Reconnecting
I finished my book yesterday. You should really feel sorry for poor Dada, who had to listen to me saying "I think I'll finish it tonight!" for about 3 weeks straight. This experience taught me a valuable lesson, one that I will be likely to apply to all future writing endeavors: If it took 6 weeks to write a 1500 word book before, it will take longer than that to write an 8500 word book.
I thought the book would be behind me for a bit, but the manuscript was far more lengthy than it should have been. My editor already read through it and she said she enjoyed it (!) but wants me to AHEM cut back a bit on the verbal diarrhea. You wouldn't think *I* would have a problem with that, would you? And then as soon as that's done, I'm writing a third (shorter!) book whose deadline is already fast approaching. This writing business is fun, but it certainly keeps one's keyboard oiled and shiny. If I'm going to keep doing this, I should just start direct-depositing Dada's paycheck at my friendly neighborhood Starbucks.
In the meantime, the fellers are almost all better. A new cough just surfaced in Isaac a few nights ago, but I am combatting it with an awesome new tool -- this Thomas the Tank Engine humidifier I bought from drugstore.com. Luckily it appears that he is NOT getting his father's pneumonia, as his cough is fading fast. The Jakester is sporting three huge new teeth, with which he suffered dearly. I didn't think I remembered Isaac having quite so difficult of a time teething through his molars, but then I looked at Jacob's actual teeth. The poor fellow was so unfortunate to get his mother's gigantic horse-teeth, as well as the tricksy-shaped nose that deflects the light from a camera flash in abnormal ways. At least one stranger a day informs me that he is my spitting image, to which I say he could not possibly be because he makes my nose look cute.
Other than that, everyone is doing quite well. Isaac got a shorty-short big-boy haircut and looks like he's five. Jacob is so huge and is walking around so well he looks like he's two. And now that Jacob is getting around easily by himself and trying to talk up a storm, he and Isaac spend hilarious amounts of time entertaining each other. We went out for Bob Evans tonight to celebrate payday, and the entire trip home Dada and I were treated to a raspberry war emanating from the backseat...
Isaac: ppblft.
Jacob: PBLSDFTT!
Isaac: Hee hee! PGLBLBSDITTJTJFISdFRFT!
Jacob: Heh heh heh! PPPPPPPPPBLFLT!
Never did I think spitting would sound so precious. You people with girls...do you have this much fun? Little boy armies forever!
I thought the book would be behind me for a bit, but the manuscript was far more lengthy than it should have been. My editor already read through it and she said she enjoyed it (!) but wants me to AHEM cut back a bit on the verbal diarrhea. You wouldn't think *I* would have a problem with that, would you? And then as soon as that's done, I'm writing a third (shorter!) book whose deadline is already fast approaching. This writing business is fun, but it certainly keeps one's keyboard oiled and shiny. If I'm going to keep doing this, I should just start direct-depositing Dada's paycheck at my friendly neighborhood Starbucks.
In the meantime, the fellers are almost all better. A new cough just surfaced in Isaac a few nights ago, but I am combatting it with an awesome new tool -- this Thomas the Tank Engine humidifier I bought from drugstore.com. Luckily it appears that he is NOT getting his father's pneumonia, as his cough is fading fast. The Jakester is sporting three huge new teeth, with which he suffered dearly. I didn't think I remembered Isaac having quite so difficult of a time teething through his molars, but then I looked at Jacob's actual teeth. The poor fellow was so unfortunate to get his mother's gigantic horse-teeth, as well as the tricksy-shaped nose that deflects the light from a camera flash in abnormal ways. At least one stranger a day informs me that he is my spitting image, to which I say he could not possibly be because he makes my nose look cute.
Other than that, everyone is doing quite well. Isaac got a shorty-short big-boy haircut and looks like he's five. Jacob is so huge and is walking around so well he looks like he's two. And now that Jacob is getting around easily by himself and trying to talk up a storm, he and Isaac spend hilarious amounts of time entertaining each other. We went out for Bob Evans tonight to celebrate payday, and the entire trip home Dada and I were treated to a raspberry war emanating from the backseat...
Isaac: ppblft.
Jacob: PBLSDFTT!
Isaac: Hee hee! PGLBLBSDITTJTJFISdFRFT!
Jacob: Heh heh heh! PPPPPPPPPBLFLT!
Never did I think spitting would sound so precious. You people with girls...do you have this much fun? Little boy armies forever!
posted by Claire at 11:31 PM
4 Comments:
Boys rock man!
Oh, and how do we get a peek at these fab books you are writing?
Jane -- the books won't be out for awhile. As far as I know, the first one isn't even in press just yet. I'll say something on the blog when they do make it out, don't worry!
I wanted to see Isaac's haircut! Yay for little boys army!! Next up - armpit farts and noogies?! Woohoo!
We don't have spitting boys, but the girly giggles are enough to melt your heart!
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