Monday, July 1, 2013

Thinking About Writing. Does That Count?

Paul Krendler: Jesus, Starling, what are you doing sitting in the dark?Clarice Starling: Thinkin' about cannibalism.-from the movie "Hannibal"
Let's see what I can do in 30 minutes.

Yeah. I'm on my lunch, and I just spent the first half of it surfing the net (mainly Facebook). It also took me forever to get into my frakkin Chinese chicken salad.

Yesterday was my only day off this week until Saturday (but I will be in Fresno that day visiting my father before he heads back to Oklahoma on the 8th). So I had to run errands (two of which I forgot since the heat made me bonkers... I'll be trying to do those today after work). I triumphantly made it to food after finding a pair of shorts (as well as a blouse on clearance). I had also spritzed some more Adam Levine on me before leaving Kohl's and heading to Panera (which was conveniently in the same lot). I ordered some tortellini and some soup and drank a frak ton of iced tea while I enjoyed the lovely A/C.

I thought about doing some writing while I was there, but I was stumped on choosing a girl's name. I wanted a name that was a girl's name but could be shortened to a boy's name. I've already used Sam and Charlie (my favorite go-to's). I thought about Jacky, Tony and Andy. Straying from Dani for some reason. Maybe I'll change my mind later.

But yeah, this girl is the main character of a story idea that I have about her going home for a bit where she's more accepted for who she is as opposed to where she was where she was being turned into something she wasn't. A part of that is the nickname which shows acceptance and comfort and love for who someone is.

But my brain stopped at the name since I had a scene in my head (still do) about an interaction between her and someone else. Can't write a scene when I don't know what to call the main person.

In any case, my sinuses made it impossible to function so I just put the notebook away, went through the rest of my food, hit the drugstore on the way home, and passed out. My cat (who I love most dearly) has the tendency to whine at me lately. It's not constant, but sometimes she'll hop off the bed to grab some water or food or whatever and then whine. I always ask her what's wrong... like she can understand me. But in any case, I feel like she just wants to be acknowledged. So I look at her, and she stares at me, and I check out the obvious things (cat box, food dish, water), and when everything is fine (which it usually is), I just look at her and ask, "What's up?" She's staring at me as if to say, "I'm on the floor. Why am I not on the bed with you?" I tell her, "You can come back up here. You know you can." Then she looks at me as if to reply, "I can? How?" I tell her, "You've done it before." Her look then seems to say, "I'm not sure if I can make it." I tell her she can. Then she whines one last time and then BOOM! - she's on the bed.

I understand the whining when I've been gone for a few days or all day cuz of work or something... since that's just "Mommy! I missed you! Sit down so I can sit on you and you can pet me!"

But when I'm in the room?

Perhaps if I had my own place where she could roam about wherever things would be different. As it is, I know she's very Mommy-centric. At an old place I had with a couple other girls, if I closed my door for any reason, and she wasn't in the room with me, she would HOOOOooooowwwwllll!!! Ugh. I love her, but it's like "Baby. Mommy loves you too much to muzzle you so PLEASE shut up!"

Okay. Times up.

Things I gotta do in the next few days: go to the bank, go to the post office, mail off car stuff, do laundry, make lunch, try to clean my room a bit, pack, sleep, drink lots of water, plot out my July 4th, go to the chiro... I think that's it (for now).

All right, time to post this thing and get back to work.

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!

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