New Year, Same Old Me
You know that feeling you get when you’re **thiisss** close to winning at chess, or to untangling a very large, very uncooperative knot? Sort of itchy and excited and tense all at once – you can see the nine or ten moves it will take to get there, but in order to complete them you’ve got to concentrate and shush those around you and frown really hard, or else you’ll lose the sequence and that way lies much weeping and gnashing of teeth?
This is pretty much where I’m at with Surrender of a Siren. **Thiiisss** close to finishing the draft and terrified to break my concentration. What little of it I can gather, at any rate.
To that end, I’m going to be a bad blogger and commenter over the next few weeks. Uh, just like I have been for the past few weeks. Sorry!
Goals for the new year?
*Maintain tenuous hold on sanity.
*Walk more to prevent brain atrophy (I read this in an in-flight magazine). And my brain is atrophying at an alarming rate. I shake my head and things rattle in there.
*Go to England.
That’s all I can muster the concentration for right now.
Welcome back! Was it an awesome vacation?
Your goals cracked me up. Except the “go to England” and hey, if you need a babysitter while you’re there, I’m here for ya. 🙂 I’m actually quite good at entertaining kiddos in-flight.
Best of luck with the SoaS.
We had an awesome vacation, yes. Tacky souvenirs and all. Mr. Dare purchased a ceramic creamer in Nassau shaped like a breast. The milk pours through the nipple. So classy.
I don’t know that “Take darelings to England” is on the list of goals. Although your offer of babysitting does sound tempting. Hmmm…
Go. Write. Take a walk. Kick start the brain. Go to England.
Who should really follow her own advice.
PS I’d just add going to Nassau to get my hands on that creamer. I wonder what the sugar bowl looked like….
OMG Tessa, I remember years ago someone gave my dad and the rest of his co-workers a nipple mug. Gosh I must have been 10. It was quite funny and father was embarrassed.
Glad you had a great vacation. Oh, England sounds great.
You should come with a spew warning. 🙂
My husband was once given a white chocolate breast as a gag gift. I got the white chocolate penis. We did not eat them.
Write, write, write. Your fans/bloggers will wait patiently for a tempting snippet and the chance to spill our guts on TMI Tuesdays.
All four little Robinsons went to England once, ages 12, 10, 7 and 4. They posed with pigeons and palace guards. We brought them home, too.
I’d have eaten the penis right in front of everyone.
What do you mean it isn’t Tuesday?
I’m pulling for you! Can’t wait for you to finish SAS so I can read it. In, uh, 2009.
My dad had a large nipple mug that he kept in the freezer and used to drink beer. We’re a classy bunch.
My brother had chocolate penises on a stick over Christmas but we didn’t eat them. He and his *partner* had them in their freezer for some reason and I chose not to ask.
Maggie – you brought the kids home or the pigeons and guards?
Tessa – by all means, do whatever you need to get that book done. We’ll be here when you get back. Begging for ARCS, of course. *g*
Maggie, speaking from personal experience, it was a much shorter plane flight for the little Robinsons than it would be for the Darelings! Living on the east coast, England feels so much more within my grasp. And I get to meet the viscountess in a couple of weeks! Oh to be in England!
Tessa, sorry but SoaS will always be GOB to me. Maybe it’s my Arrested Development fixation… I’m sort of speechless on the nipple creamers. Mr.Dare is apparently a college frat boy at heart.
I do remember being given a chocolate penis once… ring any bells, San? Yeah, sure, it was all Julianne…
Yes, the, um, creme filled ones at National. Weren’t they delish?
It was all Julianne’s idea. I swear! I just came up with the names for them and who was going to get one – which was just about everyone we saw or spoke to.
Class, nuttin’ but class!
I would love to go to England, but I fear I will have to make due with just the walking.
I hope I get that itchy feeling about my book soon…
My sister, my husband, and I want to take one of those Jane Austen tours of England. Our main roadblock is getting someone we trust who is willing and able to pet-sit for us. We’re very picky about this, so it may be a while before we get to tour England. 🙂
I’ll keep the darelings while your gone. I love magic shows!
Welcome back, Tessa! I’m glad you had a great vacation. I want to go to England, too. I haven’t been since I was eleven.