I'm a bit on the fog lately. If you know what that means, let me know. Ever since I sent off The Sequel to my editor (about a month ago, I believe), I have been unfocused. First there was Romy's sickness, then the holidays, then my sickness. I started a book, wrote 50 pages in 3 days, and then stopped. I had no idea who the character was. Finally, two days ago, I took and shower (um, there were other showers in that period of time. It was just this particular shower that was helpful) and I rethought the character. So much that I will have to completely rewrite the beginning of the book. Which I have never done before writing the rest of it. I think my plan may be to type what I have, making the changes as I go. That way, I will be partway finished with my awful typing task, I will get to rewrite the character, and I will get back into the book. We shall see. Maybe I won't like anything about the book anymore. But, no, I will like it. My other thing is that I must find a better place in my house to write. There are too many interruptions in most places at most times. I am thinking about getting some sort of low, comfy chair to write in in my bedroom and/or my bedroom closet (which is walk-in, but not huge), so I feel some semblance of privacy. Does anyone have any recommendations? I'm picturing one of those video game chairs. I'll have to look into it. Where do I buy something like that? Target?
For the holidays, I received one of those photograph scanners. I played around with it a little so I could share with you these images. The letter is one I sent to my cousin, four years older than me, while she was at overnight camp. The last is a picture of the giant sticker my cousin stuck on the back of the envelope and obviously why I thought she was the coolest person on Earth.
enter yesterday's contest to win an entire set of my friend Liz's zine, caboose! I will select a winner on Friday. And, you know, if you sent me a letter like the above to my P.O. box, I would totally write you back.