On Time

My youngest, aka Sweetness, turned six years old a few weeks ago and I've been dwelling on the fleetingness of time. Seems like only moments ago I was holding a newborn in my arms and now I've got a little man who reads big-boy books, can kick my butt in Mario Cart and can hold fairly intelligent conversations with his ten year old brother. He begins Grade One in the fall and though I'm excited for him, I'm suffering a savage case of The Nostalgias.

But I can't blame it all on him. My big sister celebrates her 50th birthday in a few weeks. For the record, I am waaaaay younger and it's my great pleasure to remind her of this on every occassion :)
A week later, my mom turns 90. NINETY!! And her age hasn't deterred her. She's still spry, still driving and doing her own housework and still the smartest lady I know.
And yesterday, my neice Kaitlyn, who spent ages four through five dressed in her Maid Marion Halloween costume which I swear was only a few years ago -- graduated university with a degree in political science.

Remember how summer holidays felt so loooong when you were a kid, and now, as an adult, it's a blip? Sweetness finishes Kindergarden on June 11th. He can't wait. Meanwhile, I'm panicking about losing my writing time for three months and fretting over the low word count on my current work in progress.

Scary business, this time thing...how in some cases it feels fleeting --like between blogposts --and in others, painfully and agonizingly slow --like during childbirth. Or when you're waiting for an email from your agent on the status of your book as it makes its rounds through the NY publishing houses :)

Since we both know it will be awhile until my next blogpost, I leave you with fond summer-time smoochies
xoxoxoxoxoxo

Wylie's Entertainment Round Up

Shame on me.
Can't believe I haven't blogged in over a month. Closer to two, actually.
Can I use that old fallback excuse... I was busy? Yeah, aren't we all.

On Writing:
After a fabulous writing-free March Break, I went on an equally fabulous writer's retreat with a few of the Toronto Romance Writer peeps. A blast was had by all. And some writing got done! Yay us.
I managed to finish revising ye old manuscript sometime in April.
What a job that was! Took the book apart like a giant puzzle and had the damnest time putting it together again. *queue violins*
The agent liked. *queue angels*
Game On is currently being shopped in NY. *queue prayer circles*

On Reading:
Loretta Chase's Lord of Scoundrels (thanks for the recommend Kimber Chin!) was awesomeness.
Then tackled Dan Chaon's Await Your Reply - excellent in a creepy sort of way. Outstanding writing, fascinating topic (identity theft), disturbing yet likable characters. Highly recommend.
In the middle of Malcolm Gladwell's What the Dog Saw - interesting. I've new respect for that Popeil character I see at 2am slogging his wares.
My fellow TRW author, Juliana Stone's His Darkest Hunger - a panther shifter story, first of a series. Both entertaining and hot :)

On T.V.:
GLEE - SQUEE!!! need I say more?
LOST - Half of me is looking forward to saying goodbye to this colossal mind-f*ck, the other half is having an anxiety attack at the thought of it being over forever.

On Movies (two rentals, two in-theatre):
Up in the Air - a must watch. If only for the incredible acting. It's an actor's movie. And a thinking movie. And a life movie.
Men Who Stare at Goats - interesting. quirky. entertaining. and possibly true? which makes it a wee bit scary.
Clash of the Titans - I was expecting greatness. I found okayness. Goodness, even, but not greatness.
Furry Vengeance - only if you have kids. It's cute. But my forever-crush on George of the Jungle is firmly OVER.