Hey, I’m dedicating this post to Barb. She just tore a strip off me at book club for not posting this week. (Fine, she just asked me why I hadn’t posted—nobody’s crying themselves to sleep over my blog slacking.) My lame excuse was that I’ve been busy with my WIP, but the truth is I just haven’t had a single funny thought in days. Not that this has to be Jessica’s comedy hour, but nobody wants to read blah blah blah. What can I say—my husband’s been out of town and my sense of humor has been dampened by only communicating with people who think the word “bum-bum” is the most HILARIOUS thing in the world.
So here’s a rundown of my somewhat humorless week. Brace yourselves:
- I finished my edits and sent them to my editor. I’ve been refreshing my inbox every ten seconds since then. It’s crazy addictive. I don’t recommend it.
- I got a very unfortunate haircut. Luckily, I don’t like my hair enough in the first place to be all that sad. I fixed it up myself with some dull kitchen scissors, and it looks much better now. Two months and I should be back to socially acceptable.
- I celebrated Banned Books Week by hosting a book burning. Just kidding. I went to book club and talked about whether, when, and why violence is appropriate in YA, among other things. Hooray for Hunger Games! Definitely a bright spot in the week.
- Last but not least, I, um, got paid. For writing my book. It was surreal, and not at all ho-hum—the whole thing is still so unbelievable (I’m not just doing this for fun?)—but I celebrated by taking the aforementioned comedians for FroYo and the word “bum-bum” was said at least five times, just for laughs. Clearly I need some tips on celebrating.