Saturday, July 26, 2008

Superfluity of Naughtiness

I'll warn you right now: this post is not as interesting as the title would lead you to believe. Sorry.

But last night I was reading in James (you know, the Bible one, not the awesome jerk from Flash) and I came across Chapter 1 Verse 21, which commands one to "lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness." And frankly, I just started laughing. For me naughty means two things--my kids are being naughty (I don't want to call them bad, so naughty is nicer), or naughty as in, well, a more adult meaning. I don't really have to spell it out, do I?

So pairing naughtiness with superfluity just made me laugh. I thought it would make a good album title. Hot Stuff has always liked the name "Primal Gyrations" for a band (oddly enough, taken from a church publication in which someone was complaining about the way teenagers dance), and wouldn't that be a great follow-up album to their self-titled debut? Primal Gyrations and the Superfluity of Naughtiness Tour.

Odds are I probably didn't get the message I was supposed to in my scripture study last night.

Another section I just can't read without laughing is from another book of scripture. This chapter uses the phrase "fruit of [my, his] loins" TWENTY-ONE times. When Hot Stuff and I used to read chapters together every night before bed (now we just read verses as a family) we could never get through this one without laughing. Thanks, Lehi, we get it--loins, fruit, yup. I just, well, eew. Couldn't you say kids? Descendents? Anything else?

So, even reading the scriptures is more fun with me around. Less reverent, but more fun.

(Happy 100th post, ya'll. Thanks for liking me.)

Friday, July 25, 2008

Querily, Querily, Querily, Querily

Life is but a dream. Or a nightmare, if you are in the process of querying. Another day, another query.

Natalie and I have been going back and forth commiserating with each other about the querying process (only about forty emails to each other yesterday). While I like agents, I hate querying; it's the worst mix of dread, excitement, anticipation, and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENING. And the most awful part is finally opening your email to see 1 Unread (I have an email address I use just for querying) and those few seconds of stomach clenching horror until you actually open it and see that yes, in fact, you have been rejected. Wonderful, wonderful stuff.

Querying crushes my soul.

But how's your day going?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A Craving

I want a summer storm.

I want masses of clouds in shades of blue and gray, so dark they look like ink spilled across the sky. I want chaotic forks of light to rip across the darkness, startling in their contrast and brilliance. I want the air heavy and hot, full of anticipation. I want thunder that you feel before you hear. And then--

I want rain. I want a deluge, the sky simply pouring its collected wealth down into the waiting earth. I want rain so heavy and complete that you are soaked through to the skin by merely stepping off of the porch. I want to run in mad circles, laughing and slipping on the grass, chilled in spite of the warmth still radiating from the ground. And then--

I want to go inside and peel off my heavy, sodden clothes with shaking hands and slip into something warm and soft and far too big. I want to sit in a window seat in a creamy yellow room with dark wood furniture, listening to the rain playing with the quaking aspens directly outside. I want to breathe deeply and let the smell become a part of me. I want to watch the rain fall and hit and bounce up again, the earth too filled to accept it. I want to think about nothing important, and tell myself stories there by the window by the rain.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Presenting Flash

Thirty days. 68,000 words. 232 pages. One heck of a lot of typing.

I can't quite believe it, but Flash? It's done. I'm very excited, and more than a little scared. Part of me wants to start my line edit immediately; the other part is terrified that when I go back, it won't be as good as I remember it being. I think I'll take a day off. I've earned a good nap.

And now, the credits:

Caffeine generously provided by Coca Cola Vanilla Zero

Laptop provided by Hot Stuff

Sountrack provided by Snow Patrol and Pandora Internet Radio

iPod provided by Kiersten's daddy

Endless patience while being ignored donated by Hot Stuff

Encouragingly giddy fan provided by Lauren

Plot aid and suggestions provided by Hot Stuff and Erin

Excitement supplied in generous amounts by faithful blog readers (all five of you)

And finally, free time supplied by Dojo and his wonderful three-hour naps, and Nayna, who is still willing to have naptime even though she doesn't sleep.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

An Ode to Sleep Deprivation

The age old dilemma: to write or to sleep?
If I go to bed now, will my stories all keep?
If I stay up too late, on the morrow I'll weep
Let's be honest, I'm buzzing, I'm in too deep.

I've read about zombies, they don't sleep a wink
Maybe they're onto something, I think
Of course, now my parenting really does stink
as do the dishes piled up in the sink.

My bed is singing her sweet siren song
My characters screaming, don't leave us for long!
Surely these passions can't both be so wrong,
but alas I'm too tired for any more rhymes.