just one thing you remember about me
Mar. 27th, 2006 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyI have a lot to say during the day when I am at work and cannot write. Today, I wrote posts about a great many things in my head, all of which were surprisingly profound for a Monday. But now, it is getting late and my fingers are cold, and M's music is draining my will to live. So instead, I will write about nothing.
1. I made Yello tonight. Most people would probably call it Jello but M indulges me and calls it Yello because I think it's adorable. Too bad it wasn't yellow Yello because then I would probably die of cuteness.
2. I threw away a perfectly good onion today for being stinky. I cut it up yesterday and put it in the same tupperware-type container that the last onion had been in, and placed it in the fridge. This morning, M opened said container and the kitchen immediately became a toxic wasteland. Then I came home for lunch, opened the freezer and the onion smell nearly knocked me down. I didn't even have the fridge door open! And it was still in the container! How could such a small onion stink so very much more than the average onion?
3. We have still more plants coming up that we didn't know were there. How fun!
4. I wrote down a summary of an Idea for a book this afternoon--first time I've been concerned with my own lapsed writing plans in ages because I've been busy editing M's.
5. I did mention that I finished my second round of editing on his book, right? Because I did, and it feels fantastic. It's harder to write about his book now that a couple of you have read it, but let me just say that the editing cycles we've been doing have been great learning experiences for both of us. M tried to get me to go through it more quickly, do less editing and more reading, but I could not do it halfway, and we're both pretty glad now. I have always had a bit of a talent for revision. (I didn't pull this out of my ass; it's what my writing teachers always said when I was in school.) What I had to get used to was editing someone else's work--that was very different. Anyway. M is constantly nagging me to write, and I am apparently too lazy to do it, but I knew that my billions of hours of editing had been worth it when he came in the other day after working on what I had marked in his book and said that perhaps I should not be writing, perhaps I should be editing. Considering how long I've been working on it, it was rather nice to have positive feedback like that.
I am tired of numbers now. One more thing:
Dear Salman Rushie,
Yes, you are a flipping genius. You are a modern-day legend. You string words together like no one else on the planet, which occasionally makes my fingers itch to write in the margins and underline passages and post obscure quotations in my journal. My husband adores you, and in fact, it is at his request that I am reading The Ground Beneath Her Feet, one of your lengthy novels. There is just one teeny tiny little thing I would like to suggest to you, and that is that.. there are these things that most books have that are known as "plots". If you had stuck one of those there in this fine book, I would possibly be better able to read your fine literature without wishing to peel my eyes out with blunt objects.
Thank you,
K.
(Interestingly, I read that last paragraph aloud to the boy and it sparked an argument about.... Pulp Fiction. We are weird.)
1. I made Yello tonight. Most people would probably call it Jello but M indulges me and calls it Yello because I think it's adorable. Too bad it wasn't yellow Yello because then I would probably die of cuteness.
2. I threw away a perfectly good onion today for being stinky. I cut it up yesterday and put it in the same tupperware-type container that the last onion had been in, and placed it in the fridge. This morning, M opened said container and the kitchen immediately became a toxic wasteland. Then I came home for lunch, opened the freezer and the onion smell nearly knocked me down. I didn't even have the fridge door open! And it was still in the container! How could such a small onion stink so very much more than the average onion?
3. We have still more plants coming up that we didn't know were there. How fun!
4. I wrote down a summary of an Idea for a book this afternoon--first time I've been concerned with my own lapsed writing plans in ages because I've been busy editing M's.
5. I did mention that I finished my second round of editing on his book, right? Because I did, and it feels fantastic. It's harder to write about his book now that a couple of you have read it, but let me just say that the editing cycles we've been doing have been great learning experiences for both of us. M tried to get me to go through it more quickly, do less editing and more reading, but I could not do it halfway, and we're both pretty glad now. I have always had a bit of a talent for revision. (I didn't pull this out of my ass; it's what my writing teachers always said when I was in school.) What I had to get used to was editing someone else's work--that was very different. Anyway. M is constantly nagging me to write, and I am apparently too lazy to do it, but I knew that my billions of hours of editing had been worth it when he came in the other day after working on what I had marked in his book and said that perhaps I should not be writing, perhaps I should be editing. Considering how long I've been working on it, it was rather nice to have positive feedback like that.
I am tired of numbers now. One more thing:
Dear Salman Rushie,
Yes, you are a flipping genius. You are a modern-day legend. You string words together like no one else on the planet, which occasionally makes my fingers itch to write in the margins and underline passages and post obscure quotations in my journal. My husband adores you, and in fact, it is at his request that I am reading The Ground Beneath Her Feet, one of your lengthy novels. There is just one teeny tiny little thing I would like to suggest to you, and that is that.. there are these things that most books have that are known as "plots". If you had stuck one of those there in this fine book, I would possibly be better able to read your fine literature without wishing to peel my eyes out with blunt objects.
Thank you,
K.
(Interestingly, I read that last paragraph aloud to the boy and it sparked an argument about.... Pulp Fiction. We are weird.)
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:56 pm (UTC)Why is it harder to write about it if people have read it?? No offence taken ever :)
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Date: 2006-03-28 05:43 pm (UTC)*He has a tendency to write in too-long sentences, just like he talks, and they ARE awkward, but most of them are gone now. And punctuation and finicky grammar rules are just not his thing. :)
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Date: 2006-03-28 09:16 pm (UTC)