This whole being a full time writer thing has turned my brain to mush. Really. I mean I might not have been the most "with it" gal to begin with but it's gotten so much worse. I'm so wrapped up in thinking, plotting, what if-ing, writing that I lose all sense of time, place and sanity. Yes, everyone does still have clean underwear and socks and I do manage to emerge from my world and get supper on the table but that's about it. Here's the conversation I had with the hospital when they called to remind me of Lulu's appointment~
Hospital lady: Hi is this Molly?
Me: No. This is her mom.
HL: Oh. Okay. This is Blessing Hospital calling to remind you about her heart echo tomorrow at 1pm.
Me: Her appointments supposed to be on Friday.
HL: That's right. Tomorrow is Friday.
Me: No it's not. Today is only Wednesday. Isn't it?
HL: Um. I don't think so. Hold on, I'll check. (I'm so adamant, she's doubting herself)
Me: Oh. Crap. You're right. It is Thursday. So her appointment is tomorrow.
HL: Whew! Please don't make me work an extra day. Haha.
Me: (completely embarrassed) I'm sorry. We'll be there.
The really bad part? She called while I was in the middle of writing my "spread the word" Thursday post. So on some level...I had to have known it was Thursday. Sad and scary I tell you. I feel like the absentminded professor. Only not so smart. And more absent minded.
The Stephen King book. Rules. I'm only allowing myself 80 pages a day so I don't just drop the novel writing and devour his book instead. He's just so good. I find myself noticing descriptive turns of phrase and thinking "why don't I think of these?" Because I'm not him. That's why. Speaking of him, here's a convo Sean and I had the other day while waiting in line at the grocery store~
Me: (reading tabloid headlines out loud) OMG. Seriously, if you were married to her, would you cheat with her?
Sean: Not a chance.
Me: Me neither! Man, I bet they get so tired of having their lives plastered all over the magazines and tabloids. Maybe I don't want to be famous. Then again, Stephen King's famous and you never see him in the tabloids.
Sean: (looking at me incredulously) Of course he's not in the tabloids! He's Stephen freakin King. Can you imagine writing something bad about him? I mean he'd show up on your doorstep and be all Really? Really? You're going to mess with me? and you'd crap your pants. Because you'd know that the Boogeyman was gonna get your butt.
Me: True. So the trick is to be famous, but really scary. So that nobody wants to mess with you.
And then on the way home. I was driving along on the highway and all of a sudden a hawk flies near the car. And seriously, I thought it was going to hit the windshield. So I ducked. Sean looks at me and~
Sean: Did you just duck?
Me: Yeah. So?
Sean: You know that doesn't help right? I mean you're in.a.car.
Me: Um. I know that. It's just instinctive reaction.
Sean: But it doesn't help. Look, there's something here (he taps on the windshield in front of me) and here (he taps on the sun roof) and omigod here (he taps on his side window) what is it? We're trapped!! Oh no! It's the witches! Witches have trapped us, what will we do?! How will we escape? (He sticks one hand out the open sunroof) Help help! Someone save me!
Me: (speeding down the highway laughing my ass off) you're ridiculous.
Sean: Riiiggghhht. I'm the ridiculous one. Which one of us got lost and wandered around aimlessly in Hobby Lobby today until I rescued them. Oh yeah. You.
I don't know if I mentioned this before or not...but Sean is somewhat of a sarcastic bastard. He comes from a long line of them. And I really did get lost in the store. I couldn't find the clearance items. Until he pointed to the clearance sign. Five rows in front of me. Sheesh.
Happy Friday (it is Friday, right?),