Emily’s first week down, fifty-one more to go

Well, my week planning my daughter’s schedule is over.  And I find I am both relived and wistful all at the same time.  I’m glad that it went relatively smoothly.  Ahem… if one doesn’t count a late evening visit to ER, a cut foot, an hour dentist appointment morphing into 8 hours of terror, anxiety and tears, staggering around town drugged out on some kind of tranquilizer the dentist gave her, putting Emily at risk for God knows what. 

BUT other than that, it was a pretty happy, good experience.  I’m really glad I did it.  Really glad.

ALTHOUGH, there is this,(and excuse me Ptolemy, if you happen to read this, but I am her mother, and really!) weird guy, Ptolemy (is that his real name?  Or an acquired one?)  Who is requiring Emily to only eat the foods found in a short story by… Oh god, it’s too complicated to describe.  You’ll have to go to her site and read it for yourself. 

How he came up with such a scheme?  I have no idea.

When I read it, my stomach dropped.  I thought, “The authors he’s mentioned don’t write cookbooks for crying out loud!“  I was worried that Emily was going to starve!  But then I reminded myself that on the eve of starting her Ptolemy madness, I treated her to a seafood feast, so even if all she could find mention of was a crust of dry bread in her short story, at least she would have a nice store of food in her belly from the night before, and starvation was impossible in two days time. 

After I calmed down from my panic, the whole week sounded rather interesting.  Sort of like a literary scavenger hunt. 

Well, I’m off to my editing.

And for those of you who are wondering.  Yes, I have written, worked way more on my manuscripts, since I have cut back on blogging so much. 

So, this is how I’m going to work it.  When I’m working on an edit, I will blog around like I am doing now.  When I dive into a new piece, I probably won’t blog at all.  When I am free and easy, and taking time off from my projects, I will blog more frequently than even you would like.  But what-the-hey, this isn’t like my daughter’s life where I was in charge of one week.  I get to tell myself what to do, blog or not blog, make plans, or cancel them whenever I damn well please!  Wheeee!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, July 17, 2009 in Chewing the Fat

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