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I know it will pay off to be working so fcking much, but right now I'm just tired and want to wash dishes and put my laundry away and maybe read. And not have a brand-new stove in the middle of my sitting room.
I blew off making copies last week...and Saturday...and now I'm thinking of doing it today. In all three cases, its not like I sat around and did nothing. I had plenty of necessary activities to fill the time. Today is sort of my last chance to get it together if I'm going to send them something. Actually, no, I'm going to reschedule my dental appointment for next week and I'll go to Evanston tomorrow. Sorry, now that I've talked this scheduling problem out, I can function a bit better.
Last Wednesday I called my landlord about double-checking the furnace and a leaky toilet and oh yeah, maybe we could get a new stove sometime soon? Our current one has a hard time reaching a temperature about 375. She called back and said "a new stove is coming on Monday morning." So at 8:05 am this morning the doorbell rings and the truck is outside with brand-new shiny stove, but they can't install it because there's not shut-off valve on the gas line. They keep explaining to me that if it was a newer stove, they would maybe risk it because it would be easy to unplug quickly and plug into the new one, but because it's an old stove and hard to disconnect....and I'm like, hey, you don't need to convince me why you don't want to spray gas all into my kitchen and apartment. I'm a-ok with that. Except they left and now there's a new stove sitting in the middle room of my apartment and hopefully at some point today the landlord and maintenance guy will come over and take care of it. I don't really want to be here when it happens, because they might ask me to help carry the old stove down. Then again, I want to be here when it happens, because I'm afraid they will just try to do it without a shut-off valve, and I'd like to take my dog and cat outside to watch the building go up like a firework, rather than view it from the inside.
Last Thursday I was researching potential publication venues for an essay and came across a fiction prize contest for a journal which is being judged by Charles Baxter. And the deadline was Monday (today). And I said, ok, sure. So yesterday was a super productive writing day, where I revised one story I've been meaning to tackle, then I went to my writing group, then came home and decided to instead revise the story I had just workshopped and wrote the cover letter to send off today. It's all about the deadline to finally kick some things into action. Well, along with some other changes along the way to get to the point of accepting the deadline. See, that's the tricky part -- not just any deadline will do. I have to respect and embrace. And if Charles Baxter is what's needed right this second to do that, well so be it. It's kinda funny though, because he got on my nerves so much in grad school because everyone around me would mention him all the gddamned time and I'm was always all "Shut UP, Patti LaPone!!" but then last year I read his [brilliant] book of essays on craft and wrote this annotation that was a reluctant ode to him that included lots of exclamation points amidst colorful elizabethan phrases, like 'O! Mr. Baxter the beloved of many whom I despise! Why have you cast your seductive prose in my direction?'
Ok, while typing this and drinking coffee, I'm listening to all 10,000+ songs of iTunes on random and Erasure's "A Little Respect" just came on which creeps me out because I just read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mintwaster's entry about the weddding and she references the song. Glad to know that even 2,000 miles away she has superhuman powers that work in Chicago. Or maybe it's just my computer and ipod is plugged into my psyche. Apple has perhaps perfected the integration of man and machine but we don't know yet....and may never know if the plan works successfully. It will be too late.
I blew off making copies last week...and Saturday...and now I'm thinking of doing it today. In all three cases, its not like I sat around and did nothing. I had plenty of necessary activities to fill the time. Today is sort of my last chance to get it together if I'm going to send them something. Actually, no, I'm going to reschedule my dental appointment for next week and I'll go to Evanston tomorrow. Sorry, now that I've talked this scheduling problem out, I can function a bit better.
Last Wednesday I called my landlord about double-checking the furnace and a leaky toilet and oh yeah, maybe we could get a new stove sometime soon? Our current one has a hard time reaching a temperature about 375. She called back and said "a new stove is coming on Monday morning." So at 8:05 am this morning the doorbell rings and the truck is outside with brand-new shiny stove, but they can't install it because there's not shut-off valve on the gas line. They keep explaining to me that if it was a newer stove, they would maybe risk it because it would be easy to unplug quickly and plug into the new one, but because it's an old stove and hard to disconnect....and I'm like, hey, you don't need to convince me why you don't want to spray gas all into my kitchen and apartment. I'm a-ok with that. Except they left and now there's a new stove sitting in the middle room of my apartment and hopefully at some point today the landlord and maintenance guy will come over and take care of it. I don't really want to be here when it happens, because they might ask me to help carry the old stove down. Then again, I want to be here when it happens, because I'm afraid they will just try to do it without a shut-off valve, and I'd like to take my dog and cat outside to watch the building go up like a firework, rather than view it from the inside.
Last Thursday I was researching potential publication venues for an essay and came across a fiction prize contest for a journal which is being judged by Charles Baxter. And the deadline was Monday (today). And I said, ok, sure. So yesterday was a super productive writing day, where I revised one story I've been meaning to tackle, then I went to my writing group, then came home and decided to instead revise the story I had just workshopped and wrote the cover letter to send off today. It's all about the deadline to finally kick some things into action. Well, along with some other changes along the way to get to the point of accepting the deadline. See, that's the tricky part -- not just any deadline will do. I have to respect and embrace. And if Charles Baxter is what's needed right this second to do that, well so be it. It's kinda funny though, because he got on my nerves so much in grad school because everyone around me would mention him all the gddamned time and I'm was always all "Shut UP, Patti LaPone!!" but then last year I read his [brilliant] book of essays on craft and wrote this annotation that was a reluctant ode to him that included lots of exclamation points amidst colorful elizabethan phrases, like 'O! Mr. Baxter the beloved of many whom I despise! Why have you cast your seductive prose in my direction?'
Ok, while typing this and drinking coffee, I'm listening to all 10,000+ songs of iTunes on random and Erasure's "A Little Respect" just came on which creeps me out because I just read
mintwaster's entry about the weddding and she references the song. Glad to know that even 2,000 miles away she has superhuman powers that work in Chicago. Or maybe it's just my computer and ipod is plugged into my psyche. Apple has perhaps perfected the integration of man and machine but we don't know yet....and may never know if the plan works successfully. It will be too late.
