Everything’s going well. It’s just that I spend every waking moment either typing or doing the basics of keeping the household running. Will post soon about the convention and all the GREAT stuff I learned or figured out. Perhaps this latest book is evidence that I’ve had a breakthrough or epiphany as to how to cut down on word count without losing voice. Monday morning, BAD HEIR DAY goes out.
I’m already editing down NICE WORK so it can go to the agent along with CAMILLE’S TRAVELS.
Mama (Jodie) has a lung infection and asks that anyone who’s so inclined please pray and/or light candles (or whatever) on her behalf, so that she gets well and that her COPD recedes again. If you get “down” in that disease and don’t get better, you have to carry an oxygen tank on your back; that idea panics her, and she and the doctor believe that she’s not at that point. Still, she’s been worried for a couple of weeks. I think she’s already better. She’s on prednisone, large doses, and is meaner than two pit bulls rasslin’ in a pillowcase. But anyhow, that’s what happens. You take six pills of cortisone, and the pituitary feedback system says to the adrenal glands, “What the #*&$ is this? We’re out of balance. There should be equal amounts of adrenaline and cortisone.” And the glands reply, “That’s not ours. We didn’t put it out. But here, have a rush, on us.” So you have panic attacks on the first day or two until the system adjusts to the idea. She took Valium to stop the freakout and was therefore simultaneously panicked and too weak to run through the house screaming (and would have been too short of breath to do it anyhow.) Ack! It’s sort of mostly because she smoked, so it’s tough not to be somewhat angry at her for helping this disease take root . . but on the other hand every cool cat smoked back then, and of course she had to be cool.
Unlike me. I like being the freak. Le freak, c’est chic! Laughing at the cool crowd because only a couple of them are naturals. The rest of them are desperately paddling underneath (like ducks) and totally insecure. Poor things!
What am I doing NOT TYPING on a book? Back to the QWERTY mines!