Am I the only one who feels like today should be Friday? Because it totally does. Yesterday I thought it was Thursday but it turned out to only be Wednesday. I’m not sure whether I should be optimistic and be happy that I got a bonus day or sorts, or succumb to my inner Grumpy Cat and have a pity party that it’s not, in fact, Friday.
The book has been keeping my writing brain so busy and full that recently I haven’t been devoting as much time to this blog, and it’s been a while since I shared real life things that are happening to me rather than blathering on about writing or editing or books I love. So today I thought I’d give you a little look into my mind. Enter if you dare.
Thinking: About a new title for my book. A very sweet and thoughtful reader pointed out earlier in the week via Instagram that unfortunately (only for me, it’s really quite fortunate for this other author) in two weeks another young adult action/adventure is being released under the title “Seeker.” Now, books share titles all the time. It’s a thing. It happens. But usually those title-sharing books are in completely separate genres, for different age groups, etc. My book is coincidentally also a young adult (or new adult?) action/adventure, so because of the similar circumstances I will have to relinquish my beloved title. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry a little bit over this and throw myself one heck of a pity party. But that’s all right. Good Attitude Lindsay is here now and she’s really trying to take it to mean that she has good taste, since she came up with another obviously sought-after book title. Or something.
Feeling: Hungry. I ate pretzels for breakfast and do you know what? They’re not as filling as eggs or a banana with peanut butter or a space-food-esque Clif bar. We’re mostly out of groceries, but it’s raining a little and very cold outside so I can’t be bothered to go shopping.
Eating: Nothing, because of aforementioned nasty weather and consequent lack of groceries. Feel sorry for me.
Listening To: Okay so this isn’t right this moment, literally, but in general. I am LOVING Ed Sheeran these days. When that fist song of his came out, “duh duh duh duh duh Angles to fly…” (you know the one) I wasn’t really feeling it. And maybe I missed some songs in the middle, but then Don’t came out and now that one about loving you til we’re 70 and I can’t get enough. I want to physically go to the store and buy the CD, that’s how much I’m liking him. Plus Amber told me it’s really good and that I should definitely get it and basically I would do anything she told me to. Also, I finally saw Into the Woods last night and holy crap on a stick I loved it. My inner theatre nerd was delighting in the magic of Sondheim and I want the soundtrack immediately.
Reading: Golden Son by Pierce Brown. And Outlander. Again. (Sorry not sorry, when you meet James Fraser you’ll understand.) But I’m getting distracted by Outlander (which is wonderful and if you haven’t read it you should do so like five minutes ago), I wanted to talk about Golden Son. Do you do the thing where you wait forever for a new book to come out and then you read it soooooo slooooooooowwwwlyyyyyyy because you want to savor it and never want it to end? …Yeah, me either, that’s weird… No for real that’s how I feel about this book. I have like, a writer crush on his writing. It’s just so bloodydamn good (that’s book-specific cursing, I’m not just doubly inappropriate today). The writing is savage and beautiful and clipped and poetic all at the same time. I’m obsessed with it. The fact that the author is really really really ridiculously good looking doesn’t hurt, either.
Needing: To go grocery shopping. Maybe on my lunch break I’ll finally manage to force myself out into the elements.
Thankful For: The nice people in my life. My family, my friends, you guys. You’re all really just the nicest. Thank you for being so encouraging about the Book Which Shall Not Be Named and for saying nice things to me. Also, thank you in advance should any of you feel so led as to personally deliver me some breakfast.
Wishing: To be able to write like Pierce Brown. That I had a personal assistant who works for free and would go do my grocery shopping for me. To live in the world of Into the Woods. For less cold, more sunshiney weather. That literary agents would magically find this blog, fall madly in love with me and say “We don’t even care what’s in your manuscript, you’re awesome and we want to represent you. All of us. Choose which of us you want.” That tacos had no calories. For world peace. Or at least some wine.
Oh! Before I forget, I want to bake Señor Hess some treats to take to work because his job is hard and treats make everything better. I’ve done those blondie brownies from a couple weeks ago and some chocolate chip cookies, but I need new (EASY) recipes. Do you have some favorite go-to baked goods? Sharing is caring, friends. Gimme dose treat recipes.
—The Wife in Training