The Paul Park zone has been active here all weekend. I forgot how much humor and awesome it contains…clearly a defense mechanism to protect oneself from unfairly bright memories once you are no longer in the Paul Park zone.
Unfortunately, the Paul Park zone is not effective on the weather. It was eighty on Saturday–most dismaying, let me tell you. A few more days like that and I’ll be trying to bring the siesta into style up here.
In other news, the short story I was writing has bloomed into a full-fledged…er…I am not going to call it a novel yet. It is at least a novella (already broke the novlette boundary), and it clearly has aspirations toward YA novelship, but my inclination (seeing as I already have a novel-in-(now-suspended)-progress) is to fight every expansion that wants to creep in.
(Oh my. Has it been nearly two months? How time flies when you’re stressed tired deadlined working hard.)
3 responses so far ↓
Me // May 18, 2009 at 7:30 pm |
What’s two months? We barely noticed.
megthebookwyrm // May 18, 2009 at 9:08 pm |
Haha. Well, more accurately…I barely noticed. At least 2 people did notice, but not me. Until today, that is.
Anonymous // May 21, 2009 at 5:39 pm |
I’ve been checking diligently, only to find the yoghurt time and again, resulting in a sense of loss for the lack of fig and persimmons greek yoghurt. Get thee behind me, yoghurt entry!