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Today was nice… one of those sundays that seem to last forever and can hold a million lifetimes of whatever I want to do. For instance… my mom stayed over last night so we had tea together this morning (plus I slept in). Then she left and I decided to continue on the bathroom project that I started several weeks ago. Just took a picture.. maybe I’ll remember to add it later. I only have one coat of primer on so far and it’s always surprising to me how little that first coat of primer does. In other words, it looks like total shit. But still… progress… I don’t require much. It was painted a dark green so it’s going to take a few coats of primer and a few coats of lovely periwinkle paint before it looks good. Luckily I have beadboard on the bottom half of the walll, so the surface area is pretty small. Then I just need my dad to help me with the lights, hang the mirror and I’m done.
Then I worked on Cider House Rules for a while. It’s a 5 page song and my teacher told me to not try and memorize the final 2 pages. pshaw! Whatever! I can totally do it. I’m working on page 3 right and that’s the hardest page, so once I get done with that it will be cake. The recital is on the 15th…so plenty of time.
Continuing to read, and continuing to love A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murikami. I lived in japan when i was in elementary school and then again for 2 years when I was in high school. That’s a long time ago now but it’s a time I remember fairly well. This book is about Japan so it’s fun to read as I can related a teeny bit to it. I love the way he writes. I always like those sort of bumbling self effacing narrators with personality..and the story is sort of hard to grasp, and I like that too. I think that’s one thing I don’t do well - mystery. Being a copywriter, I’ve spent my whole career trying to write things that are totally clear and don’t need any interpretation at all. Perhaps I need to get over that with fiction writing.
Another thing I’ve noticed about my writing is that the hardest part for me is finding a good idea. IN my writing group (when they decide to meet which is pretty infrequently) we have a writing prompt and then just write. I always find something to write about with the prompt. But without a prompt, I’m hopeless! But I’ve read things about different authors and they always ask them “where do you get your ideas” and they always say…everywhere! the newspaper, tv, friends, whatever. Sooooo… I think what I’ll do is write some short stories for a while and try to hone the craft of coming up with ideas. I’ll look through magazines and write a story about something I read, etc. I’m going to start tonight. As soon as I write this, finish my cosmo, make dinner, eat dinner, etc. etc. etc. But really, I will.
Dyed my hair “really red.” No, that’s not the name on the box (that would be Light Auburn). I came downstairs and sat at my computer. J was at his computer right next to me. 5 minutes later, he finally looked at me and just sort of stared. I smiled. He said “That’s really red.” I said “do you like it.” He said “That’s really red.” So heretofore, light auburn will be known as “Really Red.” I, for ONE, like it. Love it. It’s holy sexy, if you ask me.
Well, I suppose that’s all I did today. I bought an ashtray for my car at VIP yesterday. I guess that says something about my committment to stop smoking at this particular juncture. Eventually the running and the smoking are going to butt heads. Ha ha.. get it? butt heads. i kill me.
Well, guess that’s all. Did I mention I’m signing up for french classes. So in anticipation of that. arriverci! Oops, I think that is Italian. uh…. oh! Au Revoir! Oh! One more thing… it never stops raining here. Ever.
