I miss you so much.

Love,

Megala

It is Liz’s birthday today, and last Saturday, Liz’s BFF Marianne arranged a gathering of Liz’s friends and fans. Go here to see photographic evidence.
I gotta say–to don my goober hat for a minute–it’s been so great getting to be friends with Liz in the past few months. Where else could I find someone what hates scatalogical humor, loves Brits and glitter as much as I do, and is willing to shlep out to Brooklyn to crack the writing whip?

Love that woman.

And Liz’s book comes out in a week, so perhaps you’d like to pick it up?

I survived. I cannot go into details–I might feel nauseated again–except to say that apparently I do not enjoy amusement park rides. But I am a very good mom. A very good mom, indeed.

And I loved both Wall-E and Hellboy II: The Golden Army.

And right now VH-1 is showing the MOVIE I HAVE SEEN MORE THAN ANY OTHER MOVIE IN THE WORLD–EVER–WHICH IS THE LAST WALTZ starring The Band. One of my first major crushes was on guitarist Robbie Robertson. Like, major, wrote a fan letter, played all the records all the time, got into so many other groups because of the Band, which remains one of my favorite groups. And the best scene, the one with the Staples Singers, is on now. Sigh. Love that Mavis.

So I am chilling. Yay.

Only another 364 days until Birthday #10. Double yay.

Today I just couldn’t stand myself any longer, and I opened up The Dreaded Synopsis. Yup, still sucky. I tweaked, which mostly meant deleting whole chunks of text, and tried to make it appear as if it made sense.

Who knows if it does? Well, actually, I sent it to a couple of folks who might be telling me soon.

In other news, I went to Target yesterday and bought books (my thanks to Goedi, who mentioned that Minnesota does indeed have bookstores. No thanks for his sarcastic tone). I also bought a new pair of shorts, berry-colored madras, which made my cousin say I always dressed “interestingly.” She did mean it as a compliment, but I didn’t know it was that different. I am not conscious of trying to be different, I used to really dress outrageously, and I thought I was more normal now. It’s kinda cool I’m still not normal.

The Son is at sailing school today, and now that the Synopsis is done finished complete something, I can get back to creative writing. Friday is the Son’s birthday, and we will probably be going to the opening day of Hellboy II to celebrate. I not-so-secretly love that he is into that kind of dark, fantastic stuff.

In other words, and to make a long story short, and to cut to the chase, and other banal time cliches, I am really boring right now. It’s weird not to be insanely stressed.

Okay. More later. Aren’t you thrilled?

Megan

PS: No, the pic has nothing to do with anything. But it’s less boring than the text, no?

So, in a once-in-a-millennium event, I went out last night with a group of friends. It was fun, but the best part mighta been right before the main event:

Bartender, asking me and my friend where we were going next: What’s after this?

Me and Friend: Jekyll & Hyde.

Bartender: No, really. Where are you going?

Us: Really.

Bartender: Where’s your friend from?

Me: You’re gonna say New Jersey or something, right?

Bartender: Or Connecticut. Some place like that.

Us, sighing: Yeah. Jekyll & Hyde.

Happy Birthday, Picky Vegetarian!

Today is my dad’s birthday (just in case you couldn’t tell from the post title). He is coming to Brooklyn today, yay, and tomorrow I will be taking him for a special birthday treat.

Meanwhile, I know he has some fans here, so show Dad some love in the comments!

One of my closest mom-friends I’ve known since our sons were in pre-K. They’ve been friends ever since, and now they are both finally in the same class again.

It was just her birthday, and the Hates To Socialize With Stupid People, so Likes These Folks Spouse and I went to the friend’s house for her celebration. I brought her a copy of the Introvert and the Extrovert In Love, which I thought was funny, because she is Miss Chatty, and her husband (whom I like a whole heckuva lot, too) is Mr. Dour.

Apparently, I thought it was funnier than they did. I am so in the doghouse. He is not an introvert, it seems, just a moody Irish faux- bordering on near-alcoholic. My bad.

I shouldn’t be allowed to parties after all.

The Son, the MIL and I are at the Jersey Shore, where dial-up is King. So  I haven’t been able to as blithely jump around the internet, because the freelance duties require actual work (which is also blithely jumping, but this time WITH A PURPOSE).

So thanks to everyone for their kind birthday wishes, and their kind words about my teeth (which really do scare small children, but that’s okay). And the agent hunt continues, words on that when it is further along, and I am reading Barbara Hambly (SandyL is smiling), and the MIL, well, I’m a nice woman.

So let’s see. It’s been raining for almost three days here, which is a drag, but I am happy, ’cause I’ve been getting enough sleep and I don’t have to do dishes. It doesn’t take much.

More later–

Megan

Today is my birthday, which is cool. I got to have:

a) a trip to a used bookstore (Lee Child, Julia Finlay-Spencer [thanks, Delightful Phone Friend!], Mary Janice Davidson, Bernard Cornwell, Julia Quinn, among others)

b) a peanut butter creme donut

c) most of a chocolate-covered custard-filled donut

d) lots of hugs from the Son

e) to stand in the cold rain on the beach while the Son played in the surf

f) to run and listen to the iPod (Scritti Politti! Go Green!)

g) to wear my new black sweatshirt hoodie

h) listen to my mom singing “Happy Birthday” on my answering machine. She usually forgets my birthday, so that was cool.

i) um . . . a year past 42.