Last night Bob told me that many writers have a specific time to just sit and write. Like say, every day from 7:00 to 2:00 or when they finish 17 pages or whatever. They write, I’m told, anything, even if it’s crap. Hmm…I thought, I can do that, I can write crap for several hours a day. So, let’s begin.

I’m thinking of moving, selling my house in South Mpls and renting/buying a loft in NE Mpls. Air Traffic AirTraffic is the biggest reason, the other reasons, in no particular order are;

  • Basement – Hate, nothing good ever happens in the basement. I’ve always wanted to fill it up with cement.
  • Snow shoveling – Los argh, moving piles of snow from one location to another, in the freezing cold. Grrrrrrr and Brrrrrrr
  • Lawn mowing – an endless, thankless task but at least it’s warm and the smell of freshly mown grass is a particular favorite of mine.
  • No shower – Older homes, what’s a gal to do? I’ve been taking baths for 20 years, I want a proper shower.
  • Did I mention NO BASEMENT?

Here is what I have in mind

Plus, Nordeast is hip (not unlike myself), lively, diverse and exciting. I could do with a bit of excitement.

More Crap

Remember the clock I talked about yesterday, the one with Stephen Fry’s delightful voice gently arousing one from slumber? Well, I went back to the web site just to make sure I didn’t want the clock and happened to catch some reviews on Amazon. Seriously, I couldn’t be happier. As it turns out, the clock ticks too loudly (OMG, I loathe the tickity, tick, tick of a stupid tickity, tick, ticking clock) and sadly, SF’s voice is too quiet to arouse even the lightest of sleepers. The best part is that it doesn’t go off at any precise time; it sounds roughly 10 minutes either way of the set time.  I’m so relieved I didn’t spend $80 on that, but it’s such a disappointment, what a great idea.

I got my hair cut too short. It makes my ass look big.