And would you let me know if I forget the secret

Several weeks ago when I painted the office, I disrupted Liesl's hideout under the futon. She squawked a lot and took to hiding in DYA's bedroom which is basically a walk-in closet/costume change room. She would rarely come out and never when I was around -- she made it clear she was angry. Of course, she punished DYA more by soiling her luggage and laundry several times. So finally we've locked her out of that room, forcing her to fend for herself in the apartment with Sophie. I taught her to jump on top of the fridge for a safe perch. I showed her where to hide under the desk. She's also taken a liking to the fuzzy bathroom mat by the radiator.

So now she's back to being lovey and happy. Except she's a little TOO loving.

I'll tell you what to type

Now stop moving so much, I'm trying to sleep.


She's doing it right this second too, so it's hard to type.

I went to yoga today. My second time. I like it. Those are my deep thoughts on the matter.

Also, I'm reading Anne LaMott's Bird by Bird, and I actually like it. I know I can be crunchy, but I have my limits and I thought she would be past them, but she's not. I used to read LaMott when she had a column on Salon.com (back when I actually read Salon.com....so, years ago) and I liked a lot but then one day I just stopped, but I can't remember what put the bad taste in my mouth. I guess it doesn't really matter at this point. It might have just been I reached saturation point -- writing careers based on personalities are sort of inherently narcissistic, no matter how much talent is there, and sometimes I just want out of the cult of personality.

Night is draggin' her feet

I wrote for about an hour straight. I got a brainstorm for how to get closer to my four main characters and gave myself a writing assignment for each of them. I shut down all the e-mail windows and chat browsers to resist temptations, but I was listening to iTunes, my "smart" playlist I cleverly entitled 'Classical'. It worked well and after writing only 4 pages, I feel like I opened a window onto my stagnant project.

Right as a I finished saving my documents and got ready to get up from the computer, Olivia Newton John's "A Little More Love" came on. To which I said: ?????

C'mon iTunes, ONJ is more chamber than classical.