Eeeeeeeeee....

Okay, I was trying to do that cool thing that where the title of the entry is the lyric of the song that's playing right at the moment. Unfortunately, my IPod selected one of my many Celtic songs and I think this one's in Gaelic. Or, barely discernible English. Either way, the only thing I'm getting out of it is "Eeeeee." Whether that's the first syllable of the word or the last or something in the middle...I have no idea.

I know that my daily diatribe has not been much with the "daily" bit this week. I was home sick on Tuesday with that weird stress stomach thing that happens to me sometimes. Every time I describe it to someone, everyone says it sounds like an ulcer. But it only acts up a couple times a year, much less since I cut out caffeinated beverages, and I've been having it since I was nine (the one and only time I ever pleaded to go to the hospital, shocking myself and my parents).

Course, that first time, I'd eaten an entire bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. One of the big bags. Oh yeah, thank goodness for the metabolism of a nine year old! So, for awhile, there was a belief that it was a food allergy, triggered by something in the chips. But I've had them lots of times since then and few problems. The only cure for this seems to be to lie in bed in the fetal position after drinking so much milk (it's basic instead of acidic and seems to do something to help) that your stomach is cold until the pain stops. The point of this was not to make you feel sorry for me (though, did it work?) but instead to say that there was a good reason why I wasn't blogging.

Funny thing that happened to me today. I'm working away, more or less, on two projects simultaneously, and sort of working on revising two others. The revising part is usually the part that's hardest on me. Because by the time I have gotten to the end of a book, I'm ready to put it aside. Even if I like it, I'm just...done with it. But unfortunately for me, that's not the way it works. At least for me. So, I have to give myself some time away from it, one, to work up enthusiasm for it again, and two, to give myself time to see the gaping holes in plot, etc. (per Stephen King's method.)

[Tangent -- I love how people are so quick to rip into Stephen King for being "a commercial writer," basically slamming him for his ability to create a good story and have people want to buy it, but the people saying this about how he's so popular for no good reason continue to spell his name "Steven." I mean, obviously, he's not popular enough if seeing his name in the front window of every book store still hasn't taught you how to spell his name correctly! *wicked grin*]

Back to my point, I've been giving myself time away from those two projects that still need to be revised, expecting not to be ready for that yet. But just today, as I was commuting and thinking about nothing in particular, someone from one of those projects showed up, though I guess he's never that far away, and I couldn't believe how much I'd missed this person. I mean, my heart ached. (Though, I think some of this is because I will always feel this way about this person, just one of those favoritism things that shouldn't probably be, but you can't help it nonetheless. I wonder if other writers experience this -- the favoritism thing, I mean.) I love it when visits like this happen. Sometimes moments like these actually show up in the finished project, and that's the best, to be able to share these moments in the fullest detail you can render them.

Yes, I am aware that it sounds like crazy central around here again. But I wanted to write about the moment because they are rare and beautiful when they happen. This is what you look forward to as a writer, and it always seems to happen when you're not expecting it. And yes, I'm deliberately being vague in identifying who came to visit. For those who are not aware, I actually have a whole myriad of people in my head. It's just that only one collection of them has been released upon the public in The Silver Spoon. (Still it wouldn't be hard to figure out who I'm talking about, particularly those of you who read my interview with GottaWriteNetwork a few months ago *grin*)

Time for me to go home and watch The O.C.! Yeah, I'd probably get a lot more revising done if I watched less television, but I can't help it...I'm addicted.