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How Do I Love Thee?
At the moment, there are few things that can entice me to step away from revising the book on which I’m working. I love revisions–they’re much less painful than drafting–and I’m in absolute heaven spending days curled up on my chair, pen in hand, marking up the manuscript until I’m too hungry to ignore dinner any longer. Generally speaking, I then stop to cook and then spend the rest of the evening reading, even while I’m eating.
However.
Last night that did not exactly happen. First, because I found myself in sudden and inexplicable need of a cheeseburger. Not the well-formed, perfectly-seasoned homemade kind, with artisan cheese and a beautiful roll. I wanted grease. I wanted McDonald’s. So I headed out with my accomplice, Renee, and we kicked off an evening that included water that looked like vodka, not pretending to be interested in the Olympics (yes, yes, Michael Phelps is spectacular; there’s little I like better than someone who is desperately skilled at what he does and who loves doing it), heading off spur-of-the-moment to a late night concert.
But.
As you may recall, Kristy Kiernan and I had big plans for today. Here’s the thing—it just didn’t quite work out for either of us, despite many, many long, witty, thoughtful conversations full of profound insight and literary brilliance. Heh. We’ll regroup next week, which gives you plenty of time to buy and read multiple copies of Kristy’s new book, Matters of Faith. Yes, I mean that precisely—read each of the copies. This is a novel with a stunning depth of layers. It stands up to repeated reading and will break your heart, get you mad, and bring you to a perfectly imperfect redemption. You will love it in ways you can’t count.
We haven’t had questions in a while, and I, for one, miss it. So help out a girl, will ya? Let me know your thoughts on the following……
1. What are you doing tomorrow night?
2. Would you go into space if the opportunity presented itself?
3. Today is book-buying day for me. What should I get?
4. How do I get a ride in a fighter jet? I promise, PROMISE, I won’t touch anything.
I’ll return, post-caffeine, and answer them as well. Except the last, because if I knew how, would I be sitting around here? I’d be suiting up and sliding into the second seat of an F-18…..
xo
Tasha