What’s Up Wenzday Point #1:
In case anybody wondered, I still have not located my missing moxy. Fucking February seems to have run off with it to Hawaii, and I guess they are having a lovely time without me. I thought about putting my moxy’s image on milk cartons, and hanging posters around the ‘hood, and asking around on them ‘netz. Because it’s a small world, and you just never know – someone might have seen my moxy running around town boozing it up.
And then I was like, “Fuck that bitch!” If my moxy doesn’t want to come home, that’s fine. It’s been replaced. You hear me, moxy? There’s a new ‘tude in town. This dreary lethargy has moved in and we are getting along JUST. SWIMMINGLY. THANK YOU. Lethargy allows me to be all “meh” instead of *hoorayz*, and everyone knows that throwing glitter requires much more energy than, for example, NOT throwing glitter. So there I lie, snuggling lethargy under my afghan, watching the world spin without me contributing more than a token check-in here on the bloggy-blog.
What’s Up Wenzday Point #2:
My Happiness Project —
There is no homework this week. People lacking in moxy are excused from all assignments during the month of Fucking February. Doctor’s orders.
What’s Up Wenzday Point #3:
1. Attend a writing critique group every month: Next meeting is in March.
Still need to print three pages, but I’ve got a few weeks before I need to stress over that. Still, I should write that on my calendar… [DONE]
2. *Attend a book club meeting every month: Next meeting is in March.*
I got the book from the library. It’s called THE VIRGINIAN by Owen Wister. I’m not thrilled. It’s a western, forefather of Louis L’Amour, and that is so not my bag, baby. I read the first chapter, and while it didn’t suck, I can already tell I’m not going to be trying very hard to finish it on time. So many books, so little time, know what I’m sayin’?
3. *Add another online job by the year 2020.*
4. Lose 50 pounds in 2013 /// Lose 3-5 pounds each month /// Walk 2+ miles daily.
I did some of that walking stuff. I didn’t try to jog because the winds were mean to my face and punched me in the nose. Fucking February strikes again.
5. *Minimize, organize, and clean the crap in my office.*
Too tired for that shit. Lethargy, darling, fetch me a Coke, would you, please? I don’t feel like getting up at the moment. Go pee for me while you’re at, okay, dearest? Thanks.
6. Complete PLOT & STRUCTURE by Friday, Feb. 15.
I read some of all those words, because reading during Fucking February is what I do best. It felt good. Have some.
7. Complete WIP by Sep. 30 /// add 6K new words by Thursday, Feb. 28.
I went to Miss Molly’s, our local bakery, last week, and plan to go again today, for a two-hour writing session. I have accidentally fallen into a pleasant habit of visiting that fine establishment on Wednesdays, because mid-week I attempt to throw off my lethargy and search for my missing moxy. So, while the daily habit ain’t happening, I did still manage to add many hundreds of words to both of my current projects. Which makes me happy. Take THAT, Fucking February!
8. Ride an elephant. For realz.
I’m not talking about that right now. YOU’RE an elephant.
What’s Up Wenzday Point #4:
Bonus Material — What I’ve been reading!
Finished up THY NEIGHBOR by Norah Vincent, and holy shit! It was so fucking good I’m tempted already to read it again, which I don’t normally do. This book had it all – mystery, contemporary suburban plight, romance, redemption… every single line was perfectly placed and I don’t think there was a wasted word. I read stuff like this and weep, because it’s so much better than I’ll ever achieve, and I cheer, for having been privy to someone else’s grand success.
Currently reading JOHN DIES AT THE END by David Wong (aka Jason Pargin) and it is such a trip! I am alternatively laughing and cringing on every page, and I honestly couldn’t even start to tell you what this book is about because it’s so weird. The back has a blurb stating that it’s like a mash-up between Douglas Adams and Stephen King – and that about says it all right there.
On my iPod I’m listening to the uber fun and very light EXPLOSIVE EIGHTEEN by Janet Evanovich. Just the mind-candy I need while hibernating and doing chores around the house. You know, since I’m not doing much of anything else!
And that’s what’s up Wenzday.
Hope your Hump-Day is full of hump-ish good times.
I’d love to hear what’s up with *YOUR* Wenzday.
Please tell me about your Happiness Project, how your Homework is coming along, and what books you have loved lately!