Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones

Monday, April 18, 2011

I'm Fine.

I had a good marathon weekend before last. How about you?

Met my goal: finished my shotgun phase of revisions; fixed all the piddly things I'd made notes to myself to fix and had been putting off for later; ready to print! in prep for the next phase of revisions.

Then Spring break happened and

1. I broke my printer while printing out my book.

*Note: that's not, "The printer broke," it's "I broke the printer," as in, I yanked out some already printed pieces of my book that were getting sucked back in and that's when I heard a crack. And then my printer wouldn't feed paper any more. And I had lost my receipt. And hadn't bothered to register my product when I bought it (who does that?). So they couldn't look it up. (Next time just tape the receipt and protection plan to the bottom of the printer, they told me. Duh. You idiot.)

2. So I had to go out and buy a freaking new one. Which was a downgrade that cost as much as the last nicer one. And which didn't even come with a USB cord. Which made the new printer unusable until I went back and got the old one from my broken printer which I'd traded in for a discount. But I'm fine. I took some yoga breaths on the way back to Office Max. I'm fine.

Even though I didn't get around to shopping for that stupid printer until Saturday, because I was

3. Shopping for a prom dress (because I don't sew anymore). And a puffy slip. And shoes. Which had to be ballet flats with ribbons up the ankles. That have to be dyed. Prom is Friday. Of course my kid wanted one we have to alter. And add stuff. Cut stuff. rearrange stuff. Take things in. Urgh.

4. And I took my kids to a movie.

5. And jumped on the tramp with them (well, for about 10 minutes).

So did I write all week? No. I did not. Even though the entire month of April is supposed to be my personal Writing Marathon Month and I promised Agent Steve I'd get my book into his hands before month end.

But I get to watch my daughter promenade. In her altered dress. And dyed ballet shoes with ribbons up the ankles.

And I read three books.
And I found my free book to give away for April, so check back soon.
And the forsythia's in bloom.
And my magnolias are recovering from the snow (sort of).
And it's getting green on the mountain.

And I printed out my manuscript without another mishap. Whew.

So I'm fine now. Just fine. Ready to get back to my book. Even though we're still figuring out the dress. (Did I mention I don't sew anymore? )

No problem.

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