Month: December 2015

Lovely day with Paul and Katie and Alex yesterday – Dax was home but didn’t interact with us much.  Hope he enjoys Black Sails, I dropped it off with Katie. Got the Kaossilator back – he quite enjoyed borrowing it.

Alex is beautiful, and although it sounds kind of creepy, I kept throwing my dress over his head to see what he’d do, and he’d stand perfectly still and make cooing noises, which was adorable.  He yells da da da when chasing after his dad, refers to the boob as babab which is hilarious, and in general seems to be a happy lad when his mum is in arm’s reach.

I didn’t write much, but today is another day !

 

Supper with Mike last night.

Baby Alex and Katie and Paul (we all hope) today at noon.

I’m looking forward to it.

I’m going to write a little bit more.

Cleaned out the fridge, took out the compost, ran a load of laundry, and abruptly made word count. Oh well.

No Alex. frown face. Tuesday, apparently.

Off to do a grocery shop this morning.

This is stupid.  I’m going to quit trying to write at all between now and Christmas.  I don’t know if it’s the weather, my mood or what the hell, but I’m just going to stop trying and do other stuff instead.

Hopefully Alex is coming today, we’ll see. Katie too, of course.

Saw Bad Santa yesterday and loved it. Looked it up on IMDB and there’s going to be a Bad Santa 2 Christmas 2016.

 

I have poured myself two big brown cups of motivation, but it’s like something’s rattling loose in my brain.

Got two walks in yesterday.  It was gloriously sunny.

Check ben ça. I was researching Michel’s swearing, which I have kept to a dull roar because speech in dialect is RACIST.  (Deep elitist sigh.)  I understand that my extremely clunky tribute to the French accent of my formative years is not going to look good, but it’s all part of the extremely not hidden commentary on colonialism which forms the sticky underside of the novels.  The surface being all about surfaces, of course.  The middle is a topologically improbable tangle of matter and intelligence and bad jokes and sentimentality.

That’s the new count.

I’ve been for a walk, had a cup of coffee, and I’m about as motivated as a dead stick.

wrapup WarPup?  eh

 

Checkmate theme.

The history of So Round So Firm So Fully Packed.  1945. Lucky Strikes ad.  1947.  Merle Travis Hymns his Girlfriend’s Ass using that line.  Then other people do.  Then it ends up in a Warner Brother’s Cartoon.  Then it ends up in Elfquest.  God knows where it is now.

Nardwuar the Human Serviette had a stroke.  He is recovering in hospital here in Vancouver.

THERE WILL BE A NEW TINTIN MOVIE in 2016.  Jamie Bell and Andy Serkis are rumoured to be involved again, and Peter Jackson’s directing.

Harrison Ford being interviewed

I: So you wanted Han Solo to be killed off?

HF: Yeah

I: How did you want him to die?

Long pause, eyeroll.

HF: … Food poisoning.

Editor comment: Because that’s such a … dignified way to go to your reward. And at the very last, with his strength almost gone, he can flip a coin to the caregiver and mutter, sorry about the mess.

It’s a Dalek going like this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Are you good at giving directions?  I am.  It’s all about word order.

And he may walk, the callous asshole.

word count 13832 – but I was editing instead of writing and that’s wut happens….

 

Sheesh.  I’m never going to make my April 1 deadline for the last manuscript at this rate.  However, it’s progress and I’ll take it.

 

Wow, you hardly have to change the lyrics at all to the Spike Jones song. (The Donald Duck cartoon featuring the song is still pretty funny and there are additional lyrics.)

When der Trumpman says we is de master race
We heil heil right in der Trumpman’s face
Not to love der Trumpman is a great disgrace
So we heil heil right in der Trumpman’s face

When Herr Limbaugh says we own the world and space
We heil heil right in Herr Limbaugh’s face
When Herr Christie says they’ll never bomb this place
We heil heil right in Herr Christie’s face
Are we not he supermen Aryan pure supermen
Ja we are the supermen (super duper supermen)
Is this Not-See land so good
Would you leave it if you could
Ja this Not-See land is good
We would leave it if we could
We bring the world new order
Heil Trumpman world to order
Everyone of foreign race
Will love der Trumpman’s face
When we bring to the world disorder

A slow start but a start nevertheless.

Today a quick hop to get biscotti ingredaments and then some xmas baking and then a family meal at Planet Bachelor.

Everybody have a great day!

 

 

So now I pause until Monday.  Getting the edits done was challenging for all concerned and I celebrated a leedle too hard last night with Mike so I’m having a very super relaxed and undemanding day today.

Tomorrow if I have the energy I’ll try to deal with some household stuff. And then back to writing!

 

That’s likely when I’m going home.

 

ONLY 70 MORE PAGES of edits, mOm has been doing HEROine service.  Then I get to do the single scariest thing I will do all year – give it to my brother to read. Jeff is an excellent writer and prides himself on his editing skills so I’m kinda nervous.  I also know that he’s not my target readership, so hopefully I won’t be destroyed by his (likely very low key) critique.

Who should read my books? Good question.  I know who I’m trying to piss off, if that helps: MRA’s, Quiverfull types, racists, sexists, homophobes, transphobes and anybody who has anything to do with the governance and policing of the lower Mainland.

Saw my editor yesterday.  We always have such a panic when we get together. She showed me what my last payment bought her… I approve!  Plus, there were cats and there was Darjeeling and that sign in her bathroom I keep forgetting to take a picture of HIPPIES GO AROUND BACK no exceptions. Okay I got it wrong.

Sure.