Listmaker, Listmaker Make Me A List
1. My own personal jury is still out on those shoes. The Spouse doesn’t like them, so I’m not sure. Plus there’s that whole broke thing anyway.
2. Morbier cheese is quite stinky, and equally delicious.
3. Writing everyday isn’t as hard as I once thought.
4. Writing well everyday might be.
5. Damian Lewis is my new favorite redhead. Life is a great show, thank goodness it’s been renewed.
6. Tomorrow will be a tough day–my dad’s birthday. I’ll probably post something maudlin and goofy, so you’ve been forewarned.
7. I keep dreading November 20. And it’s not like I’m a Special Date kind of person, it normally doesn’t bother me, but I did see him every year around his birthday. This year, I won’t.
8. Okay, on to happier things. Lessee: I am reading the newest Elizabeth Hoyt, I needed something fluffy and romantic-y after finishing Jim Butcher. Dennis Lehane awaits after that, can not wait (and if that is true, why didn’t you read it right after Butcher? Because I needed a romance palate cleanser, that’s why. Pfft.).
9. The Knicks’ Nate Archibald is a testament to practice and will. He’s only about as tall as me, yo!
Whaddayou got?

November 20th, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Dear Megan:
Please remove #4 from your list. If writing were about writing well every day, there would only be about 6 writers in the whole entire world and they would together have a combined output of about .6 novels per decade.
What is the matter with you, girl? Writing is about re-writing. You know that.
Scolding over.
Save your change and get the shoes.