Full Disclosure!!
Okay, apparently I really only was "just saying it" regarding resuming the spring cleaning yesterday. (See post from yesterday below.)
Man, I didn't even come close to lifting a finger around here.
I basically spent the entire day laying on the bed reading Raymond Chandler. Until my eyes simply could not focus anymore. God, he is so addicting, even though I've read all these books before. I need to quote him for you. From The Little Sister (1949):
The good news, gang!!
A few days ago, I sent my ex-husband in NYC, Wayne, the first few chapters of my new crime novel, The Violin Girl; the book that I was planning to scrap and begin over from the beginning. Wayne is a crime fiction addict. Really & truly. He's read them all. Specifically, I am trying to write a hardboiled crime fiction novel, around 200 pages, maybe less. (The link explains what hardboiled crime fiction is, if you don't know the term.)
Well, his initial response was: "So far, so good." That I was nailing it. Yay. He said that he wanted to read it again and would get back to me probably today with more feedback.
Gosh, that was so good to hear. I have really been feeling lost with this book. And I have to write it for a very specific reason -- I'm not just hanging out, thinking, "Hey, why don't I drop everything and write a short, hardboiled crime fiction novel? I'm 50 now; it's time!" ha ha ha
So I feel good about that!!
(That's one totally self-serving thing I miss about being married: "Honey, could you please read this thing I just wrote and tell me what you think?" And then, presto, he drops everything, reads it and tells me what he thinks!)
Now I have to resort to badgering my family on the phone.
The sun is SUPER shining today so I'm hoping to get one of my walks in later. I might actually do some cleaning here today, too. I simply just don't know. I cannot commit! I will surely keep you posted, though!! Meanwhile have a great Sunday, gang, wherever you are and whatever it is that you avoid doing!! Farewell, my lovelies!!
Man, I didn't even come close to lifting a finger around here.
I basically spent the entire day laying on the bed reading Raymond Chandler. Until my eyes simply could not focus anymore. God, he is so addicting, even though I've read all these books before. I need to quote him for you. From The Little Sister (1949):
She held this doohickey in a black gauntleted glove and stared at me out of depthless black eyes that had no laughter in them now. "Do you want to go to bed with me?"This is what I'm going to start saying on dates! It's sort of invigorating, right? (I mean, imagining that I will ever go out on another date again as long as I live...)
"Most anyone would. But let's leave sex out of this for now."
"I do not draw a very sharp line between business and sex," she said evenly. "And you cannot humiliate me. Sex is a net with which I catch fools..."
The good news, gang!!
A few days ago, I sent my ex-husband in NYC, Wayne, the first few chapters of my new crime novel, The Violin Girl; the book that I was planning to scrap and begin over from the beginning. Wayne is a crime fiction addict. Really & truly. He's read them all. Specifically, I am trying to write a hardboiled crime fiction novel, around 200 pages, maybe less. (The link explains what hardboiled crime fiction is, if you don't know the term.)
Well, his initial response was: "So far, so good." That I was nailing it. Yay. He said that he wanted to read it again and would get back to me probably today with more feedback.
Gosh, that was so good to hear. I have really been feeling lost with this book. And I have to write it for a very specific reason -- I'm not just hanging out, thinking, "Hey, why don't I drop everything and write a short, hardboiled crime fiction novel? I'm 50 now; it's time!" ha ha ha
So I feel good about that!!
(That's one totally self-serving thing I miss about being married: "Honey, could you please read this thing I just wrote and tell me what you think?" And then, presto, he drops everything, reads it and tells me what he thinks!)
Now I have to resort to badgering my family on the phone.
Ring ring ring...[voice message thingie picks up]: "We're not able to come to the phone right now...." etc., etc.; ad infinitum.However, they do always get back to me and tell me what they think. I just kind of like the instantaneous version of life a little better. Husbands are really good for the instantaneous versions because they're almost always in the next room. However, most of the husbands I've had have found me a teensy-tiny bit kind of annoying to live with after awhile.
ME: "Hi, it's me. I'm really sorry to bother you again, but I'm emailing you some new pages right now. When you get home and have a chance and get online, could you please take a look at them and call me back and tell me what you think? Thank you!!"
CLICK.
ME: [waiting sort of patiently until who knows when.]
THEM: "Marilyn, I'm trying to do something here."When I was living with Mikey Rivera and writing my erotic novel Freak Parade, the only input he was willing to give me was one time when I needed to make sure all my dirty words in Spanish were correct.
ME: "I know, okay, but -- this will just take a second. Just this little part here. Could you just read this part here again and ..." etc., etc., etc.
THEM: [Heavy sigh]
ME: "Papi, read this part here in Spanish. Did I get this right?"Okay, well, gang, on all these merry notes...
HIM [reading; eyes popping out of his head]: "Baby, what the hell are you writing about???"
ME: "You."
HIM: [Blushes; leaves house.]
The sun is SUPER shining today so I'm hoping to get one of my walks in later. I might actually do some cleaning here today, too. I simply just don't know. I cannot commit! I will surely keep you posted, though!! Meanwhile have a great Sunday, gang, wherever you are and whatever it is that you avoid doing!! Farewell, my lovelies!!
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