Rachael

My old email (and a group of associated addresses) turned off a while ago when we switched providers, and because it worked for so long AFTER I turned if off, I never thought to tell everyone to update their address book. I hear that I’ve missed some emails. (Actually, I didn’t really care much until I found out that I missed one from beloved Janine, and lord knows I don’t want to miss one from her.) And of course I can’t get into that old email inbox, so I can’t send the appropriate notification. So if I haven’t responded to something you’ve sent, will you resend? To yarnagogo at gmail dot com? Thanks!

ETA – Lala and just discussed whose blog is more boring today. She thought hers was until I told her the content of mine. I win!

A lot of Clara running and doing her patented floating-rump bump, and some of Miss Idaho leaping, and not enough (never enough) of Harriet being short and CUTE! (And me backing up like a crazy person to make Miss Idaho dance.) Thanks to Lala for her mad video editing skillz.

From Merlin Mann’s twitter:

Looking for the real "Ultimate Writing Productivity Resource?" Here you
go: "Go write. Now. Then do it again tomorrow." There’s your "hack."

Nice.

John Edwards. You let me down, man. What were you THINKING?

I mean, come on. Let’s just say he’d won in the primaries. Let’s just imagine that he was campaigning right now against McCain. Edward’s admitted affair and alleged love-child would have been made public now. And he would have HANDED THE COUNTRY over to McCain. Just like that.

Me, I don’t care who sleeps with whom. Knock yourself out. Knock someone else up. Ain’t my business if you do. And it’s never been my style to make morality judgments, because in all honesty, I just don’t care. But dude, keep it in your pants! How difficult can that be, really?

Because even though I don’t care who he sleeps with, a whole hell of a lot of the country does. And he would have lost the election over it. Easy.

His wife’s illness is not at issue here, and again, not my business, but ew. Just ew.

Bonus gripe! Two for the price of one!  The ABC headline is Democrats Move Quick to Lessen Damage of John Edwards Affair. Really, if your headline is already that long, it’s QUICKLY. Democrats move quickly.

Or not at all. Sheesh.

After three months. Back to real life.

First there was family tragedy that I didn’t write about.
Then there was Mom being sick. Then she died. You know all about that.
Then I was really sad.
Then I went up north for a few weeks to work the fire siege.
Then I came home and went right on working.
Then my first weekend was FULL of four days of Romance Writers of America conference.
Then I worked another week.

Today, I have off. All the way off.

I’m at the cafe. I’ve done my work for the day. It feels so good, so right, to be back here, surrounded by the same faces. The coffee guy remembered my single latte in a double bowl with one raw sugar order without being told, even though I haven’t seen him in more than three months. I got the last pumpkin carrot muffin of the day. It’s foggy outside. I’ve decided that Rufus Wainwright is the best writing music in the whole world.

Now I’m going to pack up and take the dogs for a much-needed walk. Maybe I’ll go look at desk chairs: mine is a piece of crap diner chair that I’m finally sick of. Maybe I’ll take a nap.

Maybe I’ll lie around near the microwave like this:

    Willie’s arms never fit.

I feel like I’m finally home.

You remember when you were in school and you liked someone and you tried to play it cool and then s/he asked you out (or you did the asking) and that person said yes? And you were all, "Cool. That’s cool. See you Saturday. Yeah," while you scuffed the sidewalk with your generic Ked? But really you were cartwheeling inside?

Cartwheel:
I HAVE AN AGENT!

I do. I have an agent. I have literary representation.

She knows about the blog, so I should roll easy. I should write, "I have an agent. Isn’t that nice?" But hi. You know me. I’m so excited. My agent is Susanna Einstein, with LJK Literary Management. I couldn’t be happier. Strangely, being represented by her has NOTHING to do with RWA or the conference I attended this week, but it just feels right. My god, I vow my allegiance to Romance and to the Republic for which it stands, and the next day I get a call from her! Certainly auspicious.

I will now be cool. I will now be collected.

(I think it might be a little late for that.)