So a couple of nights ago we watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which of course I wanted to see because of the hotness of Hugh Jackman, plus I always liked Wolverine, back when the Soon-To-Be Spouse and I watched the Saturday morning X-Men cartoons (Beast is my dream man, but that’s another story).

Wow, how disappointing. I could go over all the story duds, but I am sure people far more versed in X-Men lore have done that. My favorite part, though, has to be when the Kindly Old Couple(tm) say they couldn’t leave him in the barn because it was too cold–and then in practically the next scene he’s in the barn with no shirt on! Does he run hot or something? And if so, why make a point of mentioning the barn is hot? And that wasn’t nearly the only time the guy shed his upper layer. I like me some Jackman chest, but it got to be ridiculous. And Swiss cheese shoulda been insulted at all the plot holes. I liked Liev Schrieber as Sabretooth, though.

Before that, the Super-Smart Lawyer and I watched Lost In Austen, which we both quite enjoyed–it starts out slow, but really gets engrossing after maybe half an hour.

And in case you think all I do is sit around watching movies, I have done edits on half my book, the removing the Two Big Plot Threads, at least. Then I get to stitch it all back together. Yikes.

Okay, first off, is my entire life RUN BY LYRICS? Because I thought ‘oh, I’m gonna write about something serious, way more substantive than what I usually blather about’ and the first thing that pops into my head is that stupid Jermaine Jackson song! Which I then had to google to discover it was Jermaine who sung it in the first place (not that lazy ass Tito), and now it’s stuck in my head.

But anyway.

Today I wrote, nearly 2000 words, on what I am grandly calling the women’s fiction contemporary. Although it’s really contemporary romance, only it was FOUR–count ‘em four–points of view, so it’s broader than straight contemp, I think. And I am trying to figure out the overriding conflict, and it’s just–the conflict is just LIFE and living it, and my characters muddling through. I need to throw in some extra drama, too, so I am trying to make it about money, which is always a motivating factor.

And the new Park Slope Mom book has just come out, to much excitement, optioned by Sarah Jessica Parker and stuff, and I keep wondering if there are any legs to my Mothering Heights book, which has a similar–albeit not as wide in scope–premise, or if that book is just self-indulgent Megan being funny without an overriding conflict (sense a theme?). My agent likes the book, but doesn’t rep those kinds of books. Not sure what the next step is. Or maybe there is no next step.

Of course I am torn in a gazillion directions, because there’s this shiny historical project that is so much FUN to write, not like this 100+ page thing with no O.C. (shorthand for overriding conflict, you know) with which I am currently wrestling. But the 100+ page thing is good, I think, and funny, and if it works into something bigger, could be a real book.

Blecch. And, as usual, I have to go resume being Mom and save the writer angst until later. Or keep it inside my head where it is normally.

Geez, this is a long post for me, huh? I must be really agitated.

Thanks for letting me share.

There are things that I just Do Not Get. Like:

–the Pythagorean Theorem
–how to read a compass
–contrast color shirts (where the collar is white, and the shirt is not; for reference, see any dogmatic white politician or Donald Trump. Shudder).
–texting while eating with someone.
–Ayn Rand
–and annuals.

And it’s the last item that is giving me fits. See, we have a backyard and a front area with a little bit of earth. Cool, right? We’ve got growing things and it is a pleasure to look out in the morning and see the rose bushes. But apparently there are plants called “annuals,” which you plant every year, and then wrench out of the earth when they die, because they do not come back. WTF? So every year you have to head to your local gardening center and pony up cash for plants that bloom once, and are then gone? The Understands Annuals Spouse pointed out that the 12 or so dollars he spent on pansies were well worth it, since they lasted for a few months and I smiled every time I saw them. But still. THEY’RE NOT COMING BACK. And we have to do that whole gardening thing each time.

Just baffles me.

I am gonna post something today, because I am feeling kinda lonely on out here in Brooklyn, and I wanted to talk to someone. Even if someone means I am typing on a white screen and thinking a coupla random people might read it (someone found me here by searching for “pictures of loving couples.” Um. Move along, Me and The Guy are SO not those people. Dude hardly ever smiles in pictures. Or in real life, for that matter).

I am 50 pages into the contemporary, wrestling with all kinds of stuff, like my writing process, my time management (someone else found me by searching for “SAHM time management.” HA!), my characters, voice, future, goals, etc. A whole lotta stuff.

I need to find time to write, which will mean watching fewer movies, reading fewer books, wasting less time online. I am missing my friends, particularly the Super-Smart Lawyer, whom I haven’t seen in too long (hi! if you’re reading this. She never comments here, so I don’t know). So I am going to make time for that, but I am going to do that whole ‘reaching down inside myself and figuring WTF is important, and forget the other stuff’ thing I am usually a miserable failure at.

Okay. Off to do that. Thanks for listening.

You know what? Things have been hard lately, for a variety of reasons.

Reasons which kept me up last night, so I got up out of bed and went downstairs to make a huge cup of tea. ‘Cause nothing says solving problems like a hot, caffeinated beverage with milk and sugar.

Sat down in front of the TV. Of course, nothing to watch, because, hello, it was 3 in the morning. So I clicked on The Last Dragon, a movie I’d seen back in the ’80s heyday of Prince and his coterie.

And I am hoping that watching that, last night, at 3 in the morning, is the lowest I will ever go.
Cases in point:

1. The two leads each have only one name: Vanity and Taimak.
2. William H. Macy plays a sleazy promoter-type.
3. The “Shogun of Harlem” is named Sho’Nuff.
4. Debarge.
5. The full title of the film is “Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon.”
6. I saw this movie IN THE THEATER when it came out.
7. The hero is obsessed with kung fu, and eats popcorn with chopsticks.
8. Vanity’s

shoulder pads are bigger than my head.
9. Oh, lord: A remake of the movie is currently in the works, with Samuel L. Jackson assuming the role of Sho’nuff.
10. It was 3 in the morning! I was watching a cheesy kung fu movie from the ’80s! With Prince’s ex (apparently, Prince originally wanted her name to be Vagina. Yeesh!)

So I’m on the subway, heading towards Penn Station and some son picking up/dropping off shenanigans, and I hear the guy next to me answering a question posed to him by the guy on the other side. It’s clear they don’t know each other.

Guy Next To Me: Dry ice? Not sure; maybe an ice cream store? Or there’s that Halloween place on Broadway, maybe you can get it there.

Guy Next To Him: [asks another question]

Guy Next To Me: That’s chloroform. Like you see on the cartoons, that they use to make people pass out. Chloroform. No idea where you’d get that.

So–what the hell was the Guy Next to the Guy Next to Me planning?!? Dry ice and chloroform?