Thanks for the fish

It’s snowing outside, I have a cat in my lap, Dave Brubeck playing (discovered his 60s self in Texas) and having a glass of old vine zin. Yeah…this is where it’s at. There have also been walks in frigid ass temps, chocolate chip cookies that come in a tube that you bake, rosemary bread with olive oil, and a pretty sweet husband. I also slipped on the ice in my driveway and nailed my entire body on the frozen ground. Proof that it doesn’t pay to be evil. J had slipped a little and I laughed my ass off. I’ve always found it funny when people fall…it just IS funny. So I laughed, and as I laughed I slipped, fell on my ass, my arm, and then my head made contact with the ground. Then I started bawling. I’ve been doing that lately. It’s werid. Anyway, I have a few cuts and scratches but mostly I’m just happy. I think it’s the music.

We’re supposed to get a snow storm tonight/tomorrow so I think it’s a good excuse to “work from home.” I know I have work to do, but I don’t have the files with me or even know what I’m supposed to be doing. But I’m ok with that! I’ve decided that March is the month I write the first draft of a novel. Winter is ending and I need to start cranking. I’ve been writing for an hour a day for the last 3 days. You can write a lot in an hour! It will be harder during the week, but I am determined to do it. And my reward is that if I write for an hour every day for a month, I will reward myself iwth a shiny new red metallic laptop. Then, I can write upstairs in my writing room. I think the key to sticking with things is to make them enjoyable. So I’ve added red wine to my writing routine, and I might add candles too. In addition to Dave Brubeck.I love it!

I’ve come up with a plot for my book. The plot is my least favorite part. I’m good at dialogue and setting and “creating a sense of realism” but the plot fails me. So I’m just getting the plot out of the way and not worrying about it. I’m sure some great author once said “all first drafts are shit.” And so it is shit. I have the rest of my life to polish it up with lyrical prose and scintillating dialogue, etc. etc. But you gotta start somehwere. I’m happy with my progress.

The rest of my day consists of (hard to type with cat laying on my arm):

piano - 1/2 hour
pilates
dalai lama reading - he’s the man
pork chops and apple/cranberry chutney
watching snow fall.