While Archie’s out there acting like there’s nothing to do (and there’s not. not really. He’s a DOG), I thought I’d record what’s happening here in the bloglily house at 2:58 p.m. today.
First, though, I thought I’d mention that I have, in fact, been reading. A book called The Information Officer. It’s set in Malta during WW2. Pretty good. Every once in a while you get a couple of pages written from the point of view of the murderer, who’s very creepy. I don’t think I’ve seen that ever.
Speaking of narrators, the novel I’m writing has a first person narrator so I’ve been thinking of who’s written a book that has a worthwhile (as opposed to creepy or, worse, boring) narrator. Which means I read some of Huck Finn. I love this, from the last paragraph of Huck Finn: “there ain’t nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I’d knowed what a trouble it was to make a book I wouldn’t a tackled it and ain’t agoing to no more.”
Me, I’ve got to tackle it. It’s too late to do anything else. I’ve written 30,000 words or so and there’s no going back. This is all part of my goal this year which is to earn some money from writing, and I’ve got to SELL SOMETHING to do that. Stay tuned. My agent is going to be sending me some notes one of these days (like soon, he says), and I’m going to make every change he wants (even sooner, I say), and then …. hold your breath here …. maybe he will SELL IT!
And at 2:58 I was listening to Shakira who is, in addition to being an ambassador of good will around the globe, wakes up 2:58 like nothing else. Particularly, after Matt Nathanson who is so sad, so very, very sad.
Let’s see. In addition to dogs, literature and music, we also have ART in the bloglily household. Okay, not exactly art. Decorative art. (Isn’t that what they call rugs?) So, my current big project involves making our house look relatively normal, a place where we can actually be comfortable, which, I will admit, we often have not been. Presently, I am tackling the room formerly known as the-storage-closet-where-mom-and-dad sleep, a room I have now taken to calling “my bedroom.” We have lived in this house for almost 15 years and I finally put curtains up. Also, I ordered a rug. And it came today. And it is going in my bedroom. Yup. The same place where the stuff on a stick lives.
It’s now 3:16. The river that is life continues to flow. Only Archie knows how to stop it, because he lives in the timeless place where all dogs live on sunny days.