3/17/2004

Woke up, put on clothes, didn't go to work.

Is it really supposed to snow Thursday and Friday?? What a riot!!

3/16/2004

It's snowing. What a mess!
Woke up, put on clothes, didn't go to work.

I finally got to read Why Girls Are Weird. Such fun! The novel came out last summer when mine did, and it centers on a woman, Anna K, who has a very popular blog and starts seeing the things she writes on her blog interfere with her personal life. There's a lot of suspense regarding what happens with her ex-boyfriend, adoring pen pal(s), and family. I was impressed that the family part was well-done, since often a chick-lit author will try to throw in a few family or work episodes to make the book seem more well-rounded, but sometimes fails. In WGAW, it worked. So hats off to popular blogger Pam Ribon. (Hmmm...when she mentioned my novel in December, she sent like 500 people my way. So now I get to send her 2.5 in return.)

3/13/2004

Woke up, put on clothes, didn't go to work.

My arm still feels weak, so I won't be blogging or doing e-mail much in the next few days.

A few people have e-mailed me to say they couldn't find Starting from Square Two in bookstores. Sometimes it is put in the romance section. While that keeps the book out of the view corridor of some readers, the nice thing is that it also allows it to be reviewed by the many romance sites. One of them just gave it a very nice review. (Scroll down - it's the fourth book.) They gave it ten out of ten. Thanks!

3/10/2004

Woke up, put on clothes, went to work.

Trivia was packed last night. At least one person answers "Bea Arthur" for a question each week in which the answer is a man.

Due to attempts at shoulder-healing, relaxation, etc., and to encroaching newspaper deadlines, I am going to lay off the computer a lot in the next few days. That means a lack of blogging and not much e-mail answering. Once I start surfing the net, I don't stop. So I'm taking a breather for a few days to see if I can heal better.

In the mean time, let it snow! (Just kidding.)

3/09/2004

Woke up, put on clothes, went to work.

3/08/2004

Woke up, put on clothes, went to work.

Wes responded to Anonymous' deal-breakers. That's pretty funny. Click the link to (the pretty darn handsome!) Wes after reading Anonymous.

3/07/2004

I forgot to mention that this morning in Hoboken, I saw several women walking down the street wearing green. Which means they didn't change since yesterday...you get my point.
I forgot to mention that it's supposed to snow tomorrow. To all of y'all who complained that it snowed a lot this winter -- that's what winter DOES. And spring is two weeks away, and it will get warmer and warmer as it approaches (except tomorrow). So rejoice that the seasons you enjoyed as a kid have returned, and stop kvetching.

I should update my barometer blog instead of neglecting it.

On the news, they said that a 21-year-old woman who was missing in NY (I've seen the posters up myself) was just found. She was supposed to visit her family two weeks ago but instead somehow ended up at a place in the Hamptons. She's okay, though. She saw an item on the TV news about her and called home. It seems like there have been more missing persons signs up lately than normal, so I'm glad there's one less to fear for.

I watched the '80s movie "Gotcha," which was actually not as bad as I thought it would be. Since it's about the Assassination Game - something people played in my high school that would never fly today - I thought it was pretty cool in ninth grade when it came out, and since it's from the '80s, I figured it'd be needlessly schlocky when I watched it again, but it was only a little schlocky. Probably 'cuz it was from '85 and thus almost into the modern era.
I know that a few women read this who are writers. Glamour magazine is having an essay contest. Send them a personal essay of 3,000 words or less, and you may win $5,000 and a lunch in NYC with an agent, as well as publication of your essay. This isn't a bad way to get in the door.
Anonymous Blogger has an interesting entry today, still on the subject of deal-breakers. He makes Dawn's deal-breakers sound worse than they are, though; really, the main place the two of them really differ is on the entries involving God.

While I'm not religious, I admire Dawn for sticking by her beliefs. I imagine it's tough to be a religious person if you live in NYC and care about music and pop culture the way Dawn does. Many people are scornful of religion, which is certainly an easier thing to be in this neck of the woods than to be religious.
"Your Puppy dream means something or someone is out of control in your life, and the solution may seem way too complicated, but the real solution is actually very simple. Stop over thinking a problem, and the simple solution will prove to be the proper one, saving you a lot of grief in the process.
Please note that there are a million dream interpretation books out there and I haven't read a single one, so I could just be talking out my pancreas.
With a grain of salt, Sam."

3/06/2004

Note that in the puppy pancreas dream, the puppy was perfectly fine doing this and suffered no ill effects.

Today is St. Pat's Parade day in Hoboken. They do it early here so they don't have to compete with other cities (NYC) for marching bands. I went to do my laundry at 9:30 a.m. and the liquor store downstairs was already open. Now the street is full of green silly string. Some people outside are singing, "Livin' on a Prayer." Jersey pride! But the skies keep opening up suddenly, showering everyone with rain, so the revelry is getting washed up.
Woke up, put on clothes, didn't go to work.

I had a dream that there was a puppy somewhere who was hungry, but it was really cold or was snowing in in the town in which I lived or something, so no one could reach it to feed it. (It wasn't my puppy; I just knew about it.) So a veterinarian had to call the puppy and give it instructions on how to remove and eat its pancreas, then stitch itself back up. The heroic puppy did so. Later it realized there was a hole in its cage it could have climbed through to go get food. I just woke up a second ago and don't understand how I was buying this whole thing, but while asleep, it seemed completely realistic. I'm thinking that later today I may get on here and erase it, because as the day goes on, I will feel more and more strange that I even though about it.

Last night was my reading in Hoboken, and thanks soooo much to everyone who turned out. Coming to see someone read parts of their book is kind, considering we can all just read them ourselves, but hopefully the Q&A was somewhat helpful or amusing, and there was a little food. So thanks, all.

I am going to see a real dr. on Monday about my shoulder. I think I might go back to bed now to celebrate not having to go to work today. (And to stop using my shoulder to type.)

3/05/2004

Woke up, put on clothes, went to work.

Thanks to Lori for passing along this timed quiz. See how many of the 50 states you can identify. If you can't, you fail 3rd grade and the little bus comes to take you away.

3/04/2004

Woke up. Put on clothes. Went to work.

3/03/2004

An update on the "Gay Penguin" saga...a homosexual penguin wants to run for president. It's amazing that in a society that considers itself modern, it took this long!
Woke up, put clothes on, went to work.

Finally finished revisions to both screenplays. Since I wrote the first draft of the first one three years ago, it was time to get done. It feels good. Of course, now I will show it to more professional folks who may suggest more revisions. But phase 1 (or 2, or 3) is done.

Two doctor's appts today for my shoulder. So I may not blog much again today. Unless I can come up with something really pithy to say.

Well, okay. One thing that really pisses me off. It's happened a few times in the last year (and not recently, so don't think it's you): When someone asks me to pick a dinner or lunch or drinks place, and I say, "Are you sure you don't have a preference," and they say, "No, I don't care, just pick something" and I offer up a place or two, and then they pause and say they don't like those places. So if you say you don't care and that I should pick, don't THEN reject my suggestions, you putz.

3/02/2004

Woke up, put clothes on, went to work.

3/01/2004

Woke up, put clothes on, went to work.

My right shoulder hurts. I think I dislocated it. Too much writing. Must see doctor. Bye.