Self-Aggrandizing Moi

I am a good woman.

I say this because I got Borat from the library for me and the Likes Uncomfortable Situation Comedy Way More Than I Do Spouse to watch. I am expecting I'll spend most the movie grimacing.

Writing is going well, I say guardedly (note: Stephen King said "The road to Hell is paved with adverbs.").

Reading is not going well. I tossed a book after two chapters because I just didn't care if these people got together or not. My TBR shelves are mocking me. I am not sure what to choose next.

AND CAN I SAY I AM SO TIRED OF WEARING MY WINTER COAT?!? IT'S APRIL, PEOPLE!
[I know. The weather is a) a boring topic b) not controllable and c) predictable in blogdom. But still.]

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

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Hey, here's an original comment: It's FREAKING COLD. The first three days of the week I wore silk long underwear, then decided today it wasn't supposed to be that cold, so I'd eschew the double layers.

Bad idea. My legs got all tingly and wind-slapped, and the only thing I could think of was a) tea and b) my stupidity.

Right now, I am inside (well, duh, I'm not writing this outside on the sidewalk) wearing a shirt, a sweater, and a sweatshirt. It's cold inside, too. Although I just brewed some fresh tea.

Freelance work and the Great Real Estate Hunt has been taking up way too much of my leisure time, so writing has been slow, but whenever I DO get to do it, it's a blast. Like a blast of cold air. Refreshing.

What are you doing to stay warm?

Megan