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of the paper done! Yeay! Now for more editing, boooo. But at least the first draft is done. I have a couple more components to finish on this thing, plus editing, and then it will be wrapped, bow-tied, and sent off. Yeay!
Only seventy-eight more things on the list for November. Meanwhile, it's 5:45 AM and my bags are packed, so it must be time to bring art to the children.
I'm supposed to be writing this paper. Not my novel, this other thing. It's actually on something I'm quite interested in, it's just the timeline on it is kind of bad, so I'm not feeling super motivated to get the thing done.... when I really need to be very motivated, considering the deadline and all the other things that need doing in the same time. So I'm working on it, but not in the oooh, I've got to get this done so I'm plowing through it way I need to be. More of a peck peck, finally finished that paragraph I wonder what is going on in the New York Times sort of way.
It's the absolute worst kind of procrastination. See, I've got a long list of other things with imminent deadlines, but this one is the most imminent, so I am only doing that one rather than any of the others. Because if I actually moved on to those I would really be procrastinating, and this is the top of the list. So, instead of doing the paper, I'm writing a blog post while I pointedly do NOT write my nanowrimo, because the paper comes first. SIGH.Okay, back to the paper.
writing my Nanowrimo novel thingy. And also an article that I'm feeling a little half hearted about, but that needs to be done if it is going to get done, and soon. Maybe both of these at the same time not such a good idea. But all of the writing is distracting me from the rather disappointing election we had here. Because I love the idea of having a governor who thinks I'm half a person because I have interior rather than exterior plumbing.
In the meantime, I'm getting close to the 10K word mark on my novel, so pens up!
And also, because this cracks me the hell up every single time, I will share:
Mr. P and I were discussing this last night, and it is just the beauty of Eddie Izzard having encapsulated that moment that we have all had in which we find ourselves being defeated by relentless stupidity. Which is kind of how I feel about the election.
It is that time of year again! That's right, Nanowrimo time!
I've signed up again, and again I have way too much on my plate so I'm not sure that I'll be able to finish... but hope springs eternal, and I said the same thing last year, the year before, and the year before that, and still managed to finish anyway, so you never know...
So if you've ever had a hankering to write the great American novel, or a mystery, or a sci-fi novel, or whatever, go sign up!
This morning while trying to get ready for me to go to my Letterpress class (yes, I'm taking a six week course in learning how to do Old Skool printing. With little type blocks. And an electric press from the thirties. I'm making Christmas gifts for people. Because I have geeky literary friends who will really dig a hand set, printed on nice paper, paragraph from À la recherche du temps perdu. Which will, sadly, be in English because they do not have diacritics in their type sets. Sad clown), and while Mr. P was running around trying to load up the car to take his things to DC to be hung in the gallery for his opening next week, that some jack. bastard. tried to break into Mr. P's studio/the garage sometime in the last day and a half or so. The person in question did this by bashing the crap out of the doorknob, thereby bending the cylinder, and ensuring that the door will be frozen in place forever more. On the upside, I believe that this may have discouraged the asshat (likely some stoopid tweaker) from continuing his mission. On the downside, the door is now stuck in place and will necessitate a repair we cannot afford (unless, that is, Mr. P's show sells out. Do you hear this, universe? We need a sold out show). On the upside, the key for the lock was bent and very near breaking in half, so this was going to be on the repair agenda in any case at some point. On the downside, I'm very unhappy that some freaking tweaker was in our backyard, bashing the hell out of the doorknob to the garage, which is about fifteen feet from the backdoor of the house.
Needless to say, this is not in any way raising my somewhat anemic affection for our current home city. I lived in three different developing countries for almost five years, including one that had no rule of law, and the sum total of my encounters with crime were the loss of two cheap bicycles and a shirt stolen from a laundry line. Almost ten years in New York City and I once had someone take two subway tokens and two dollars out of the pocket of a jacket I'd left unattended on a couch at a club. Four years in Washington, D.C. and once someone broke into the building where I lived (but not my apartment) and stole cash from my landlady's purse. We've been in this house a year and a half and we've got tweakers in the backyard wielding 4x4s. Makes me long for those halcyon Phnom Penh days....
Last week I finished up a baby quilt for a friend who just had her first child...
I included some fabric with space aliens on it :)
In the meantime, just back from more work travel, and am ready to not travel anymore.... though there isn't a reprieve coming any time soon (like January, I think). That said, I'm pretty happy to have moved into late October without having caught swine flu at any of the schools I've thus far visited.....
Went to the Richmond Varietease Halloween show, and fiiiiinally got the film back.
My love, Mr. P, has a new solo show opening at Irvine Contemporary in Washington, DC on October 30th.
The work is fabulous (I should know, since I live with it!), so if you'll be in the area between Oct. 30th and December 12th, come see it! He'll also be giving a gallery talk on the evening of November 12th. More information about the show can be found on the Irvine website. And of course, more of Mr. P's work can be found on his website.
Mr. P and I went to the Montpelier Fall Fiber Festival this weekend, because he's the kind of guy who will spend a day driving up to Orange so that he can watch his wife oogle sheep and alpacas and fondle yarn. Lots and lots of yarn. This is why he is a total keeper.
Sheep!
Goats! These guys were so cute. I was all for smuggling one out.
Unlike Willie, I really could wait to get on the road again. That, however, is not among the options. Had to go to DC over the weekend, came back last night, and today I'm heading to the Northern Neck and then, again, to NoVA. Because what's a day without I-95?
As I was driving home last night I heard that William Safire died. I cannot recall ever reading one of his political op-ed pieces without becoming completely infuriated, however, I loved his On Language column. I wonder who will love language the way that he did now that he is gone?
