January 2008

Done…(for now)

Well, I’ve finished this go-around with The Big Muckle.  Phew!  I’m really tired, but glad too. 

I know I was talking about taking a couple of days off, before diving in to the rewrite of my YA novel, but right now I’m thinking more along the lines of taking the rest of January and all of February off.  I have several book visits in February as well as my birthday and my beloved daughter, Emily coming for a visit.  So it would be nice to do those things without having another book crowding up my head.

Not only that, February is a short month and I think I need to recuperate, go for long walks with my dog, cook yummy food.  I’d like to allow myself the luxury of indulging in the comfort of tucking away with a little stash of candy and losing myself in this stack of unread books that have built up to a frightening mound by the bed.

It’s been awhile since I’ve had time for myself.  I think I shall take it.  Maybe I’ll even take March off as well!  We’ll see. 

I always have grand plans when I finish a project, but after a week or so of revelling in glorious nothingness...I find myself getting a little bored.  Antsy.  Like I’ve left something undone.  Don’t feel complete.  I wish I could putter around with my projects, not get so driven, take my time.  But I can’t.  It’s like once I dive into a project, it takes a hold of me and I find that I start working longer and longer hours until by the end, I’m spending my whole day at the keyboard and within a blink of the eye, it’s night again and I never even left the house.

Don and Will are downstairs playing air-hockey.  I can tell because I can hear the faint clatter of the puck being slammed across the table, and I think Will is wining because, Don is yelling, “Ahhh!” Way more often than my son.  The puck noise is way, way faster than last night when Will played with me.  So, he must have been going soft on me.  That’s rather humbling, seeing as how, he won 3 out of 3 games, by a large margin.  I used to be quite the air-hockey demon.  Hmm...it’s interesting getting old.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Rosie’s blog

A brief break in the writing.  Don is reading over six new pages that I wrote, checking for typos for me to fix.  So, I took advantage of the small respite, and checked out Rosie’s blog.  Check it out.  Rosie.com.  Today’s blog.  Twenty-six. It says it all, better than I’ve heard anybody say it. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

busy

Sorry, bloggers.  This Big Muckle, sweep through/clean up is taking longer than I thought.  I write later today, when I’ve finished.  Promise.  xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

I have nothing to blog about…

Tra..la...la… I have nothing to say.  So this will be shorter than short.  Just a hello, I’m here kind of thing.  So if mindless meandering bothers you, don’t read today’s blog.  Pick up a nice book or magazine and read that instead.

I wonder what the markets are going to do tomorrow?  The stock market got whacked big time on Friday.  It’s down 1,673.66 points since October.  Will Monday be up or down?  Gold has been ridiculously strong and spot price is now at $896.10 U.S.  And February gold is playing around the $900 mark.  Late last week Ben Bernanke made it clear that more interest rate cuts are in the making.  Usually, when the Fed comes out with a statement like that the stock market soars.  So why the plummet on Friday?  I’m curious to see if the interest-rate-cuts statement helps shore the price of the bank preferred up, or if they will continue to lose ground for a while.  I have a zillion questions and no answers.  I am so curious to see how next week plays out in the markets.

Now what?  Hmmm...I should probably go back to the tedious task of plucking out comas, depositing periods, adding a missed over word here and there on Big Muckle.  (I wish Don hadn’t pointed out to me the first time that I tried it, that I can’t just use the initials of my manuscript, because the initials mean something else.  It would feel so proffessional and jaunty to just type in BM.  But apparently to those of a more sophomoric mind, it would appear as if I was talking about a bowel movement, which I most decidedly am not.)

So, I probably should get back to that back-breaking, mind numbing work...but I’ve already done so much today.  Maybe I won’t.  That made me perk up.  I think I shall just stay here boring the hell out of you, babbling about nothing, until bedtime arrives!  That would be funny.  Hmmm...just as I wrote that last sentence I realized that it wouldn’t be funny, or fun.  It would be a waste of everybody’s time.  So without further adieu, farewell, my sweet bloggers, Farewell.  (I love saying that kind of thing.  “Farewell” Who says that in life?  Nobody.  It’s really fun.  You should try it.  I feel like I’m in the middle of a Jane Austen novel when I type something like that.  Only for a millisecond, but it’s a rush.)

