I like revising. Does this make me some mutant life form?*

*I’m an actor. I’m already a mutant life form.

My unscientific study shows that Macs outnumber PCs about 3 to 1 in my favorite coffee place. This would explain why the owners can afford the coffee here. Or not.

So it seems lots of agents and editors HATE* italics. And I believe they have a point. So I’m combing my current (way too many) projects to see where I can straighten out the little buggers. But I’m doing it while listening to the Pentatonix, so it’s an almost pleasant experience.**

*They also hate all caps.

**Slight over statement. It is not an onerous*** experience.

***At least that isn’t in all caps and italics.

This is a bate and switch title if ever I used one* My mechanic says I don’t need new ones. I’m going to celebrate by getting an extra order of cookies while I write.

*Actually, it’s the first time I ever used one.

We had an incredible show at a corporate event tonight despite a 1 hour delay.* We stayed fresh and energetic, and I would say, for the record, engineers laugh a lot and like pretend Russian operas.

*The salad must have been laid out on the plates one leaf at a time. It took the restaurant 50 minutes to put it in front of the half-starved guests.

And I’ve reached the point where I can’t go much further in my novel without a trip to Charlottesville to visit a winery, an all night Harris Teeter and an expensive restaurant. Then I will be forced to go to Brooklyn so I can walk around Cobble Hill and visit a moderately priced restaurant and bookstore in Williamsburg. Tough being a writer.*

I’m actually going to do all this. It’s expensive being a writer.**

*The above is a classic example of irony. You’re welcome.

**Not irony

The two young women at the table next to me have been having a loud conversation that is filled with words that begin with macro or micro, and end with ology. They have been having this conversation for 90 minutes. It is periodically punctuated by “I should really go” and similar phrases. It would be rude to agree with them, but I have to get this damn song parody written, so I can’t simply stick the headphones on and listen to Pentatonix songs.

If either of them uses the word “Validates” again, I can’t be responsible for what I may do.

You know you’re spending too much time writing in your favorite coffeehouse when they ask you to be the one to test a new cookie flavor to see if they should carry it.*

*Actually, there is no such thing as “too much time writing in your favorite coffeehouse.” There is only such a thing as “Oh, no. It’s 6:30 and I never defrosted anything for dinner.”

As anyone who reads this blog on a daily basis* knows, I spend several hours each day writing at my favorite coffee place. Because I’m saving all my imagination for my writing, I get the same thing every day. That same thing includes cookies whenever possible. When I came in today, the owner asked me to be the official taster for a new variety of cookie. It included white chocolate and coconut. What could be bad about that?** Based on my approval they’ll be carrying it. You’re welcome.

 

* Hi, Mom

**Unless you’re allergic to coconut. Consider yourself forewarned.

You’re probably wondering why I haven’t posted for awhile. It’s because I’ve been deeply immersed in “revising and resubmitting” and working on a new novel and haven’t had time. Also I forgot to post. Happens.