Words Written: “Breakfast in Bed” ~800

I made up a poem this morning:

The milk has gone bad
I am very sad

(Give me a break—I obviously hadn't had my morning shot of caffeine via tea.)

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We have new living room furniture. Completely unplanned, so it's still something of a shock.

Yesterday morning I went to the chiropractor's for my latest back wonkiness. Ken drove me to Santa Barbara and we stopped in a grocery store to pick up milk for work (else I would have written that poem yesterday…). And the grocery story, of all places, had pretty wooden Mission-style living room sets for half price-loveseat, two chairs, and a coffee table. Who knew? We bought one set, and having installed it already, have determined that we need a second set, because the furniture is much smaller and lighter than what we previously had.

It's still a temporary measure, because we're decorating the main rooms in more of a late-Victorian/pre-Craftsman style, but these technically go with the house, and they're far, far better than what we had. They'll last us a few years until we can splurge on a big expensive sofa. Most importantly, we now have a ton of entertaining space, which will be much appreciated for upcoming parties.

The shopping frenzy didn't end there. After work, we went out and bought a cordless handheld vacuum cleaner and some kitchenware items, and jotted down some notes to research rice cooker/vegetable steamers and baby/pet gates (the latter is because we're going to close off the living room/dining room area to the cats when we're not in there, and there's no door between the kitchen and dining room). I think Ken will actually pick up those today.

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I wrote a long, rather rambly entry yesterday about my feelings after finishing my/our first to-be-published novel, but I suspect that in the end, I won't post it here. It's a little depressed, a little whiny, and while some of the introspection was useful and interesting for me, it's probably not for anybody else. Perhaps when I'm a little more distant from it, I'll summarize.

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Ken came up to Santa Barbara to buy the second set of furniture, and we went down the road and had a picnic on a cliff overlooking the beach. Gorgeous and relaxing and peaceful.

In other news, the wonderful and amazing Cat is giving us a rice cooker/veg steamer that she received as a gift and has never used! Cat rocks!

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You know what I want? (Other than Larry smothered in cheesecake, that is. Or to not have had Meglet, whom I miss so very much, call just as I was supposed to go into a stupid meeting.) I want other writers nearby. I want to go to a café or bookstore, and we'll both work, and occasionally pause to read something aloud or ask each other a question, and then we'll break and have a light lunch or some tea and scones, and go back to work for a few more hours. It doesn't even have to be another writer, really, just somebody who has some similar, focused work to do (computer work, studying). It doesn't even have to be in a café; it could be in my pleasant, comfy, pretty house with a pot of tea and Loreena McKennitt in the background. Whatever.

Sigh.

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Ken kidnapped me after work, fed me Baja Fresh (leftovers for breakfast, too!), and took me to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Oh my my my. Was that not the sexiest movie ever? Almost too much eye candy-where to look first? Look, I'm sorry Brad and Jennifer broke up in the sense that it's always sad when a marriage breaks up, but could Brad and Angelina please officially get together, because they are going to have the most beautiful babies in the world. Must own movie. Must own soundtrack. Must not think too hard about Brad and Angelina making the babies, because then I won't be able to sleep.

Now it's already past my bedtime, and I'm not going to get anything else done tonight. I'm not sure exactly how much I wrote today, so I'm putting an estimate up there, and all I can say is, it was me trying to force big words through a very small hole. Tomorrow will be better, dammit.

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Currently Reading: Time Management from the Inside Out, Julie Morgenstern; Queen of the Slayers, Nancy Holder (chronicling what happens after the last episode of “Buffy”)
Lately Listened To: Gowan, The Good Catches Up
Recently Watched: Mr. & Mrs. Smith