May 24, 2005

BZZZZZZZ!

I’m working, I’m working, I’m working.
Things are taking off and clicking here and I am fulfilled as a human.

I am happy! My brain is all bee-hivey and busy and my mental illness number is therefore down because I don’t have as much time to FRET about the little crap, like DOES THE SPLENDA I EAT A DAILY POUND OF SECRETLY CAUSE LEPROSY and HOW DID MY CAT GET SO DERN FAT IN ONE MONTH and DO TADPOLES CARRY DISEASE AND DOES THE POND WATER WE SCOOPED FOR THEM CONTAIN DISEASE OR EVEN JUST A HIGH CONCENTRATION OF FROG PEE?

Here is what I am doing this week:
1) Writing a great big heaping chunk of novel. Tra la!

2) Tracking down a certain back issue of Oxford American because I simply MUST own a copy of Michael Parker’s, “Hidden Meanings: Treatment of Time, Supreme Irony, and Life Experiences in the Song 'Aint Gonna Bump No More No Big Fat Woman'" which is a very GOOD short story pretending to be a very DREADFUL term paper. It is remarkably entertaining even if you have never taught college freshman English, and is PURELY SUBLIME if you have.

30 Micromanaging the cat's food consumption and trying to get Maisy to stop SNEAKING HIM KIBBLE. The situation is dire and i fear for his HEART! When he lies down, his tummy flattens against the floor and he becomes COMPLETELY ROUND, by which I mean his sides spread outward like a puddle when he settles, until he is LITERALLY as wide across as he is LONG. AND HE WAS LOOKING SO GOOD! AND WE HAD WORKED SO HARD!

3) Going back on the road for the LAST of the travels. Sans Mercy? BUT OF COURSE! Talk to you from the air!

Posted by joshilyn at May 24, 2005 4:12 PM
Comments

Poor cat! You'll have to get him a treadmill and dangle a treat to get him running.

Posted by: Dara at May 24, 2005 5:56 PM

G'luck on the last leg of the tour!!

I am up to over 6000 words. In 4 days. That is HUGE for me.

Posted by: Heather at May 24, 2005 10:22 PM

I love the word kibble--and it always makes me think of the part in Running with Scissors where the run-down Mom sits around eating Purina Dog Chow out of the bag. So, at least Maisy is feeding the cat kibble and not kibbling herself.

Posted by: Edgy Mama at May 25, 2005 9:36 AM

Donated your book to the library yesterday (I wanted to keep it, but I am learning to let go since I never re-read books), and tried to pass you off as a local. "Well, she's ALMOST local," I said. The one librarian asked how local and I pointed to your bio and mentioned, oh, wouldn't it be fun to invite her over? She said they'd have to review the book first. LOL! Wonder how that will turn out ;)

Posted by: AGK at May 25, 2005 10:22 AM

Perhaps you could let the wild-boy pack chase kitty around the neighborhood a few times a day? Or would that encourage the sociopathic tendencies too much? :)

Posted by: Amy at May 25, 2005 6:29 PM

I'm HappyDancing! Got an email from the library today and my name finally got to the top of the hold list for Gods in Alabama. I'll pick it up tomorrow!

Posted by: Suzi at May 26, 2005 12:55 PM

My dearest Joss! I am so sorry I missed your signing in P'cola. "From hometown hottie to literary mommy." Way to go kid. I read "gods" the weekend you were here, and loved it (totally edgy). Though I did find some typos in the copy. Maybe I can be your proofer? LMAO Shoot me a line, Love to hear from a famous writer.


TTFN

Charles {my big boy name)

Posted by: Chuckie Prince at May 31, 2005 3:56 PM