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, January 13, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

we were away

Went to Jim and Rog’s birthday bash.  I’m not really a party person.  I have to brace myself to enter a room full of strangers, but once I allowed myself to pry free of the entryway hall, we had a very nice time.  And HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU TWO!  It was a big one for both of them.  We shan’t mention which new decade each one of them stepped into.  Not because getting older is embarrassing, but because sometimes an air of mystery is fun.

Also...I got to see my beautiful boy/man/son, Dave.  While we were having dinner, I tried my hand at busybody matchmaking, failed miserably and embarrassed everyone.  I think now, I’ll leave the finding of smart, kind, compassionate, nice looking girls in his capable hands.  But you know what the nice thing was?  Yes, perhaps I was over zealous in my enthusiasm, but he didn’t shirk away or get mad and stomp off.  He tolerated it with grace and humor, flushing slightly, but letting me know in a kind and gentle way that really, he’s got it covered.  What a sweetie! 

And thanks David for your help with our purchases.  We would have been lost without your expertise!

Okay, well, we got back home from our trip sort of late, so I’m going to sign off and go to bed.  Bye.  Sweet dreams.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, January 12, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Ahh…

I just finished The Big Muckle.  I am printing it up right now.  The printer is singing it’s “I’m printing...It’s so good...I’m printing...It’s so good...” song and I am typing a blog to you.  I feel quite happy.  Replete.  Like that was a wonderful, very fulfilling, gentle ride.  I think we all need to write a book like this every now and then.  If I am able to find someone who wants to publish it, and people want to read it, I would like to write some more.  I liked writing this.  I had a good time.

I just went and picked up a stack of printed pages from the printer.  The pages were very warm in my fingers.  I’ve placed them on my manuscript writing desk so that there won’t be too many pages on the outputting tray.  I’m very hopeful about this one.  (For now anyway, talk to me in a week and maybe I’ll feel different.) Don’s going to read it over the weekend, with his red pen in hand, looking for typos and what-not.  Hmm...I just got a wave of nervousness.  Not because of Don, but because of what I have to do next.  Send it out.  Hmm.

I had to refill the paper tray.  It’s a good thing I recycle is all I have to say.  So much paper to print out a manuscript.

It was a busy day today.  Some of our new furniture arrived today.  How beautiful it looks.  I’m very happy. 

For the gentlemen who read this blog, you can cover your eyes now.  The next part is more of a woman thing.

Okay, ladies, I had to go for a mammogram today and the weird thing is, I wasn’t even nervous.  Even though I’d found a little pea sized lump in the lower part of my left breast.  I guess because my children are grown.  If it’s something, I’ll take care of it.  If it isn’t, why waste a few of lifes precious moments worrying about it.  It’s the sort of thing that I have no control over.  I remember when the children where young, Emily was only 12, Dave was 10 and little Will was 6 and something had shown up in my breast exam.  I went to see my physician, and when I explained and showed her, she made me go immediately to St. John’s hospital to get a mammogram.  I remember being beyond terrified on the ride over.  Who would raise my children?  Kept going over and over in my head.  I phoned Jenny on my car phone (everybody had them in LA) I couldn’t stop shaking I was so scared and the minute I heard her voice I started to cry.  And she was so kind and loving and reassuring.  When I got to the hospital, I found my way to the proper waiting room and I couldn’t have been there for more than three minutes when who should come running down the corridor but Jenny and Becky!  They must have flown on angel wings.  I had no idea they were coming.  And what a blessing it was, not to have to be brave alone.  Anyway, the very sight of the two of them, there in that hospital, I will never ever forget until the day I die.  And I remembered that day of so many years past, today, driving home from the appointment with Don in the rain.  And was filled with gratitude, not just for the memory that came flooding back, but also for how different I feel today.  Similar situation and yet, totally peaceful, not scared at all.  I was lucky all those years ago.  To have been given the gift to see my children safely grown.  Who could ask for more.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, January 10, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

moving on

The movers are here.  I have a sweater on because we have to have the front door open wide.  I might put on another.  Working on Big Muckle is impossible, because there are questions and what-not so I figure I’ll blog to you.  That way I can leap up at a moments notice if required. 

