You(Tube) Light Up My Life

James Brown, Gary Oldman, and Clive Owen in one of those short BMW films.

God, could Clive Owen be any cooler?!?

In other news, the agent is sending out Lessons In Love to publishers this week. Luck should be wished by you to me.

Dear Diary: Does Joey Like Me?

Dear Writer's Diary,

Yesterday was a doozy (fyi, did you know 'doozy' comes from 'daisy,' not originally from the Duesenberg automobile, although that car's fabulousness added to the word's luster? Sure you did).

I did laundry, wrestled with real estate mishegas (Yiddish word for craziness; I have been channeling my Inner Jew with all this mess. Just don't get me started on 'fakakt,' although I have no idea how to spell it), wrote a smidge, starting reading Dead Beat by Jim Butcher (LOVE IT!), worked out, then had an actual outside-of-the-house DATE with my husband. Sushi and chocolate. Can't beat it with a stick.

I am already missing the Picky Vegetarian, who leaves Portland, OR, to head to Laos and Cambodia by way of Hong Kong.

My agent has promised to send out the pitch letter for Lessons In Love next week; then I get to be on all kinds of tenterhooks (btw, I wanted to find the definition of tenterhooks, and here's what I got: "one of the hooks or bent nails that hold cloth stretched on a tenter." Big help, thanks).

My son returns from his Dote Week down in South Jersey today; I cannot wait to hug him.

I would write to you about how I feel fat, scared, confident, insecure, nervous, smart, and ochlophobic (afraid of crowds), but I pretty much do that in my regular posts.

Love,

Megan

Me and My Super-Ego Are Fighting

Things That Have Been Done:

Updated synopsis for Lessons In Love written
Make-up worn every day for over five days
Freelance job done stupendously (IIDSSM)
Fantastic book, Poison Study, read
Offer made, and accepted, on real estate. Breath has been bated.
Up to Serge Gainsbourg in ripping discs into iMac.
Some random item of son's junk food eaten every day.

Things That Have Not Been Done:

Words written on Road To Passion
Anything but jeans worn
Someone in house not ill (currently, the Spouse has pneumonia; even more remarkable, he took a sick day).
Friend's sample pages read (sorry, EKM)
Weight lost (see last item on TTHBD).

Progress

A very brief post to say the agent is preparing the pitch letter for Lessons In Love. Which means sending to editors is not far behind. Honestly, all I want is for someone to read my stuff who might give me money, and not just my parents. Or my friends if I shut up.

So even if I get a round of rejections, at least I'll know steps were taken.

More excruciatingly mindlessly-detailed updates later--

Megan

I can SEE!

Finally, FINALLY my eye doctor guy got my new glasses with the right frames in. I was going to wait until I put some make-up on, but then I remembered I was wearing Colleen Gleason's Born Venator shirt, too (for the first time), and I wanted to show everyone how sartorially splendid I was. And who knows when I might slap some eyeliner on? 30 seconds of my life apparently takes me a week to actually accomplish.

So here are the glasses. And the shirt.

In other news, the agent's asst. read the revised Lessons In Love, and thinks I did a great job with it. Many fingers crossed the agent will agree when she reads what I've done.

Hm. In other other news, I am very busy, but actually happy. I like being busy, my brain likes thinking a lot. That is cool.

Megan