Writerly Wackiness

Ah, three-day weekend that has allowed me to accomplish so much, how I will miss thee. 

I think I may have finally clawed my way out of the Hole of Too Much To Do and back into the land of Keeping Busy But Can Actually Start Reading People's LJ Posts Again--at least until I leave to spend some time in the Cave of Writerly Workshopping, followed by a visit to the Valley of Vacationy Goodness.

TNEO Progress-O-Meter
My critiques for TNEO are done!  That's a relief.  Now I can go back to tackling my intimidating "to be read" stack on my train rides home from work. 

My lecture for TNEO is also done and ready to be, well, lectured.  Also a huge relief. 

This leaves me nearly two weeks of breathing room before TNEO actually starts to chill out and make sure I haven't forgotten anything.  And I'll probably need that chilling out time since the day job will be continue to be insane as I scramble to meet deadlines and square things away before I disappear for two and a half weeks.

The Writerly Novelist Update


Progress has been slow, but it is progress nonetheless, and damn do I love the chapter I'm currently working on.  So much fun.  And now that I have TNEO stuff all squared away, I should have more time to work on it.

And a Final Moment of Randomness brought to you by...
Bunnies.  There are two frolicking on my patio.  I am easily distracted by cute fuzzy objects, so please pardon me as I go stalk them.

I'm afraid I fell off the face of the LJ planet this past week, so I hope I didn't miss anything terribly exciting. This past week brought large doses of insanity with it--mostly in the form of my schedule, but also in the form of people. I am so looking forward to sleep tonight.

Now that I have time to post what's been stewing in my brain all week: I recently saw a production of a play called Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abaire about a couple who have lost their four-year-old son in an accident. The first act was one of the most emotionally wrenching bits of theater I've seen in some time.

At one point in the play, a teenage character named Jason, who was involved in the accident, writes a science fiction story about "rabbit holes" that lead to parallel universes (hence the play's title). Part of a conversation he has with Becca, the mother of the young boy killed:

BECCA. So somewhere out there, there’s a version of me – what? – making pancakes?
JASON. Sure.
BECCA. Or at a water park.
JASON. Wherever, yeah. Both. If space is infinite. Then there are tons of yous out there, and tons of mes.
BECCA. And so this is just the sad version of us.
JASON. I guess.
BECCA. But there are other versions where everything goes our way.
JASON. Right.
BECCA. And those other versions exist. They’re not hypothetical, they’re actual, real people.
JASON. Yeah, assuming you believe in science.
BECCA. Well that’s a nice thought. That somewhere out there I’m having a good time.

So, parallel universes--what do you think you're doing in another one right now?

I'd like to think there's a universe where I had a relaxing and uneventful week. Or one in which I'm a ninja.