Terms of interment
There are myriad reasons why I haven't sat down to write in 10 days. Mostly I've spent a lot time navigating by snorkel, buried by the vast and sundry. Buried by work, natch. But also buried by Stephen Colbert, who appeared as Stephen Colbert (instead of Stephen Colbert) at a book signing. Buried by Michael Chabon's book, by R.E.M.'s new live DVD. By autumn leaves that have finally started to fall. By little legs who want to ride the daddyhorse, and by slightly bigger legs who fear being replaced by the little legs and therefore treat Daddy's back as the Mountain of Filial Supremacy.
Especially buried by those pesky baseball playoff games, which beat the crap out of my sleep schedule and after Sunday's win left me hoarse, beer-soaked, and delirious.
So I was buried. But as I thought when I woke up Monday morning and wiped the ginger ale and ketchup off my glasses, it was a good kind of buried.
The good news is I'm rested, I'm relaxed, and I'm rarin' to blop. Who's with me? Can a fella get a what-what?
what, WHAT...
Posted by: Chookooloonks | October 30, 2007 at 16:32
Are we talking NaNoBlopMo or whatever it is called? I'm seriously considering it since I failed at NaNoWriMo a few years ago. I'm sure I can come up with something every day. Count me in!
Posted by: 21stCenturyMom | October 30, 2007 at 17:05
I'm with you on the Sox win. Yeah! I actually conked out at 11 pm during Game 4, after staying up to watch the ends of Games 1, 2, and 3. I was sad that I missed the end, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open.
Posted by: ALG | October 30, 2007 at 17:45
What-what, LOD. You are hereby asked to kick Nablopomo butt again this year.
Posted by: Losing True | October 30, 2007 at 19:24
What-what, LOD. You are hereby asked to kick Nablopomo butt again this year.
Posted by: Losing True | October 30, 2007 at 19:24
I just stumbled over here. Glad you're rested and relaxed. Also, my husband totally says what-what all the time, so that last line, especially, made me smile.
Posted by: She Likes Purple | October 30, 2007 at 22:11
Oh yeah baby. what WHAT, what are we thinking?
Posted by: Jenny | October 30, 2007 at 22:22
BLOP ON!
(I'm in denial, by the way. I joined a while back and just now realized the madness starts tomorrow. Here we go!)
Posted by: Blythe | October 31, 2007 at 04:03
what-what!
(and just as an aside, related to the big event in the 8th... there's speculation that he may be signed by Theo... would bringing him to the Sox bring the LOD household together?)
Posted by: SciFi Dad | October 31, 2007 at 07:28
can't wait to see you blop! it'll be nice ta see ya everyday!
Posted by: stephanie brown | October 31, 2007 at 07:39
Huh, huh? Now it's "blop?" I can't keep up. And no one is forcing me to do anything. I'll write when I want to, I do declare!! : )
Posted by: jen | October 31, 2007 at 08:11
I thought maybe the week of single parenthood had killed you.
Posted by: Emily | October 31, 2007 at 09:29
Ha, Emily. I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Posted by: LOD | October 31, 2007 at 11:03
What-what! Off we go tomorrow...
Posted by: PeetSwea | October 31, 2007 at 21:06
I'm ready to Blop. This time last year I was formulating thoughts for the big novel and would be setting my alarm to get up early 11/1 to start writing. It was fun...tiring...time-consuming...and my novel just sits in my computer.
I've toyed with the idea of doing it again but I just don't have it in me. Blop is gig for me. Thanks for mentioning this. Plus it will mean more of you to read.
Posted by: bitsy parker | October 31, 2007 at 22:58
Blopity blop. Does three hundred type-written pages of “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” count? No?
Posted by: Evan | November 01, 2007 at 11:14
Yay Sox! Yay blopping! Life is good.
Posted by: Kizz | November 01, 2007 at 13:50
Only you would write of ginger ale and ketchup.
Posted by: Helen | November 02, 2007 at 22:51
I can't believe it -- my husband and I were at that 92nd Street Y appearance! Wasn't Colbert awesome?
Posted by: iheartnewyork | November 03, 2007 at 16:30