Looking forward to reading this next!
I was just about to go to bed the other night when I noticed a spider spying on me from the place where the wall meets the ceiling.
I am a big spider-releaser, except when I find them in my bedroom at bedtime. Then I am a spider-killer, because they should not have invaded my sanctuary. But I was feeling non-murderous, and besides, this guy was still in the bathroom. He had not crossed the boundary into my insect-intolerant zone.
I grabbed my son’s drinking cup and a clothes hanger, and I knocked him to the floor (the spider, not my son, hee!), then I trapped him under the cup, prior to relocation.
To my horror, I saw that my attempt at saving his life had resulted in a loss of limb! He was now a septopod instead of an octopod. Ack! His poor amputated leg lay pinned under the rim of the cup.
I actually cried out, “Oh no!” I carefully slid an envelope between the floor and the cup, so I could transport him downstairs and outside, but he was scrabbling around madly, and I think I probably injured him some more. When I lifted the cup with its paper cap, a sliver of space opened up and he fell out, fleeing on his remaining legs.
I put the cup over him again, and … well, there were no more tiny body parts as testament to my Brobdingnagian bumbling, but I have a feeling he was wondering how much longer I planned to torture him.
At this point I considered the squashing option.
But we had come so far, and suffered so much together, that I became fired with the determination to SAVE HIM.
And I did.
But I wonder if he got out into the wilds of my front yard and longed for death.
I’m working on two books at the same time. (Not the SAME same time, you know what I mean. Alternately.)
I’ve never done it before, and in fact, always believed that would be impossible for me. But I have two main characters demanding my attention, so what else could I do? I remembered castellucci’s writing-advice-in-five-words-or-less: “Don’t be precious.” And since I have an abhorrence of preciousness, I have knuckled down to the task.
I thought it would be really difficult to distinguish between the two voices. But it’s not. They are completely distinct. And in fact, when I get stuck on one manuscript, I switch to the other one. One is a rewrite of an old manuscript, so maybe that’s easier than working on two brand new ideas from scratch.
I haven’t been able to watch all the Olympics, but it was a joy to see Usain Bolt and Shelly-Ann Frazer run.
And what a tragedy about BOTH the U.S. men’s and women’s 4 x 100 relay teams bobbling the baton!! Wouldn’t you just kick yourself forever?
I have a MySpace page now and I’m slowly trying to figure it out. There are so veryvery many networking sites I feel quite faint.
Friend a sistah? http://www.myspace.com/lkmadigan.