Last night again a moment of anger that evolved into sadness and a letting go.  But afterwards I felt fine.  Lighter.  It was hard taking all of my manuscripts out of the China Cabinet that has been in my life for the last 14 years.  Taking my writing out was hard, because I didn’t have anywhere to put them, as the bookcases from the Rosie money are in the process of being made.  It hurt my heart to place all these precious stacks of paper that represent my life, my insides and thoughts, books done and books to come, in piles on the floor.  I was worried that they would all get mixed up, and knocked over by the dogs and everything would be lost or destroyed. 

But of course they won’t.  They are still lying in their intact piles, up against the wall, waiting patiently.  And so shall I.  They have not merged and my Molly dog has been very sweet and careful.  I think she know somehow that these things are important to me.  I don’t know why I felt so overwhelmed and upset last night.

I think, as a matter of fact I shall put on that lovely cashmere scarf that Dave gave me for Christmas.  Be right back!

Ahh...now I’m nice and snug.  Not only that, I feel very loved.  He was smart and bought me a man’s one because “the women scarves were huge.” And you know what?  He was right.  This scarf is perfect for me.  Nice and warm and luxurious too!  I would put the long red cashmere gloves he gave me as well, but I think it might hinder my typing. 

I’m looking forward to this afternoon, when the movers have gone, taking all that stuff and history with them.  Because then it won’t be looming on the horizon.  It will be done.  And I will be able to focus on rebuilding the cozy nest that I had made for the family here.  I know I will be able to.  I just have to be patient.  It will happen.  And then I will be able to snuggle down into our life for good.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, January 09, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

turning the day over in my head

I woke up in the early hours of the morning and found it impossible to go back to sleep.  The packers arrive today.  Normally I pack everything, but this time, it felt like a healthier choice to have someone else do it instead.  I lay in bed reminding myself of the various closets that things were tucked away in that needed to be careful wrapped for their journey.  “Stop thinking.  Relax.  Go to sleep.  There are going to be people in the house so crawling into bed for a ten minute snooze is not an option” Which of course didn’t help, just made me feel more anxious and wide awake. 

I tried to turn my mind to other topics, which was good, but didn’t help the sleep-quotient any.  Yesterday had been busy.  Some time ago, my beloved financial advisor informed me that he has decided to retire.  And I am happy for him.  He is in his late 60’s and now he and his wife will have more time to travel and play tennis and he can finish up that book that he has been working on.  But for me, there is this odd sort of longing and loss.  I grew so much, learned so much, laughed so much with this man. 

Anyway, yesterday after around 5 or 6 weeks of burying my head in the sand and pretending that,” No...he’s not really going to retire.” I bit the bullet and marched my reluctant body into the branch of the investment firm in the area I live in and sat myself down for a series of appointments.  At first I felt fine.  I’ve been handling my finances for some time now and have done well enough.  But the more investment advisors I met, the more uncomfortable I started to feel.  All of them nice enough, some seemed perhaps more of a match than others.  But it felt odd to be talking about my personal finances to perfect strangers.  And then there is the question of the fee.  What they charge.  Funny, there I am in an investment firm and when I try to pin down a certain percentage, there is a lot of waffling.  Why would that be?  I am here to talk about handling my money and I want to know what exactly it’s going to cost me.  Why with some of the people, did I feel like perhaps I was being crude or crass to mention/ask this question?  I am using these interviews to make my decision who to go with?  I would think what it’s going to cost me is a very appropirate question.  It is not simply a matter of who I like the best, but also what makes the most fiscal sense. 

The first person I like enormously, but this person was not flexible on the fee and I don’t want to pay a higher percentage than I got with C____.
There was another person who I also was very impressed with, but this person is part of a team.  I don’t know how I feel about a team.  I’m used to dealing with one person. 

When I realized that worrying about was the right person to go with was not the way to go about falling back to sleep, I moved onto another peaceful subject.  My writing.  Ha!  Now I’m really screwed!  Once I’m on to my writing, I can kiss sleep goodbye.

Anyway, my mind was spinning, not with one manuscript, but two.  I went to Christianne’s Lyceum last night and met with the Bibliophiles and the Ravenous Readers book clubs about my (previously named Lucky, but now untitled) manuscript.  Their feedback was enormously helpful!  Both the parents and the teens.  I have a clear direction as to what I need to add and accomplish in the rewrite.  I am so grateful for their insight, encouragement, enthusiasm and comments. 

