. Now, except for some concert/theater programs and my small graphic novel collection and a few other things, the bin is EMPTY. It was painful to part with some of the stuff, but I know that in the end it's the right thing to do. As B said on the phone this afternoon, "it all has to go sometime..."

But I am proud of one thing: I wanted to make 3 phone calls today. That may not sound like a big deal to most of you, but sometimes I get phone anxiety. I think that the people I'm calling won't want to hear from me, for whatever reason. So I don't pick up the phone as often as I should. But today, I did.

I called B. The website he's doing is taking longer than he thought, so we're now getting together on Tuesday to see a movie instead of tomorrow. Although he might turn up at Z's writing group, as he's apparently a member also. The mind boggles - Craigslist may very well be the fabric that holds the universe together.

I called Blerg, and after having a marvelously witty conversation (as she is marvelously witty and clever) we decided that we'll both be at tomorrow's Writing Group.

I then called Jeff. He called last night while I was watching the Angel finale, and I was too tired to talk. He then called me this afternoon while I was watching my tape of Without a Trace, so I called him back afterwards and we had a GREAT talk. It seems like our friendship has survived the bump in the road and is doing well again, hopefully poised to flourish with the both of us the wiser. Which is good, because I sort of missed the dumbass. ;)

Also? There is nothing greater than listening to 69 Love Songs on shuffle.

I should get some work done in order to be writing-group-ready for tomorrow. I had a rather illuminating conversation with Jeff about one character that just won't take shape in Best & Brightest, and he might have helped me on the road to figuring out who this person is and why the readers would want to care about him. I hope.

( more on that... )

*sigh* Argh. If you've read this far, I'm impressed. I think I'm going to struggle with this awhile longer, and then make sure I have everything ready for tomorrow, take a shower, and then go to bed. Perhaps the shower first, as that's a great thinking place for me.

I did nothing. And it was everything I hoped it would be.

Today was a day of very little activity of the social variety. However, I got a load of things done. The first of these things was a massive amount of cleaning of the downstairs to prepare for the visit of newuniverse and family.

I also did something massive in my room - there's a big bin that I used to keep many many years worth of magazines in. Now, except for some concert/theater programs and my small graphic novel collection and a few other things, the bin is EMPTY. It was painful to part with some of the stuff, but I know that in the end it's the right thing to do. As B said on the phone this afternoon, "it all has to go sometime..."

But I am proud of one thing: I wanted to make 3 phone calls today. That may not sound like a big deal to most of you, but sometimes I get phone anxiety. I think that the people I'm calling won't want to hear from me, for whatever reason. So I don't pick up the phone as often as I should. But today, I did.

I called B. The website he's doing is taking longer than he thought, so we're now getting together on Tuesday to see a movie instead of tomorrow. Although he might turn up at Z's writing group, as he's apparently a member also. The mind boggles - Craigslist may very well be the fabric that holds the universe together.

I called Blerg, and after having a marvelously witty conversation (as she is marvelously witty and clever) we decided that we'll both be at tomorrow's Writing Group.

I then called Jeff. He called last night while I was watching the Angel finale, and I was too tired to talk. He then called me this afternoon while I was watching my tape of Without a Trace, so I called him back afterwards and we had a GREAT talk. It seems like our friendship has survived the bump in the road and is doing well again, hopefully poised to flourish with the both of us the wiser. Which is good, because I sort of missed the dumbass. ;)

Also? There is nothing greater than listening to 69 Love Songs on shuffle.

I should get some work done in order to be writing-group-ready for tomorrow. I had a rather illuminating conversation with Jeff about one character that just won't take shape in Best & Brightest, and he might have helped me on the road to figuring out who this person is and why the readers would want to care about him. I hope.

( more on that... )

*sigh* Argh. If you've read this far, I'm impressed. I think I'm going to struggle with this awhile longer, and then make sure I have everything ready for tomorrow, take a shower, and then go to bed. Perhaps the shower first, as that's a great thinking place for me.

Sunday in the Park with my halter top.

Twas a fine sunday with the writing group on a lovely day in Central Park. I truly enjoyed myself, made a little progress with developing my otherwise stubborn character, and having a generally good time with the people around. With one exception, there are lots of cool people in the writing group, reading things ranging from lighthearted children's fare to a great cold-war era thriller.

I also received the single greatest compliment a writer can receive. A new guy to the group told me that if he had read what I read to the group in a book in a store, he would have most likely bought it. And then he said,

"Please don't think I'm saying that because I'm new and you've been really nice to me. I honestly would buy it." Pardon me while I happy dance.

There were lots of interesting things going on in the area of the park where we were. A grouping of musicians grew throughout the course of the afternoon, playing Beatles songs. The group towards the end of the day managed to include a clarinetist, who was featured on their rather good rendition of "When I'm 64." There had been only one guy singing and playing guitar prior to this, and he was not very good. Blerg and I had a bit of fun mocking him quietly from a great distance. But there were lots of cool things, some of which I took some pictures of! (see below for those). I would have taken more, but Xander's battery was running low (dammit).

Still, it was a nice way to spend a sunday.

( A Thousand words... )

Sunday in the Park with my halter top.

Twas a fine sunday with the writing group on a lovely day in Central Park. I truly enjoyed myself, made a little progress with developing my otherwise stubborn character, and having a generally good time with the people around. With one exception, there are lots of cool people in the writing group, reading things ranging from lighthearted children's fare to a great cold-war era thriller.

I also received the single greatest compliment a writer can receive. A new guy to the group told me that if he had read what I read to the group in a book in a store, he would have most likely bought it. And then he said,

"Please don't think I'm saying that because I'm new and you've been really nice to me. I honestly would buy it." Pardon me while I happy dance.

There were lots of interesting things going on in the area of the park where we were. A grouping of musicians grew throughout the course of the afternoon, playing Beatles songs. The group towards the end of the day managed to include a clarinetist, who was featured on their rather good rendition of "When I'm 64." There had been only one guy singing and playing guitar prior to this, and he was not very good. Blerg and I had a bit of fun mocking him quietly from a great distance. But there were lots of cool things, some of which I took some pictures of! (see below for those). I would have taken more, but Xander's battery was running low (dammit).

Still, it was a nice way to spend a sunday.

( A Thousand words... )