Hi. I can’t sleep.
I just finished On Writing, finally. FINALLY. And, just as I feared, I can’t sleep. This is not because, as I’m sure is the case with other King stories, I fear that when my eyes close, I will be accosted by evil clowns or rabid dogs, but because my brain is now on Work Mode and will not shut up.
I have three more chapters left to rewrite, and then I’m going to edit the crap out of it, and then I’m going to print it out and edit the crap out of it more (with a red pen! and using proper proofreading marks!).
I have so many books to read that I don’t know where to start next. Miss K loaned me the first Sookie Stackhouse book, I have Ninth Ward almost finished somewhere, and I should probably read something blatantly YA next. Maybe Hunger Games. Shazam gave me Beauty and Spindle’s End for my birthday. Also, I really want to start Vernon God Little because I read the first few pages on Amazon, and it reminded me of Catcher In the Rye. (Can anyone else think of that book without thinking about Conspiracy Theory? No, just me?)
Also, while reading On Writing, I got the strange urge to re-read Ulysses. What is that? For real. You know, we spent an entire semester on Ulysses in my Brit Lit class senior year. Well, no. The entire semester save for a couple weeks, during which I “read” Malcolm Lowry’s Under the Volcano, but really, I only read a few chapters and then my brain was like, “No more. Seriously. I can’t believe I’ve been talking about Ulysses every MWF at 8:00 a.m. for a semester. Give me a break. Also, I cannot stand Stephen Dedalus. For the love of all that is holy, no.”
I’ve joined a critique group. I won’t say any more about that here, but it’s already helping me a lot. Hooray for confidence! I need to write a post about confidence, and how I don’t have a lot of it when it comes to my writing but have a strange lack of shame in other areas of life. Like having the nerve to ask my Brit Lit professor to meet and talk about my novel over coffee when I didn’t show up to his class half the time. (Yeah, I know. Bad Claire. But I did read the book and do the assignments and get an A.) Seriously, though: Ulysses at 8:00 a.m.? If that doesn’t horrify you, pick up a copy of Ulysses the next time you’re at a bookstore, and you’ll see what I mean. Make sure to ask the sales associate for help finding it, and maybe you’ll impress him/her, and maybe you’ll evoke his/her pity. Or maybe he/she will be like one of the intolerable pseudo-intellectuals in my Brit Lit class and sneer at you, “Ulysses? Try J for Joyce, you ignorant peasant.”
On a darker note, my dog jumped out the front door earlier today and attacked a puppy. I mean, no dogs were hurt in the making of this situation, but Amos (my dog) definitely made a bee-line for this pooch’s jugular. This may surprise those of you who know my dog. To people, he is an innocent (albeit hairy), affectionate mooch. To other dogs, he is a murderous cannibal.
Also, while out shopping today, I discovered that I cannot pull off Tina Fey glasses. A part of my nerdly heart wept.
Oh, also, I updated my “Meet Claire” page because I decided I didn’t like the original one anymore.
This has helped cure my insomnia. I am now sleepy. Good night.