Look, it’s been a week since I’ve blogged

Here’s what’s going on:

I received my editorial notes from my editor. They are awesome, but I wanted to get the revisions done quickly, so I’ve been relying on my husband’s good nature to get them done in time.

I needed to request blurbs from people I don’t know. It felt like asking complete strangers to watch my kids for an afternoon. Luckily, everyone I asked was incredibly awesome. Honestly, I always think writers couldn’t possibly be nicer, and then you all ARE.

I’ve been working on the sequel to ELEMENTAL. My goal is to be done by the end of August.

I’ve interviewed two policemen for the aforementioned sequel. Policemen, I’ve found, are just as nice as firemen, and they love to talk about their work. My favorite part of last night’s conversation was when I was asking detailed arson questions, and the officer interrupted me to say something like, “Now, this is for a book scenario, right? Not real life?”

HA. God help me if anything in my general vicinity catches on fire.

Oh yeah, and I’m growing a human being inside my body. I keep forgetting about that. Nine weeks to go! Or is it eight? Totally having second baby syndrome here.

What have you all been up to? Does any of the above sound interesting? Want to hear about editorial notes, or blurb requests, or interviewing professionals for your work? Want to hear some cool fireman/policeman stories? Want to tell gross pregnancy stories?

Here’s a non-gross pregnancy story for you. On Sunday, I went to Target. While I was there, I saw a changing table (in a box) on a clearance shelf. Because it was half off, I picked up the box and put it on the cart. Please DO NOT TELL MY HUSBAND THAT I DID THIS. (Watch, this will be the one blog he reads.) The box weighed about eighty pounds.

So anyway, at the register, the girl asked if I wanted help getting it into my car, and I said yes. I was worried I’d pulled something lifting the box in the first place. Then the girl at the next register asked how far along I was, and I said, “Thirty-one weeks.”

Her eyes bugged out of her head and she said, “Wow! You’re huge for thirty-one weeks!”

Huh. Thanks.

I almost said, “You’re huge for not being pregnant.”

But I’m a writer, not a stand-up comedian, and honestly, Glen Burnie, Maryland is the last place you want to start a catfight. Or any fight, really. (A few years ago, I went to Wal-Mart at 4am on the day after Thanksgiving, and stood in a mile long line to get a coupon for a cheap television. The girl in front of me had two huge burly guys with her, and I was alone. She looked me up and down and said, “Girl, you crazy. You ain’t got no man with you?”)

I’m rambling.

Any good news to share? Bueller…? Bueller…?

7 thoughts on “Look, it’s been a week since I’ve blogged

  1. Two things, I carried that box from the car to the house and it didn’t weigh 80lbs. But I could kick you anyway for picking the thing up in the first place. And secondly I always read your blog. If only so I can see what you are saying about me. šŸ™‚

  2. Oooo, busted. I’m pretty free to write whatever I want on my blog about my husband, because he never reads it.

    Poor guy has been neglected these past weeks, too, as I work on rewrites. Going on 4 weeks of working every single day. Good thing he’s been re-reading the Martin books and has started Dance of Dragons.

  3. Did you get to do a ride-along for research? I have a friend who’s a cop, and riding along with him was pretty much the best day of my life. He drove real fast, with the lights on, and I got to see a car filled with illegal drugs. Also, I saw firemen break down a lady’s front door with an ax, my friend pulled out his gun Jack Bauer style and searched a house AND we chased a bunch of teenagers who stole a little kid’s bike. I don’t know if any of that would be legit research, but it was REALLY fun. šŸ™‚

  4. Tsk tsk, I’m pretty sure saying “you’re pretty huge for not being mean” would be qualified as mean. *scratches out Brigid as a role model* I’m thinking the cashier just blurted out the comment, yeah?

    Blurbs! I’m always intrigued by them. Could you explain the process of how you’re going about collecting them? What about when the author doesn’t end up liking your book? :S

  5. I’ve had kids at school actually say to me, “Are you pregnant or just fat?” Then again, they are 13, so that sort of explains things.
    I would’ve been inclined to mouth off at the clerk, or at least say, “Wow, and you’re pretty rude for someone whose job depends on being nice to customers.”

    I just finished Gail Carriger’s Heartless, in which the protagonist is 8 1/2 months pregnant for most of the book. You should definitely try to read it if you get a chance, as the protag is just SO determined the “infant inconvenience” is NOT going to slow her down (even when she goes into labor). I need to do a review of this one soon — maybe tomorrow.

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