Today was a huge day for weddings, if you believe what you read in the NYTimes. Many people want to wed on 7-7-7 for good luck. I got married on 8-13-06. Having unlucky 13 in there will guarantee that Bob and I will stay shackled to each other til one of us croaks. I believe that.
My mom and little bro attended a wedding today. While Bob and I were stocking our cart with dishwasher detergent and 12 oz bottles of sweet tea at Costco, my bro rang me on the celly to tell me that the wedding was boring the shit out of him and that he didn't like the food. Apparently the only other teens in attendance were "douchebags" and our mom didn't want to leave because she had struck up a conversation with a hippie lady.
My novelizing is starting to atrophy. I am at this point in my rewrites where I feel like I'm treading water in the dark. I know exactly what's going to happen but am so hung up on detail and character and "if I'm doing this right" that I can't write straight.
Two weeks from now I'm going to my weeklong writey-camp out in West Texas. The author I thought I was going to be working with canceled, so now I am taking the class with an award-winning author of Texas-themed romance novels. The covers of her books feature barechested men in cowboy hats ravishing stringy-haired lasses in front of the Alamo. Don't sneeze at romance novels: it's one of the few genres where authors can make a decent, consistent living at writing. 33% of all books sold in the US of A are romances. So while I'm not into the hot 'n heavy cowboy thing, I suspect that I will still learn a bit about novel-writing and hopefully make some writer friends and contacts, as well as see me some Marfa Lights.
Posted by Zerd at July 7, 2007 11:12 PM