Invitations/The Village/Ice Weasels

I hate it when this happens. Last week on my way home from work, I thought of something cool to talk about here, and I didn't write it down. So, of course, I forgot what it was. Then this weekend, I remembered again but didn't write it down (you'd think I'd learn, right?). Oh, well, my only consolation is that when I remembered it this weekend, I distinctly recall saying to myself, that idea wasn't as cool as I remember. That's the way it always works for me. If I don't write it down, I forget. Then I torture myself about what a good idea it was, if only I could remember. Inevitably when I do remember, it's never as cool as I thought it should be for all the angst. Okay, yes, I am crazy : )

But on to the real topic(s):

-Invitations were sent out for the book party and I'm already getting responses of people saying they will come -- yea!!! Once I've got the list of attendees, then I have to start worrying about food and prizes. Oh, yes, there will be prizes.

-The Village: saw it this weekend though it wasn't really on my list to see, and I ended up thinking it was okay, which surprised me. It's nothing like the Sixth Sense or Signs, both of which I loved. But it had it's good points. Ron Howard's daughter did a great job! And I liked the romance that developed between Joaquin Phoenix's character and her (she? I suck at certain parts of grammar -- this is one of them)

-Meg Cabot has a great blog entry about ice weasels -- her term, not mine, though I totally understand what she means. You'll have to click on the diary link to read it because I'm at home and can't figure out quite how to open another window to get the exact link without losing this blog entry -- yes, I am a techno-loser. : )

But basically, the point of her entry is that writers never stop worrying. Which made me laugh, given Ed's comment on my entry last week. Yep, Ed, writers worry about every stage in the writing process. We agonize over everything. And, if anything, it seems to me only to get worse with the idea of publication. Because when it's a document on my computer, I can make changes. Once it's given over to the printer (as The Silver Spoon was this weekend), it's given a sort of permanence that totally freaks us out. Because nothing is ever perfect. It has taken me years to understand that, because as a reader, you don't ever see anything else but the version in the book you're holding. When the writer rereads his/her own story, they see the places where scenes were removed or added, characters changed or the occasional typo still persists. It's like looking at the inside of your clothes as you put them on -- you see all the seams. But the rest of the world only sees the smooth side out, the finished side. So can you blame us if we're a little crazy, the teensiest bit neurotic? We're afraid that you'll see our seams. Pull at the loose thread that we somehow missed. Or that you'll hate it all together. Aaaack!

But I like Meg's solution. Sleeping on a bed with several dogs curled up next to you (unless, of course, you are allergic!) She's right; they don't worry about much of anything except their next meal and who will pet them. So, they've definitely got something right!

Have a great night. Talk to you tomorrow!