The first step is admitting you have a problem.
My favorite old joke from many movies and TV shows is the one that goes, "Refusing to admit you're an alcoholic is the first sign you're an alcoholic!" and then the other guy says, "That's also the first sign of NOT being an alcoholic."
The reason this occurs to me is that I'm all listening to and reading food and nutrition books and trying to eat all healthy, and here I am sitting here with stale graham crackers and a tub of cream cheese frosting.
It is SO HARD to spread frosting on stale graham crackers. They're breakaway stale, not soft and mushy stale (I wouldn't eat them if they were mushy).
But... why?
Why?
And why am I sharing this?
In other news, after a lovely conversation (I came so close to using the word "convo") with Agent M, I am rip-roaring on a new project that has been seeping into my mind grapes. This is temporarily displacing Other New Project, which I had begun before my second round of revisions on BGDD, and which I was starting to ask myself hard questions about. After I decided to move forward with Project X, which is not the title, just a nickname, I was explaining to the husb my issues with Project W, which is not the title of the other book, just a nickname.
My point is that he said, "Why don't you set it in XYZ instead of ABC?" and I was like, "Ohhhhhh."
Sometimes, when the magic of writing isn't enough, we can use the magic of other people's offhand observations.
Will someone please come wrestle these graham crackers out of my hand? Or just, you know, crush them in my palm?
The reason this occurs to me is that I'm all listening to and reading food and nutrition books and trying to eat all healthy, and here I am sitting here with stale graham crackers and a tub of cream cheese frosting.
It is SO HARD to spread frosting on stale graham crackers. They're breakaway stale, not soft and mushy stale (I wouldn't eat them if they were mushy).
But... why?
Why?
And why am I sharing this?
In other news, after a lovely conversation (I came so close to using the word "convo") with Agent M, I am rip-roaring on a new project that has been seeping into my mind grapes. This is temporarily displacing Other New Project, which I had begun before my second round of revisions on BGDD, and which I was starting to ask myself hard questions about. After I decided to move forward with Project X, which is not the title, just a nickname, I was explaining to the husb my issues with Project W, which is not the title of the other book, just a nickname.
My point is that he said, "Why don't you set it in XYZ instead of ABC?" and I was like, "Ohhhhhh."
Sometimes, when the magic of writing isn't enough, we can use the magic of other people's offhand observations.
Will someone please come wrestle these graham crackers out of my hand? Or just, you know, crush them in my palm?
Labels: future projects, more is more, whining
posted by Katie Alender at
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7 Comments:
I think you're just having issues with the alphabet.
Katie, you wont learn it overnight; it takes time. Sesame Street is wonderful for the learning experience. Why, just ask my friend Gustavo. If he could read this last post of yours, he'd go, "Ay, Katie, you tho crathy."
Thomas
When you think about it, all writers have issues with the alphabet.
On a serious note...
You are absolutely right, Katie. An observation a neophyte like me overlooked.
Needless to say, I was just having some fun with your use of letters on this post.
BTW, I love 30 Rock.
I'm not saying this to flatter you, but I think all you folks who write are terribly under-appreciated. I'm not saying actors are unimportant, but I always had a profound admiration for those who came up with the ideas, and phrased just the right way to make the impact felt. It takes intellect and creativity to pull that off successfully.
Much luck to you with your new book.
Tom
Why thank you, Tom!
U R AOK.
Look, I've mastered five!
Cream cheese and graham crackers isn't healthy? Who sez?
Uh, Megan, that's cream cheese FROSTING.
I always think I would do fine if people just gave me some support. You see alcoholics who are given tons of support -- people steering them away from temptation at every turn. Everybody who knows I'm trying to lose weight keeps waving stuff in my face and reminding me that I'm not that fat. Is that fair?
Gee, how I miss graham crackers! There is nothing like them here.
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