My week:
I tried to clean the house because everybody is dying here and I figured germs were to blame. No. Turns out pollen is to blame. But house is cleaner now, which is always nice.

I watched Christian Slater play himselves as a sort of schizophrenic psychotic James Bond in My Own Worst Enemy. Moar pleez. I did not see the truth about Henry coming; I thought Edward was the construct. Of course I would gladly watch Christian Slater brush his teeth, but this show is the coolest thing since Season 1 of Heroes. Tune in fast before they crush my spirit and cancel it. The only thing that could make it better would be having Elvis show up to give him advice. (You will get this reference if you’ve seen True Romance, and if you haven’t, OMG rent it now.)

Animal Attraction went back to NY. I’m still having separation anxiety. But it will return as ARCs so there’s an up side.

Made soup. Made more soup. Made muffins, which vanished. Made whole wheat oatmeal bread with sunflower seeds and craisins which everybody loves. Must remember how I made that.

Have read much more of The Success Principles, although still not done. Am realizing that despite the piles of fiction going unread around here, I am doing a lot of nonfiction reading. And maybe nonfic is what my brain needs more. I’ve always gone in cycles; I went through I think a year-long stage where I couldn’t read fiction at all, so I went through the library’s numeral aisles and read everything. This led to discovering some pretty interesting books and also to writing The Gripping Beast, so free-range reading can be good for a writer.

Otherwise, I’m writing. Revising. And trying to survive the weed pollen.

And how was your week?