Random Thursday afternoon notes:
- Loving the whole Twitter thing. It’s like flashblogging. Now I just need to get everyone I know on Twitter, so I can keep tabs on my social circle that way.
- Speaking of social circles: my email address book, Facebook friends list, and Google Reader blogroll all have at least doubled in size since Viable Paradise. You know that guy or girl who’s been your best friend since high school, the one you kept in touch with despite the fact that you live hundreds or thousands of miles apart? My VP pals are all like that to me now.
- On the subject of writing: science fiction is a lot of fun to write, because you get to play with spaceships and blow shit up. The last two novels I finished were both general (mainstream) fiction, and I can safely say that I’ve blown up more shit halfway through the current novel than I did in the last two novels combined.
- I’m in the mid-novel slump right now, which is what happens when the excitement of starting something new has worn off, and the excitement of being almost finished hasn’t kicked in yet, and it’s all just banging on rocks with a sledgehammer, day after day. (This is also known as the “OMG I’m a hack and this novel is a steaming pile of shit” phase.) It does, however, build mental muscle.
- Food–we have an all-star dinner lineup this weekend. There’ll be Robin’s killer Chicken Tikka Marsala tonight, which is the bestest chicken dish evar, and then lobster bisque on Saturday night. (Saturday will also be my birthday, so there will be some imbibing of high-octane alcoholic beverages going on. Not that this is markedly different from any other Saturday night here at the Munchkin Wranch.)
- Whoever came up with the “Terrible Twos” thing is completely full of shit, because Quinn’s Twos were a cakewalk compared to his Threes. But hey, we’re almost out of the rough, I think…he’ll be four in February, and then Lyra gets her shot at being a raging butthead for an entire year. Parenting–it’s not just a job, it’s secure employment for the people at your local liquor store.
- Hooray for wood stoves. It’s about eighty degrees in both living rooms, and the Irving propane truck didn’t even bother unreeling the hose this morning, because our propane tank is still nearly full. We have six cords of dry, split wood stashed in the shed and the garage, which should carry us neatly through most of the upcoming winter.
- The last three times I tried to call my brother in Germany, I got to talk to my sister-in-law, because he was out either chugging beer with his pals at some local Oktoberfest, or chugging beer with his pals at some out-of-town fussball match. (He travels with the team to away games on a regular basis.) They have three kids to our two, and I’m at home changing diapers and reading “Thomas and the Big, Big Bridge” all week. Something does not compute here.
Well, enough cat vacuuming for now…back to the grindstone. Gotta make the most of the lunch break before the kids get up. Ah, the carefree life of the stay-at-home parent…