freak flags and writing

Ben Stone: [to Meredith] You have a freak flag. You just don’t fly it.

I love this movie.  At Christmas the oldest brother brings home a woman who is obviously wrong for him while the family realizes that this is their last Christmas with their mother, who is losing her battle with breast cancer.

No one likes Meredith, the uptight interloper, except goofy younger brother Ben.  And when the two of them have escaped the various dramas going on at the house and are on their way to drinking too much in a local bar, Ben says the “freak flag” line.

I love that line.  I’d never heard the term “freak flag” before seeing that movie.  Now I use it in my head all the time, though.    Like when I look at these:
After the manuscript is finished (except for the final scene), I print out a hard copy and read through it.  I highlight typos, name changes, badly written sentences, etc. and flag the page for correcting on the computer.

Yes, there have been lots of freak-flags in this manuscript.  After I fix the computer copy, I remove the flag and stick it on my keyboard.  It looks like I’m making progress, doesn’t it?
When you’re a writer, making progress is always a challenge.  By the time I’ve finished, this keyboard will look like a porcupine.

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activating the pillow

Banjo Man has wanted a “My Pillow” for many months.  He’s seen it advertised on television and he’s heard Imus rave about it.  He wanted us both to get My Pillows, but I’ve been happy with my own pillow and resisted experimenting with something new.

Then we went to Austin.  There at CVS, in the “as seen on TV” aisle, was a My Pillow.  I hauled the box over to Banjo Man, who was perusing the shaving cream selections, and told him this was his big chance to own his very own My Pillow.

He wanted to know what it cost.  I told him.  And he was so thrilled he bought it anyway.

Fast forward twenty minutes:  we are back at the condo and Banjo Man has opened up the box.  It is 11 PM and Banjo Man is exhausted, but…the My Pillow needs to be activated.

Activated?  I ask.  Is this a joke?

No.  It says it has to be heated in a clothes dryer for 15 minutes before use.   Banjo Man was in a little bit of a panic.  Here he finally–finally–owned a My Pillow and he couldn’t activate the darn thing because we have one of those strange, European, fancy washer/dryer combos in the closet and it doesn’t actually dry anything (in fact, I’ve been trying to sell it on Craigslist).  So now poor tired Banjo Man must change out of his pajamas and back into regular clothes, find quarters and the laundry room key, and set out across the condo complex to activate his pillow.

He is a determined man.  Nothing was going to stop him from a good night’s sleep with his special pillow.

That was a month ago, and Banjo Man swears that the My Pillow works.  He sleeps longer, is more rested, can go back to sleep when he wakes up too early and doesn’t wake up with a sore neck.

He loves the darn thing.  As does our daughter, who raves about hers, too.

If you need a new pillow, check out MY PILLOW on the website.  I guess I hope Santa will bring me one now, too.

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thumbs up

I’ve hurt my thumb.

A computer injury.

Sigh.

Banjo Man’s knee is acting up again, so we are fixing each other ice packs.  We have an excellent system:  I run up and down the stairs and Banjo Man opens jars and chops vegetables.

It’s working out well.

I’ve been taking a break from typing these past days.  I start the new book tomorrow and need my thumbs in working condition.

I tried a new recipe for Thanksgiving:  baked acorn squash stuffed with cornbread-cranberry-apple stuffing.  It was dreadful.

Another experiment, roasted sweet potatoes with an orange glaze, was a bit better.

Most of the weekend was spent cleaning my office, a small room that serves as office, sewing room, music room, library and lots of other things.   I took some “before” pictures, not for the blog but to embarrass myself.

These aren’t the worst ones.

The empty bookshelves were an improvement.

Sometimes, especially in the midst of deadline mania, things can get a little out of hand.

Banjo Man and I, with our salads and ice packs, are planted in front of the television tonight watching a “Downtown Abbey” marathon on PBS.

We are not exactly twiddling our thumbs, but we’re not cleaning anything either.

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celebrating outside the box

He’s 40 today.  Happy Birthday, Son #1!!!!

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art of the pie blog

Happy Thanksgiving a few days ahead of time. If you’re still thinking about pies, check out this blog:

Art of the Pie

I’m going to check out her Pie Workshops.  Can you imagine how fun it would be to spend two or three days making pies?

Okay, probably not as much fun as going to Bluegrass Camp, but then again…baking is easier than fiddling.

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christmas spirit and sarge

Christmas will come a week early for us this year.  Why?  Sarge will be here for a week, right up until December 24th.

We can’t wait.

Hurray for Sarge!

Our traditional fancy-schmancy Christmas Eve dinner will take place earlier.  As will everything else.

I think we should have a party.

There will be cookies.  And presents.  And Sarge’s favorite vegetable: spinach casserole.

And Sarge’s favorite dessert:  PUMPKIN PIE!!

There will, however, be no shrimp.  Shrimp give our rough, tough Army man the creeps.

Sarge and his men head to Afghanistan in January.  They will be locating and detonating roadside bombs.

I don’t know what to say about that.

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no twinkies in heaven after all

Last winter’s post about Twinkies

I heard on the radio today that folks were lining up outside of a local Hostess outlet store.  They wanted Twinkies.  They wanted to buy Twinkies and sell them on ebay.  There was talk about who would eat The Last Twinkie.

As much as I love Twinkies, I would rather have heard more information about Benghazi and the mysterious lies that surround the deaths of four Americans.  I wonder if we will ever know the truth.  I worry that we won’t.  I worry that truth doesn’t matter anymore.

But I’ve been in that kind of mood this past week, worrying about things.  My beloved old printer has died (after time-consuming paper jams and driver updates), my computer has crashed, my backup software and back up hard drive have been unavailable, my internet inoperable.  Things I’ve ordered have been shipped in error, coupons don’t work, communication–by email or telephone or in person–is disjointed at best.  I have cried more this week than I have in three years.  There have been so many strange little things that have gone wrong, day after day.  I have a strange earache; I smacked my forehead into the glass table by my bed yesterday morning while trying to get up.  I had a weird allergic reaction to coconut oil.  Banjo Man is afraid and says I have a hex on me.  He is sort of not kidding.

The paring knives and scissors are off limits.  Seriously.

I stay holed up in my office and look forward to Thanksgiving.

My Writer Friend Sharon says this is astrological, something to do with something in “retrograde”, that it will continue for three weeks.  I hope like hell she is wrong.  But she gave me some dark chocolate-cream cheese-raspberry brownies today, along with the astro-info.

And they were better than Twinkies.

 

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wild

Am I the last person to have read this book?
It is so good.

 So. Damn. Good.

 I’m not even halfway through. I don’t know whether to read slowly and make it last, or devour it in big bites and then read it all over again.
It’s about hiking, but it really isn’t about hiking at all.
It’s about grief, but it’s funny.

Have you read it? What did you think?

Don’t tell me how it ends.

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easiest pumpkin decoration i’ve ever seen

And here I thought my toilet paper pumpkins were easy!

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“purely primal” temptation

I’m thinking about making this Brussel sprouts with cherries dish for Thanksgiving dinner.  Some of my attempts to put something new and different on the table have not been successful–I’m remembering a brussel sprouts and pomegranate reduction sauce that definitely wasn’t worth the hours of work that went into it–but this looks simple, doesn’t it?

What do you think?  Do you try something different each year or stick with the tried-and-true favorites?

Check out the blog post at Purely Primal:  roasted-brussels-sprouts-with-sour-cherries and let me know what you think.  The turkey, dressing, gravy, whipped potatoes, spinach casserole, cranberry sauce, rolls and sweet potato casserole will still be on the table.

What are you cooking?

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