It was a little hard at first, to get my head turned around to focus on that manuscript when it has been buried so deeply into The Big Muckle.  I found I really had to adjust.  It was hard at times to dive back into the muck of my/Kelly’s teenage years.  Fictionalized of course, but some of the elements are there.  And to discuss them, to revisit them was harder for me this time than it normally is.

I think the reason it was such a challenge for me was because I’ve been jaunting along, cavorting in The Big Muckle, having such a good time, and I am almost at the end of this rewrite and I didn’t want my head and heart to have to return to another project yet.  HOWEVER that being said.  What help I got!  These kids and their parents are so smart, and now I know what I have to do.

Not only that, but now, I’ll finish tying up The Big Muckle, hopefully by Friday. I’ll do another quick sweep over the weekend for typos and then… Either I’ll start the Lucky/untitled rewrite, or on Monday, or maybe I’ll give myself a week to lounge, tuck into a good book, go on nice long walks.  And then start the Lucky/untitled rewrite the following.  We’ll see.  But if any of you Ravenous Readers or Bibliophiles are browsing this blog...THANK YOU SO MUCH! xxxooo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 08, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

The stealth bull market in gold continues

Spot gold prices are up today $13.80 to $873.4 an ounce and yet not a whisper on the streets.  Crazy huh?  Nobody’s talking about it.  It’s like nobody but the old gold bugs are saying anything.  The gold-bugs have been rattling the cage for quite sometime, but everybody says they are bonkers.  “Gold is a relic” everybody says.  “The only thing gold is good for is for filling teeth.” “Gold in a commodity.”

Personally, I don’t know.  Maybe gold is a commodity.  Commodities have been rising.  Last year the Commodity Index rose approximately 25%.  So maybe gold is a commodity, but maybe it isn’t.  Maybe this amazing rise in the gold markets means something else?  Maybe it means that there are people in the world that are aware of what the governments are doing?  That they are flooding the world markets with liquidity (paper dollars that they just make up out of linen and ink and roll off of their printing presses at will) Maybe some people are aware just how fast those printing presses are spinning so the governments can try to inflate their way out of this credit/housing debacle?  Maybe some people are aware of just how high the real inflation numbers are, not the doctored up numbers that come out that have housing, food and energy removed?  How do you feel?

I know how I feel.  I wish I had bought a ton of gold back in June 1999 when it was selling for $258!  Ah well...what can one do?  What’s done is done.  Sigh.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 08, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

thresholds

Will and Don just went out the door to practice driving.  The dogs and I watched through the blinds of the side door windows.  After a few minutes I left my post to come in here and write.  Now Molly came into my room crying, nudged my elbow with her wet nose and padded out again to cry by the window.  I know how she feels.  Watching Will saunter down the stairs, stand for a moment outside of the car, looking around, then opening the door and getting behind the wheel, with such acceptance. None of the nervousness that was present when he first started learning.  “Oh my,” I’d thought.  “He’s so grown now.”

And then that feeling I get sometimes, swept over me.  It’s that threshold feeling I get whenever one of my children are on the cusp of the next stage in life.  A happy/sad longing.  A looking back and forward all at the same time.  It doesn’t matter what the stage is, their first tooth, the start of kindergarten, that tender age of 10-12, the graduating from high school, the going off to University, or the first apartment of ones own...These milestones are reached and then passed and then, if I am lucky, there are new ones coming up in the future somewhere, marriage, children, grandchildren. 

Molly has stopped pacing in front of the door complaining and has flopped on the stairs to wait until their return.  She won’t last it out though.  Something exciting will happen, something thrilling, like I’ll walk out of my writing room to get a fresh cup of tea, and then up Molly’s ears will go, and she will spring up with a smile, her tongue tumbling out from behind her teeth and she’ll follow me panting happily, prancing her furry paws.

