Today I got Another One. I had the dog with me so I put it in the way back of the car, which is a baby station wagon type thing. Dog was in the back seat. So when I got in the front, I shoved the cork board back as far as possible so it wouldn't fall on him.
When I opened the way back, it fell out directlly onto my foot. Heavy object, narrow edge, much force, ow!
I don't think anything got broken. Doc Martens for the win! Even the Mary Janes are awesome and tough.
But my right toes are kind of smashed, which could put a slight crimp in my No Potato plans. I've been doing so well with No Potato! Much walking very far! Much doing of other exercising! Weights! Stretches! Stretches and weights! Wearing shoes during the day so that my left leg continues to function as a left leg!
So weird that I have to do that. But whatever, it works!
Today I had this massive meeting all day long that I was supposed to be in for the past *three* days but I forgot to register on time and it took them until last night to get it done. So oh man, so much work to do and watch and catch up on! Work! On top of regular full day of work! Which will partly get done yesterday. I mean tomorrow.
So when I went out to get cork board I also got me a bacon cheeseburger at Five Guys. ARE YOU SO PROUD RIGHT NOW? I went out to engage in the purchasing of good and services! I bought a thing! Then I went to another place and bought another thing! In fact I had to sit there for like five entire minutes in a public restaurant full of people and huge glass windows, waiting for my cheeseburger. And I did not freak out!
You don't even know how proud I am right now.
Also! Also! I got connected with the Boys and Girls Club in town through my job, even though it insists I'm in a zip code beginning with 8. I do not live in Tempe Arizona. I don't have many strong memories about Tempe other than motels but I kind of recall not finding it entirely engaging? But then, I don't like desert. I like the temperate rainforest where I live right now! Yes!
And I am BEYOND excited because what have I been saying for years? I want to help disadvantaged kids who want to get to college get themselves to college. I'm exactly 100% qualified to do this specific thing. Do you know I've been teaching college for NINETEEN YEARS??? That is the whole entire lifespan of a traditional freshman! What? How? (Counting gestation.)
Anyway that turns out to be the very thing they want. The very thing! They need exactly that! So I can do other mentoring too but I can really help the kids who think they aren't the kind of person who goes to college. That's such a barrier, feeling that way. I know how to knock that barrier down. I'm extensively trained in knocking that barrier down.
We're going to get together next week and flip out over how excited we are about each other. I mean, I'm guessing. But I think so.
It occurred to me belatedly that this is how you meet people, other people who are doing the same things that you're into. Like, peer type people of a similar background with similar values. Dude!!!
The dog and cat and I really enjoyed our bacon cheeseburger as a team. We demolished that thing! And now there's 35 minutes until Bones for me to assemble push pins and 3x5 cards and work on a visual representation of the outline I've been hammering out all week.
I've been outlining the book, then starting over and outlining it again without looking at the previous one. Over and over and over. Pursuing the character arcs for the two main characters is my favorite thing ever. I love outlining! Putting together obstacles and actual, you know, events--that's the harder part for me. Even though I know the broad physical plan for the events that will transpire, I'm not that clear on the actual events of each step of the way.
I'm hoping that putting the two main characters' arcs on the board, I can figure out good obstacles and events. That's how my mind works apparently. I have to have the dang board. It's also essential for remembering what the heck is happening in the book, what just happened, and what should happen next. Because otherwise I have no idea.
Remember the Battlestar whiteboard of awesomeness? The whiteboard in the writers' room of my favorite show ever? I reached out and touched it and made a noise like choirs of angels singing. And I forgot her name, she said, "You're funny," and turned away, in this way that meant, "You're a crazy person, I can't look," but I didn't even care. What the heck was her name? Ann?
The longer I sit here, the more my foot hurts. It is my first NaNoWriMo wound of the year! But probably not the last.
Today I tackled some irritating tasks that have needed tackling for a long time. I removed the bent skinny nailgun nails from the molding around the door in the office. The molding has been down for like six or eight weeks because it fell off when I was taping to paint. Then I had other stuff to do. Now the nails are out! I can put it back up any time! Any time after I do more caulking of that huge gap around the door. I need to get more caulk so I can do that. Or use the clear I got for the deck roof, maybe.
The other thing was taking apart the drains in the bathroom. Sink and tub. Took them apart, took out the appalling enormous clot of vileness that was blocking the sink and the smaller but no less vile clot blocking the bathtub drain. Shivered extravagantly, or do I mean shuddered? Ugh, I just did it again thinking about it. And put them back together. Now the water that runs IN also runs OUT.
I wish they had In and Out here. Do they have them anywhere in Oregon? Must investigate later.
That Five Guys bacon cheeseburger was happiness in a bun, though, I tell you what. Oh man.
I'm a little bit afraid to look at my surely purpling toes. There are neatly packed boxes of books in the way back of the car, boxes so covered with tape that the cork board slid down like greased lightning. Yes! And karate chopped my poor toes.
I'm really trying to build up as much muscle and endurance and wind as I can before the next bout of M.S. when I'll go all wobbly and can't find my feet and fall down and limp around all Gothic. But guess what, the replacement cable for the elliptical came today! Wait, I mean, the elliptical.... There, that's better. So I can watch time and distance and steps and all that stuff on there. It's a great machine for no-balancey times because you never lift your feet off the surfaces, plus there are two sets of handles.
The cork board is calling and I must answer! Did I tell you my book is a Gothic novel? Girls meet house! Things are strange and creepy and they're kind of trapped there! Some people are dramatically menacing and untrustworthy!
Here is a clue: for me, the people you can trust are the weirdos and the people you can't are the slick guys in suits. Guy in suit = EVIL. Ties are the devil's flags marking them as his own.
Okay, I know, not really, but that's my reaction to a man in a suit. He is the devil, run away! This has nothing whatsoever to do with ex-fiance and his Armani though. Shut up, it does not! Brrrr, shiver. Yes, a man in an expensive suit elicits the exact same physical reaction from me as that giant clot of disgustingness that I pulled out of the sink drain. EXACTLY.
Have you ever seen steel wool that people use to scrub pots? It looked like that. Except utterly gross.
It predates me, clearly. It might predate civilization. It might be a new life form, sadly snuffed out by my callousness. Die, clot, die!
Anyway I'm super excited about my heroines and my big old Gothic mansion in upstate New York that needs massive renovations (imagine what's down *those* drains, ugh....) and my crazy King Lear guy and the evil stepsons with the expensive suits and vile thoughts, and the nerdy girl's burning obsession with musicals and the goth punk girl's burning obsession with film. The creation thereof, by them, both.
If you're a NaNo personage, please befriend me on the NaNo! My book is called Summerlands which is the name of the mansion, with no relation (that I know of) to the neopagan mythology or whatnot. It's up the Taconic Parkway where FDR had his house, that kind of Sleepy Hollow creepsville area. I drove up and down a dozen times I guess, between Maine and PA, and got the shivery horrors every time. Perfect place for a dilapidated Gothic mansion. I have floor plans! For the frontispiece!
Strange how difficult it is to nail down (ha ha) what exactly you'd do first when renovating a dilapidated Gothic mansion. I am unable to find clear directions online, possibly because no sane person would ever do it. I'll have to hit the library tomorrow for a BOOK.
Cork board! Push pins! Three by five cards! I am on the job!