THE DAY
Pretty much spent traveling. I was tired after all the events yesterday but pumped, too, because the kids were so enthusiastic and a few have already gotten in touch. Still.
Spent much of the night awake, though. I think I got . . . four hours? Then I woke up at about 2:30 and just stayed wake. Had coffee, got ready to go, met my ride in the lobby at 4:30. Early flight out and then back here around 2. I wish I could say that I was just so jazzed to be back, but that would be a lie.
Spent the rest of the afternoon doing errands, going to the gym, doing laundry. The husband’s also coming back from a meeting and is due home in about a half hour, so I’m getting together some dinner and, most importantly, that proper Friday’s Cocktail on Saturday. Thinking I might try a Derby.
Did a fair amount of reading on the plane, though, so that was good. Thought some more about the new book and how I want to structure it. Had kind of an interesting discussion on that with a woman at the conference who wants to write but really hasn’t considered how thrillers are different from mysteries or romance or literary fiction (broadly speaking). Genres have specific tropes and expectations, and they really have different rhythms, too. It’s not as cut-and-dried as all that because most books are mash-ups of one form or another, but almost everyone can tell the difference between, say, a thriller and romantic suspense. Or a straight-up mystery and police procedural. Again, it’s not as bald as I’m making it sound, but you do have to understand the differences because readers do expect certain elements.
Other than this blog and responding to the kids who got in touch . . . no other words.
Blog Post: 420
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What I’m Watching:
Bosch, though why is unclear. It’s not horrible, but it’s not particularly interesting either. It passes the time while your brain craves oxygen.
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What I’m Reading:
Articles on extinct Indian tribes; ghost legends; picked up Abandon again by Blake Crouch. It is not a spectacular read; it is, in fact, riddled with grammatical and typographical errors, and sloppily plotted. It is also, however, relatively mindless and easy on the eyes like, say, Fabio’s abs.
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What I’m Listening to:
Nothing at the moment. Eventually. Probably once I run out of anything to actually watch, I’ll start listening to a book. My problem is that once I start thinking about my own stuff, I need silence, especially in the car.
