I am in the process of purging myself of a pesky habit. I wouldn't even call it a bad habit necessarily, but a bit like a bad habit, giving it too much space in my life eats up time and energy better spent someplace else. Habits like that are like little mice in a granary. The whole harvest may not be ruined or lost but those pesky things nibble at the good and poop where you don't want them to.
It's not a big deal. I've done this with little peccadilloes before (I love that word by the way - it makes me think of little sins anthropomorphized to resemble a cross between a woodpecker and an armadillo - yes I am weird). In a month, it won't be a thought. But it's that annoying time between now and the end of the month's waiting, when it's still a thing, when it's still pecking at you - bah! It makes me want to wish the time away to the end of that month.
Which is stupid really. There'd be a lot of awesome I'd miss in that month like:
-playing with the kids
-quality time with the hubby
-a cool day trip into Jersey to a Japanese marketplace with an old friend
-a cool weekend trip to New York where I'll meet a new friend
- books to read (I am loving Stardust!)
-tea ceremony class
Alas, there is nothing for it but to take the slow path. The month will come and go faster than I expected, with fun experiences to fill it up and the absence of a mutant woodpecker-armadillo to celebrate.
1.) I'm an unrepentant food snob. It's actually a fabulous way to keep charge of my health. I only blow my calories on stuff I really like. As Anton Ego said in Ratatouille, "If I don't love it, I don't swallow."
2.) That may be the most unintentionally dirty line in a Pixar movie ever.
3.) I am the shortest person at my office.
4.) I actually don't mind snow days too much - unless my house loses power!
5.) I adore Indian food.
6.) Even though Valentine's Day was a snow day with the kids, the hubby made sure to grab some Indian food to eat in once the roads were clear.
7.) The first Valentine's Day I spent with the hubby we watched Army of Darkness.
8.) Though our Valentine's evening was delayed, we continued the tradition by watching an episode of Dexter on our date night.
9.) Although the hubby and I are different religions, we agreed about the way our children should be brought up - as geeks.
10.) Dr. Who is family TV at our place, along with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
11.) My daughter returned the favor by introducing me to My Little Pony. As much as I wanted to avoid that show, I ended up liking it.
I am also going to stick with just 3 blogs to nominate for this award:
“It isn’t fair, Xander!” Emma said, stamping her Mary Jane
clad foot. “You always get to go first!” Several nonpareils skittered off the counter to join the larger mess of candy on the floor. One of the few unbroken fluorescent lights in the store flickered and died, which would have made it difficult for the average person to navigate around the shambles. Emma scowled at the light, as if it too was part of a larger conspiracy to make sure she was last, but easily made her way to stand beside her brother without so much as a stumble.
Xander looked at his little sister smugly. “It’s very fair. You didn’t get up
right away when I knocked so I went hunting alone. I caught it and I get to go
first. You’re lucky I came back to get you. What if it had gotten away?”
Emma crossed her arms over her polka dotted dress and
pouted. “I hate you,” she hissed.
The teenage boy circled the bound and gagged man struggling on the floor. He
nudged the man with the toe of his designer sneaker. “Aw c’mon, look at him Em.
He’s bigger than the last one. Plenty for us both.”
“If you waited for me I could have gotten a bigger one,
maybe even two or three!” A sly look crossed her face. “I know where some big
ones are and I know how to catch them,” she said in a sing song voice. Emma picked
up a sprinkle covered candy apple. She started picking off the sprinkles,
tossing them at the man one by one as she circled him. “I’m still going to be hungry right after
we’re done here.”
“Oh alright,” Xander said, looking at the man appraisingly. “If
you're still hungry, we’ll go after the ones you were talking about right after we get done here. You can even
lead the hunt. Happy now?”
Emma tossed the apple at the man’s head, clapped her hands
and ran over to hug Xander.
“Get off,” he snapped. “God, do you have to do
that all the time? You’re such a baby.”
She giggled, pleased that the hug irritated him. Xander
dusted himself off and ran his hands through his blonde hair as if to remove
some dirt that had gotten on him.
“Can you take out his gag,” she asked, still giggling. “I
like to hear the screams.”
“Do it yourself brat.”
Emma stuck her tongue out at Xander and removed the gag. Immediately the man
began to plead. “Let me go kid. Please. All that stuff I said before. I was
just kidding. I wasn’t going to hurt you. We were going to have fun. We could
still have fun, all of us together.”
“Emma, cover your ears,” Xander said.
Emma recognized the face
he made meant business and covered her ears right away.
Xander started kicking the man. “Don’t - you –
ever- talk like that around my sister! She’s still innocent you fucking
asshole!” He grabbed one of the few unbroken glass bins filled with gumballs and smashed it
over the man’s head.
Emma uncovered her ears, looked at the dead man and then looked over at Xander.
“You said swear words!”
“You were supposed to have your ears covered. And who are
you going to tell? Mom? She taught me how to swear.”
Emma looked at the pulpy mess. “He’s not going to scream anymore. It’s not fair.”
Xander shrugged, then smiled for the first time that
evening, long incisors gleaming. “There’s still plenty to eat. And maybe the next ones will scream a lot.”
“You always cheer me up. I love you Xander.”
“Geez Em, make up your mind. You said you hated me a few minutes ago. C’mon.
Dinner’s getting cold.”
“You mean appetizer,” Emma said happily, revealing her own set of fangs. She picked up a bright yellow gumball, swirling it in the remains of the man’s head and popped it in her
mouth. “You have to try one like this – it’s so good!”
“You are just too weird Em. Can’t you do anything normal?” Xander said before biting down on the man’s neck.
“You’re too scared to try anything new. I’m going to save
more of these to dip in tonight’s dinner,” Emma said, grabbing a handful of gumballs and stuffing them in her pocket.
I made a simple but fascinating observation about the writing process. I'm moving at a decent clip and being fairly consistent with writing - well, except when I wasn't. Sick family members and snow days are a legitimate excuse I suppose. But I had gotten so good at squeezing my minimum in, that I knew it was just that - an excuse. I know it's because I felt a bit stuck as to where my characters were going, how to get them from point A to point B, and how to do it without it taking forever.
"That's it!" I thought. "I suck as a writer. I don't know if I can manage a full novel. Short stories, sure, but who am I kidding?"
And then while returning from ferrying my newly recuperated offspring someplace or replenishing my pantry (I forget which), something hit me. I knew exactly how I wanted to word things, exactly where the characters were going. I couldn't promise less wordy, but I had an idea. I was so wrapped up in it, I took the wrong exit driving home which irked me because it meant I couldn't get to my laptop as fast as I would like.
I still do think short stories are most likely my thing, but I've grown fond of the challenge of novel writing, in a masochistic sort of way. One might say my relationship to writing goes a little something like this...