Well, I’d better get to my writing now.  I’m so close to the end of this re-write that I can taste it.  It’s weird how that happens.  I’m driving, pushing to do it, work hard, get it done, and then all of a sudden, when I get close, it’s like I get almost scared.  Feel reticent about going in and finishing, because maybe I’ve just been fooling myself into thinking it’s good and funny and heartwarming.  Maybe it’s none of these things.  Maybe it’s really lame and badly written and won’t speak to anyone.  (Big breath) Oh well.  I’d better get to it.  Only a few more days.  It’s hard when you have to start thinking about sending something that you’ve worked so hard on out to strangers who might think it sucks.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, January 06, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Thank you for the after-the-holidays, pick-me-up!  (I hope I didn’t over hypenate this…James?)

We went by the post office and picked up the mail.  There was a large envelope from Pamela Osti.  Inside was a note and an abundance of emails and letters that you, my kind readers, had sent.  Thank you so much for taking the time to write, I loved reading what you had to say, and appreciate the lovely feedback. 

Unfortunately I can’t address all of them, but I’ve decided to pluck a few out to respond to.  I also wanted to share a short one with you.  It made me laugh and hug myself with happiness.  I’m not sure why, it just did. 

“I heard you read at the Parkdale Library.  I didn’t want to go because I thought it would be really boring but then I thought you were great!  After that I went with my class to the book store and got your book. 
I never liked a book before, other than Porcupine.  It was a really good book!  Please write some more about what happens after they see the porcupine.  I really need to know.”

This letter made me smile so big.  What I love most is when someone who isn’t a reader discovers the joys and magic of the written word.  And that it was my book that opened this world up for him is so special.  I get this type of comment or letter from students often and feel it makes all the hours I spend glued to my desk worthwhile.

J_________, I was very moved that you remembered me from the old WS days.  Thank you for the wonderful letter and for all the vivid memories that your words evoked.  As for the feelings of guilt that you have for the things you didn’t say to WS before she passed, that the last letter you wrote had something true of your life in it, telling her about the ring nose, is not necessarily a bad thing.  I imagine it was more of a gift.  Stretching her comfort zone a little past her narrow confines of what was appropriate and what was not.  That you wrote at all, when most didn’t.  We don’t know what her response was.  Perhaps she shook her head and harrumphed a little.  Okay.  Well, good.  Here is a woman who is close to death and maybe your letter caused a jolt of feeling, an emotion, something more real than the world of plies and pink tights.  Perhaps it brought the outside world in for a moment.  And can you imagine what she would have said, or thought, had she read either Singing Songs or Gemma?  Gadzooks.  No.  You wrote what was true in your life at that moment.  That is a gift.  Not something to be ashamed of.  And who knows who she was in her private life.  Maybe she even laughed and remembered a time in her youth when she was impetuous and in love.  With affection, Meg

Naomi, Thank you for your lovely email.  I hope you have been able to find my book.  I’m glad you enjoyed the reading so much. (I thought it was cool that my bookmark matched your braces too!)

Thank you Jackie B.  I’m glad your daughter was so taken by Porcupine.  I found my visit to her school very moving.

Carolyn, your email made my day!  I loved the image of Kendall coming home and keeping your family up-to-date as to what was going on with Jack when her class was reading Porcupine.  Loved it. 

And Donna from Surrey, good luck with your book!

Barbara, from the Village Books reading, no worries, I understood where your comment was coming from.  There is nothing to forgive.

Liz and Sophie, thank you for the lovely note.  I am so glad my voice made a difference.  xo

Stephen, I’m glad my blog reminds you of home and makes you feel warm.  Your email had the same effect on me. 

Thank you Marisa, I’m glad my blog makes you happy.  Very sweet the whole Thanksgiving reference.  ( Just curious, are you the one who gifted me with the beautiful painted turtle when I was on tour for Gemma?)

Hi Kellye, I’m glad you’ve found how writing can fill a heart. 

Jane, your daughter sounds very lucky to have you as a mum.

Elise, Thanks for the update.

Alysha, Thanks for your email.  You could try checking my books out in the library.  If they are already checked out maybe you could put your name on the waiting list.  I’m sorry,( but to be honest, I’m happy too,) that your friend loves my books so much that she won’t let anybody touch them.  Wow. 

Thank you Edgars for you email, I’m sorry that you’re sad that I’ve stopped acting.  I must say however, that it is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Several people have also written requesting autographed pictures.  Unfortunately I don’t do that anymore.  However if you find your way to one of my readings and bring a picture, I’d be happy to sign it for you at the end. 

