October 18, 2004

Soul 4 Sale!

Remember how I said in an earlier blog entry that I don’t like songs? Well this weekend, I went to a MOUNTAIN FESTIVAL with my friend Julie. It was a three hour drive to get there through a bunch of…you know. Mountains. And glorious sunsets and trees, blah blah. I tried to cover my absolute un-moved-ness by making appreciative hmm-hmm noises as she clapped her hands in an enraptured manner over what looked to me to be “some bushes.” But Julie was unfooled. She realized that it’s not just songs. I also do not like scenery AKA the majestic beauty of the earth.

It is now universally acknowledged in my circle that I am dead inside.

In my defense? I DO like ANIMALS. I get MISTY over LITTLE DEERS and whatnot. And if you want me to OOOH over some landscape, put a lot of squirrels in it. Squirrels are cheerful. Or a raccoon! PUT A RACCOON! I also VERY MUCH like to sniff the heads of delicious little babies and am charmed and touched when little old creaky couples toddle past holding hands. So. If there was a pee-test for "having a soul," I betcha I could make the little line turn faintly blue.

IN OTHER NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST THIS SECOND FINISHED the HUGE FIRST EVISCERATING REVISION on my post-gods follow up novel. And HURRAY! HURRAY! I LIKE IT. Thank GOD. About 11 recurring images/things that REALLY had me PUZZLED as to WHAT THE HECK I THUGHT I WAS WRITING ABOUT suddenly GELLED and I realized they were ALL connected and VITALLY THEMATICALLY IMPORTANT and also NIFTY. And the heavens opened and the ANGELS SANG.

LA LA LA LA LA, trilled the angels. Too bad I don't like songs.

I have to go dance around my house and be UNENDURABLY pleased with myself for 15 minutes before beginning the next round of revisions, seeing all the crap that still needs to get done, and sinking into a self-loathing funk.

I may be dead inside, but at least it doesn’t render me incapable of being emotionally unbalanced! And MOODY!

HURRAY!

Posted by joshilyn at October 18, 2004 6:21 AM
Comments

Oh, honey, you're not dead inside. You're just... ummm... focused. Yes, that's it. You're focused. Rather than wasting valuable soul space on every little non-descript corner of God's creation you choose to truely and deeply appreciate a few select aspects of it.

You have, what I like to call, a disciplined soul.

And really, God should realize that by now. Angels were a poor choice. He should have sent a choir of baby goats to bleat at you from on high.

Posted by: Mr. Husband at October 18, 2004 8:13 AM

I can't decide which I like more... your description or your husband's obvious adoration of your weirdness. They both make my heart sing. Cuz I like songs. But I hate squirrels.

Posted by: Mir at October 18, 2004 8:40 AM

I so totally cannot wait to read your books.

Posted by: Heather at October 18, 2004 4:09 PM

I'm giving some serious thought to the pee test. I have this doctor friend, see, and this new-ager cousin. If I can get them together, maybe we have a marketable item here.

Sam

Posted by: Sam Pakan at October 20, 2004 1:15 PM