photos above by Bella Cirovic
If there is anyone out there is still wondering who the most over-indulged pets on the planet are, I trust these photos will settle that question once and for all. Am so busted.
Happily so, I will admit. Bella came up last weekend and we had so much fun tooling around Providence--- we just had so much damn fun. Who knew we could both sing all the words to "The Emperor's New Clothes"? She just sent me a sweet slideshow of photos she took of me and the dogs and said I could share it with you. She is beyond talented, but you already knew that. You can check it out here: Bella's Slideshow
I know it was only seven days ago, but it feels like lifetimes have gone by since then.
Monday night, my dear friends Ally and Natalie spent the night at my place while Nat checked out the local college scene. And then, the big sequester began on Wednesday which was like dropping into a rabbit hole of nothing but writing hours on end with only stops for food and yoga--- it poured rain two of the days so I could even shrug my shoulders at the dogs and say, "hey, no walk today-- nothing I can do."
It was, heaven.
instagram by Camille DeAngelis
Above is a photo that captures a moment that is so precious to me and I cannot believe there is a record of it. Camille snapped this exactly as I was transcribing the very last scene of the novel. Oooof. It is still in rough draft to be sure, but right now stands at 361 pages. Done.
Boo-yah. The only kind of bummer (mostly just a hit to my ego that I am adjusting to slowly but surely) is that Camille broke the news to me Friday night after I reached the proverbial "beach" that the novel I had been writing lo these many years is not, in fact, literary fiction, but a YA novel.
*insert scrunchy face of displeasure*
Oh well. Whatever. It is what it is. And hey-- isn't A Wrinkle In Time one of my most favorite books ever? Why yes, yes it is. So there's that.
Tonight, I am writing to you from my office as the plan was to print out a couple copies, but I have been foiled. The printer up and died at page 230.
The dogs are clearly torn up about this.
Me? I'm not sure whether to laugh or not. This printer has been with me for FIVE years! Do you have any idea how much printing it has done. Oh my holy god. It has done me yeomen service and then some. I always expect it will meet its maker during prep for a Squam gathering-- but no.
I know some of you could think this is a bad omen-- but I am choosing to see it as part of all the brand-new beginnings going on around me right now.
R.I.P. Canon MP640 you delivered in spades.
And now? It is 11:11 pm by the clock here and time for me to call it a wrap.
More on the flip side---