Bright & Dark

Happy New Year’s Eve Eve. It’s been exactly a month since I last posted, and that’s too long. December has been a whirlwind of day job (office hours ’til 3 AM, oh boy), holiday shopping, holiday baking, and writing. I’m *this close* to writing THE END on the novel I started in July, after which there will be more whirlwind of getting it to my Trusted First Reader (TM) and then out to workshop for the February novel workshop on the Oregon coast. The story has launched its typical light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel takeoff. I’m having to force myself to write only scenes at this point, and to focus, and not to rush toward the ending. Not to mention that my morning sitting meditation today found itself interrupted by potential upcoming plot points. I can live with that, and breathe with it to.

Breathe in . . . breathe out . . . BUT WHAT IF X HAPPENS? . . . Breathe in . . . breathe out . . . THEN Y!?!

and so on.

I’ve had a lovely Yule season, and I hope you have, too. There have been some amazing gifts of the material kind and more valuable ones of the not-so-material kind. I am reminded to be grateful for all the people in my life, and for all the love. And also for movies that knock my socks off. I’m not so enterprising (nor do I have so much time; see above re: *almost* end, and the need to actually write it) as to attempt a 2009 gratitude list at this point. And I’ve occasionally written these sorts of lists at other times of the year. So to prevent a case of supreme redundancy and time eating, here’s today’s top eleven list.

1. The people in my life who I happen to know. I love you. You know who you are.

2. The people in my life who I have yet to meet. Same goes.

3. This morning’s walk in the cold rain with the Doggie Ranger, replete with morning prayers and connectedness.

4. An awesome wiki article on Kabbalah that I actually had time to read.

5. Avatar. Still heavily on my mind since I saw it on Sunday morning. I’m going to have to catch it again, this time preferably at the IMAX which will NOT be sold out the next time I want to go.

6. Tea. Preferably Barry’s Irish, Gold Blend.

7. Blueberries, fresh and huge and bursting with juicy flavor.

8. Surprises.

9. Calvin and Hobbes.

10. Plenty of time to write.

11. That I get to take my lunch hour at 9:15 tomorrow morning to go to Nia. There will be dancing! And Queen Latifah!

Best wishes, everyone.

There’s been radio silence around here for the last couple of weeks — busy, busy with life. A round of updatery is in order.

Mmmm, mmmm, good.

A couple of days after the U2 concert, we had the annual Bosses Day bake-a-thon. My rowmate at work and I treated our attorneys and legal assistants to a smorgasbord of breakfast tacos with homemade salsa, peanut butter cookies, banana bread with chocolate chips and crystallized ginger, and more.

I had fun baking the bread even with my entire lack of sleep. For the curious, the recipe is here. The ginger really gives the bread some wow factor.

There has also been a spur-of-the-moment trip to the store for pumpkin makings, because the season downright demands it. So Sunday night I baked pumpkin custard (aka, pie filling sans crust — didn’t want to deal with the gluten-free crust on a Sunday night). Between that and the cold front that has swept in, it feels like fall around here.

Write On!

Slow and steady wins the race. Or at least it will.

This book looks to be the longest I’ve had the pleasure of writing, which is not to say that it’s ungodly long, just that my novels usually top out at about 350 pages and this one looks like it will go around 450. It’s a bigger book — big world, big worldbuilding, high concept, dual-moving-into-triple POV. It’s still a blast to write and I’m still writing it one 800-1,500 word scene at a time, focusing on the emotion. I can’t wait to see how it comes out.

Meanwhile, it’s fascinating to me that any intention on my part to power through large sections of this book just ain’t working. I can’t pull several hours on a Saturday or Sunday at this point. I don’t know whether it’s me rebelling because I want to be sure to have a life or whether it’s the book rebelling because the story definitely wants to told at its own pace. Either way, as long as there’s steady progress, that’s all right.

Hey — are you gonna read that?

Just finished up my friend Christy Evans’s debut cozy mystery, Sink Trap. So much fun! I can’t wait to read the next one when it’s released. I need to see what Georgiana Neverall has up her plumber apprentice’s sleeve.

Since life’s too short not to have a good story to dive into, I’ve started Stieg Larsson’s The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Very interesting so far. It hasn’t moved as quickly as I would normally like, but something about it holds me and it’s getting a might more interesting. Looking forward to seeing what’s in store.

How many miles can a writer run?

Still not many as it turns out. I’m getting some treadmill and/or Nia time in every day and not only do I look better, I feel like a million bucks. A well-oiled machine, even. That’s pretty cool.

The Weight Watchering is going very well, too. Down 11 pounds so far since I’ve started. This is a huge milestone for me on account of how I’ve tried and tried to make this happen and haven’t hit on the right formula — physical, mental, etc. — until now. So, down 11. Only 20 more pounds or so to go with an interim goal of 11 more because a girl’s got to have manageable goals, doesn’t she?

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There’s more, but that’s enough for now. I’ve got lots to do around here, a bunch of writing, a phone call with a friend later, and after that I’ll settle in for my weekly episode of Sons of Anarchy. Who’d'a thunk I’d fall so hard for that one?

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Today is day 5 of the early a.m. workout regimen — an hour of Nia on Monday and every other morning except Thursday (on account of a late-running Wednesday night meeting), 30 minutes of heavy cardio. I’m hoping to incorporate some lifting into the mix and some formal stretching (yoga) in the next couple of weeks.

I’m doing this because, although I’ve lost quite a bit of weight over the last few years, there’s still some more to go, and because of the way my body works there’s very little chance of dropping more weight without a lot of exercise. (All hail the metabolism!) Plus, there’s the thorny issue of when that’s going to happen.

By the time I get home at night after running errands, walking the Doggie Ranger, fix dinner, and take care of whatever chores need taking care of, there’s not a lot of time left. Mostly what I want to do is read a book or watch a DVD, or sometimes noodle around on the harp. Anyway, the key word in that equation is RELAX. So working out gets the short shrift every time. This way, I make sure I get it in. And it makes a heckuva lot of difference in my day, what with all the sitting I do while legal secretary-ing.

I’m gradually getting more used to this crack-of-dawn schedule and I’m liking it, even it it means I’m in bed no later than 10:30 and the alarm goes off a 5 AM every day and that I can’t just putz around the house with a mug of tea or stare at Angel re-runs on TNT. There’s not only the cardio to do; there’s also a sit because meditation is my daily grounding, not to mention some pages to write.

Some days its faster writing and others slower, but I usually can manage 500-1000 words in the hour I’ve got for that. I left our small for his age 13-year-old hero this morning in a muttered war of words with his much larger (if not older) traveling campanion. (Whale. Shrimp. Am not. Are, too.)

Anyhow, page 142 of the novel and counting. Happily this weekend I don’t have a ton going on, so there can be extra writing time.

The Barnes & Noble big box (thanks to the $100 of gift card money I found in my bookcase) is here. It includes my very own copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking (I, like everyone else of late, blame Julie & Julia). Also the first in the Sookie Stackhouse series (because I’m behind the rest of the world), Just Listen, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Fragile Eternity, and The Demon’s Lexicon. These are in line behind God is a Verb and Coyote Blue. Plenty reading, me. Oh, and cooking, too!