Why is it such a struggle to blog for me these days? I really can’t tell you, other than I’ve been crazy busy. Mostly the craziness has been writing related…making some decisions about my future, what I want to write, how much I want to write. I’ve turned in a proposal for a YA book to my agent that I’m waiting to hear on, and I’m working on a really exciting proposal for something very different than I’ve ever written before.
It all takes time, folks! Some days it’s a choice between a shower or making progress with my writing. Most of the time, the writing wins.
Okay, so I got tagged by Jackie Kessler (of the awesome HELL’S BELLES!) for 10 Random Things You Don’t Know About Me, but I did that here. So I stole another one from her site. Apparently it is the nameless tag, as there was no title.
What is in your refrigerator right now? On your bedroom floor? On your nightstand? In your garbage can?
In my refrigerator? Towels. Yes, I like my towels chilled. No actually, I have a leak in my dang refrigerator. Not sure where it’s coming from. Up. That’s all I know. All will seem fine, and then suddenly there is water everywhere, in the drawers, on the bottom, pooled on every shelf. Gotta get to the bottom of it. My bedroom floor: Um, do I have to say? Okay, clean clothes to put away. Dog hair and the dog attached to it. (Or not.) Magazine stacks I’m going through. Can I stop now? I’m not going to get any writing done if I keep thinking about what’s on my bedroom floor that needs to be taken care of. My nightstand holds 4 books, a teddy bear WaterGuy gave me for Valentine’s day, chapstick, my old cell phone that I use as an alarm clock, and 1 earplug. Yes, only one, as the other ear is on the pillow which mostly drowns out WaterGuy’s snoring.
Look at your feet. Describe what you see there. Do you wear dress shoes, gym shoes, or none at all? Are you in socks that are ratty and full of holes? Or are you wearing a pair of blue and gold slippers knitted by your grandmother?
Medium blue socks. Nothing else. Hate shoes. Only wear when I have to.
When you think of your childhood kitchen, what smell does you associate with it? Sauerkraut? Oatmeal cookies? Paint? Why is that smell so resonant for you?
I don’t smell anything. Not sure why. I do remember the avocado-green refrigerator, though. That stands out in my mind for some reason. Oh, and the pantry with the tippy-toppy shelf where my mom unsuccessfully hid cookies from us kids. I think we all used the same method of procurement, though. Count the cookies and take only an amount you are sure won’t be missed. For example, if there are ten cookies, you could easily take 1-2 and no one would notice. But if there were only 2 left, taking 1 would be pretty obvious, so you were out of luck. The problem came from three kids all using the same method, until what once was 20 cookie was down to 2-3, and then Mom came unglued. We hadn’t coordinated efforts well enough to keep from getting caught.
You are doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for you to throw out? What is difficult for you to part with? Why?
The last time I “spring cleaned” was in October when we found the mice in our pantry. And under our sink. And the utensil drawer. I pretty much threw out everything that wasn’t washable. I actually love throwing things away…I just don’t do it often enough. I wait until the Labor and Industries threatens to visit for providing my children with unsafe working conditions, and THEN I clean out the closet full of crap we don’t need anyway so that it won’t fall on their heads when they take out the vacuum cleaner.
It’s Saturday at noon. What are you doing? If you’re eating breakfast, what exactly do you eat? If you’re stretching out in your backyard to sun, what kind of blanket or towel do you lie on?
Saturday at noon? Probably typing an appendectomy and praying to the Writing Gods to hurry up and take me away from this career. And who’s eating breakfast at noon? I’m on at least my second meal of the day by then.
What is one strong memory that has stuck with you from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting?
Our trips to Crescent Beach up on the Olympic Peninsula. It was this great, quiet bay of water, and we always had the best time there. The campground is a private one now, or I’d take my own kids up there. It had the best A-framed bait shop that sold ice cream bars, tide pools on one side of the dock, a beach with driftwood on the other. I fell off the dock once and remember seeing the flounders swimming on the bottom with their one eye blinking up at me before my dad jumped in fully clothed to save me. I remember his cowboy hat and cigarettes floating on the water and having to be rescued, too. I remember the time we were playing with canoes and having a race, around the dock and back to shore. Just as my cousin and I got to shore, our canoe turned sideways and a wave dumped us in. Once we found a giant jellyfish on shore that looked just like a giant fried egg. When I was about 10, my 2-yo sister and I got chicken pox the first morning of our camping trip, which was also her birthday. We had to go home. I had breath-holding contests with my grandpa there. My brother rolled over in bed in our tent trailer and landed on the ground outside because my parents forgot to secure the tent to the bed of the trailer. There was a giant wooden checkerboard that we loved to play with. The pieces were so big you had to pick them up with 2 hands. Down a dirt road was Agate Beach which was the polar opposite of Crescent Beach. There, the water was huge ocean waves and the beach was solid rocks. We’d sit for hours digging through the rocks and saving our agate treasures. I still have some around here. Ah. Great memories!
You are getting ready for a night out. Where are you going? What do you wear? Who will you be with?
A night out? That means I get to go to bed at a decent hour, right? So, I’m in my flannel jammies, with my husband, and I’m going to La-La Land. I’m such a party animal!