Forever Young... This is Where I Leave You

On Writing:
I've had the cold from hell for the past week. Kinda plague-like in severity (with no disrespect to those with the original plague ;)
Sadly, this meant NO words were written on my current wip... no laundry was done either (which isn't too horrible - heh)... and I'm missing today's Toronto Romance Writer's meeting cause breathing is still an issue. Nobody, I'm sure, would want to sit next to mucusy me.
And the second round of waiting has begun. The SuperAgent has the revised ms and I'm drumming my fingers, tapping my toe and whistling an annoying tune while I wait to find out what she says about the 20K I added to thicken up the plot. Knowing this is the first of many many 'waits' makes me wonder if I'll have any non-gray hair left on my head before I see my name on the spine of a book in Chapters.

On Reading:
Read Jonathan Tropper's THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU. I promise, you will not be disappointed. This book is sad and funny and real and heartbreaking and uplifting and hilarious and you'll wonder how Jonathan Tropper got into your head and got your very private thoughts out. So so so good.
It's a bit like Jonathan Franzen's THE CORRECTIONS ... equally well written but more hopeful and infinitely easier to digest.

I purchased the hardcover edition of THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU, only because it's not out in paperback yet, and don't regret shelling out the bucks for a moment (and to know me is to know I'm a cheap bastard who gets books from the used book store) - so if that's not reason enought to trott and out to Chapters/B&N, I don't know what else I can say...

On Music:
Perhaps I'm feeling a bit cranky from my cold but JESUS H. MAHONEY -- why why why did they let JayZ destroy the amazingness that was Forever Young? WHY??
And how could Alphaville let him do this to their beautiful song?
When the first strains of it come on the radio I get that 1984 feeling and then BLAM, JayZ ruins it all with very lame rap. I'm disgusted. He's gone and f*cked with my college memories. :P

On TV:
Are you watching Castle yet?
And speaking of Nathan Fillion...
I'm all caught up on Firefly. This was the SF series I missed (blaming The Bermuda Years - we didn't get much in terms of channels) and it was very enjoyable. I'm sad that it was cancelled.

LOST is back on and I'm suprising myself - a DIEHARD fan - by saying I'm not all that impressed with it at the moment. It's the final season so perhaps I'm preparing myself psychologically for the large hole it's going to leave in my entertainment life,... but it's not all mind-blowy like it has been in the past.

That is all...
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With Glowing Hearts...

The Olympics is over. I feel sort of lost...
The television was on for 17 straight days, from the poignantly Canadian opening ceremonies through to the final gold medal delivered by Sidney Crosby.
Every emotional chord was hit, from frustration to elation, and I probably cried at least once per day. Yes... the Tim Horton's commercial got me every time.
And does anyone know the name of the song in the Coke commerical? The hockey-themed one with the line "... let everybody know who's game they're playing" cause it's stuck in my head.
Oh - and I finally understand the line from our national anthem "with glowing hearts". It stopped being just words and became something real.

It was such fun meeting new Twitter friends during the games! Don't think I watched one event alone :)


Back to writing!
Which I've done little of.
I'm putting the finishing polish on my novel today and will send it out to my agent (I still squee inside when I type that word). Fingers crossed that she'll know what to do with it from there.

And how fitting that the hero of the book is a hockey player.

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