|Monday, I used 6 inches of red pencil in 5 hours.|
The last 10 days were intense. I would admire my own work ethic except it felt less like an ethic than brute momentum. I did nothing but pore over the manuscript of my book to the point of neglecting to brush my hair, sort the mail, or attend zumba class, and I would have done so for the rest of my life had a deadline not forced a change of course.
Day before yesterday arrived that deadline. I reluctantly carried the proofs to the UPS store and overnighted them (old school!) back to the editor in New York and then, hair still uncombed, wearing jogging shoes and least attractive jeans I have ever owned, drove straight to the Century Regency on Smith Ranch Road to see Midnight in Paris.* The ship has been forcibly turned and I am back to my usual, semi-indolent ways. It will take a new deadline to get me to change again.
By the way, if there is any place on the planet you can confidently go with uncombed hair and wearing unflattering jeans, it is the Regency midday on a Tuesday. As usual, it was just the field trippers from the retirement home and me. I was very happy to be back.
Last night, I was going to try one of Guy Fieri's chicken recipes -- the one with the brick, or the one with the beer can -- but I ended up driving a young trombonist and a young pianist/dancer all over Marin County from 1:50 p.m. until 7 p.m. Not an exaggeration, a time sheet, as mothers of children in their middle years need not be told. So we had sushi. I felt tired and sorry for myself. I went to bed. I read 40 pages of Janet Malcolm's Reading Chekhov, which is extremely enjoyable and comprehensible even if you have never read Chekhov, which I have not. But should. I studied Malcolm's inscrutable half-smile in the jacket photo. What will my jacket photo look like? I woke up and checked on Natalie, who is still pregnant. Am I balking at starting Guy Fieri's book because he is so irritating? Or because I really don't want to eat a dish called Guy-talian Nachos? Except, who am I kidding. Of course I want to eat Guy-talian Nachos. There is no time to cook one of Fieri's chickens tonight, as I am returning to zumba class, but maybe his linguine with clams.
But then I'll look puffy in my jacket photo!
Can't wait for Tree of Life.
*Should you see it? Rachel McAdams negates her prettiness with convincing portrayal of crass shrew. Owen Wilson makes a more appealing Woody Allen than Woody Allen. Michael Sheen is wasted behind that beard. Plot: mildly amusing. Actor who plays Hemingway very cute. Altogether, Bridesmaids was better. Albeit, of course, filthy.
Omg Bridesmaids! The frozen peas......hahahahahaReplyDelete
I found Midnight in Paris to be amusing and witty. Rachel McAdam's role was thankless, though! Does she have to be SO awful for Owen Wilson to break up with her? Kathy Bates was awesome and right on point as Gertrude Stein, and my husband was pretty taken with Scott and Zelda. He liked the fact that Owen Wilson tells Zelda that she has nothing to be insecure about... because there really was nobody for Scott besides Zelda.ReplyDelete
On the other, I loved Bridesmaids, too. The cop was super-attractively imperfect and funny.
found you through US Airways magazine excerpt of your book...looking forward to its release, already have it on my amazon wishlist~just what i was looking for. congratulations...off to explore your blog.ReplyDelete
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