That’s all for now.  I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to respond to everybody, but know that I enjoyed reading the ones that Pamela passed on.  Thank you for all of the good wishes. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, January 05, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

the writing life

We are going to be leaving in a few minutes to do some errands, so this will be short.  The writing is plowing forwards despite all my worries and hand wringing and feeling that this re-write will never be done, but now here I am.  I’ve worked hard on it, poured my heart into it and now I’m maybe a week away from the end and I just don’t know.  I hope it’s good.  I hope it speaks to someone other than me.  But I don’t know if it will.  We’ll see.  It seems weird to be seeing the end of the tunnel looming. 

Speaking of writing, Ken, we haven’t gotten your pages yet.  Don’t worry.  You can send them as late as you like tonight.  We’ll wait up for them.  Aren’t you glad you invited me to join your group?  Heh...heh...heh…

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, January 04, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

The retreat is over, but the writing has just begun…

Over the dinner table Ken and I were marveling over how the time had flown and James said a little wistfully, “I feel like Cinderella and I have to return to my pumpkin,” and I felt so moved and touched and lucky and truly blessed that I am in the place I am in my life.  That I have the space and freedom to write every single day. 

We stayed up after midnight last night reading our new pieces, discussing writing, life, what we hope to accomplish. 

This was a truly wonderful time.  James wrote the first 20 pages of a new manuscript and the work is good and very exciting.  Ken jumped off the cliff in a big way and is diving deep in this new novel that I believe, if he continues to work hard and be brave and go to the page on a daily basis, that this might be the one that breaks through.  Don wrote wonderfully of course.  He always does.  He’s working on the notes his editor gave him.  His book is very, very good, but we all know that already.  And then there is me!  The help and feedback my friends gave me on The Big Muckle was so insightful and valuable and truly are going to make this manuscript that much better!  So thank you my friends.  I feel very lucky to have participated in your group.  I know it was the three muskateers, but thank you for letting me participate and tag along.  It was a wonderful five days, including the getting up this morning at 3:45 a.m.  All of us chatting in the car, driving to the airport in the dark.  Okay...I was chatting the most, but that’s because I didn’t want you to think I was grumpy at having only a couple of hours of sleep.  The idea of getting up so early and driving to the airport sucks.  But the reality was, it was so cozy.  Don driving, the two of you flopped in the back, groaning softly from sheer fatigue.  Me babbling away, trying to be interesting so Don wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel.  But something even more.  I don’t know why, but it felt real special, the tires whirring on the wet road, the whole world asleep.  Whizzing to the airport in one third the time it normally takes.  The darkened car, the slush falling, the windshield wipers slopping it away.  And then of course our scintillating conversation.  Because we are all wordsmiths.  What other kind of conversation could we have?  Even in the wee hours of the morning. 

So you wordsmiths, now that you’re safely home, do what you promised, to yourselves and us.  Write those books, so the rest of the world can share in these stories and disappear into these worlds you are creating.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, January 02, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

sometimes cake is more exciting than writing…

It’s funny, I’m more than two thirds of the way through this rewrite, flying along, reaching the end seems attainable, doable sometime in the not so distant future and then all of a sudden everything seems to grind to a halt.  Sure I wrote some more, managed to force myself to chain my body to the desk, but each paragraph is taking what feels like hours and even then I know that tomorrow I’ll look at what I’d thought I’d managed to fix and think… What?  Are you crazy?  This is no good!

Yesterday I could reach out and touch the end of the book.  I was already missing working on it.  But today?  The forty or so pages I have left to re-work seem like an impossible feat.

Ah...don’t you love the writing life?

Well, back to the desk.  We aren’t eating until 7pm so I have a least another hour of hacking away at this thing before I have to start cooking.  I’m making chicken and mushroom crepes with a Madeira cream sauce.  (Another invention of mine.) Yum!  Oh, and speaking of yum, last night I made us a sponge cake with a mixed berry compote and homemade whipped cream (actually, everything was homemade, but when you say “homemade whipped cream” it sounds so much better than just saying “whipped cream") Anyway, it was delicious and I just went out into the kitchen to sneak myself another piece and the whole thing was gone, the platter licked clean.  I wasn’t too surprised though, seeing as how I probably ate way more than anybody else.  Sigh.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 01, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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