SO. It has been a while, Grasshoppers, has it not? I’m not sure why I let so many days go by with NARY A BLOG POST, but alas, sometimes the Blogging Fairies just don’t sprinkle me with their gold fairy dust, or maybe they ran out of gold fairy dust and had to settle for copper fairy dust, which isn’t nearly as magical and comes with some rather unpleasant side effects.
(Oh, my. Did I really just write all that?)
Here is what you need to know about the past few days.
First and foremost, we are dabbling in the idea of possibly, maybe, if-the-stars-align-correctly, selling our current home and purchasing a new one. Which means we’ve spent several hours in the car of our dear realtor, hopping from one side of the city to another, snooping through the closets of strangers and expressing concern over things like cabinets and bathroom layouts.
It’s all very odd and a bit unsettling. Fun, though. As one of my dear friends said, each house is a brand new world of possibilities, and you get to ask yourself, “What would my life be like if I lived HERE?”
We’ve been asking that question a lot over the past week.
In addition to the house hunting shenanigans, I’ve been doing a final read-through on PULL and making some revisions before I send it back to Agent Emma. Once I finish that, I’ll do another round of revisions on SHADOWS OF THE HIDDEN, and then maybe, MAYBE, I’ll get around to writing this short story.
All while attempting to create lesson plans for A) a brand new textbook and B) the lucky person that gets to substitute for me while I’m on maternity leave.
(If you’re like, “Anne, what in the WORLD are you talking about?” then let me just tell you that, yes, I do have a full-time job, and yes, I do occasionally have to think about IT instead of my fake job, i.e. writing teen fiction.)
Also, ALSO, I am STILL PREGNANT! Twelve full weeks, in fact. Thirteen on Tuesday. We went to the doctor a few days ago and, since Peanut decided not to cooperate for the Doppler heartbeat detection thingy, we had to do a full-on ultrasound, which was much more fun because we got to see the little guy or girl KICKING and WAVING and generally being a rambunctious little bugger.
(Even though they always tells you before they use the Doppler thing that they MIGHT NOT be able to find the heartbeat that way, and that this is, in fact, NO CAUSE for concern when I am only twelve weeks along, there is still that moment when they are searching and searching and you’re thinking WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU FIND THE HEARTBEAT FIND IT FIND IT FIND IT, and then you cannot get in that ultrasound room fast enough, and basically you are a basketcase until the ultrasound tech shows you your child on the screen and they are moving and you can see their little heart fluttering around.)
(That is to say, IT IS A WEE BIT STRESSFUL, and someone just needs to tell you to BE QUIET because everything is fine.)
Okay, and also: thank you to those of you who voted on my poll! I find it a bit funny that of the hundreds of people who read that post, only twenty-eight of you voted. Clearly, the majority of you are not terribly interested in all this FAITH stuff, which is fine.
But for the twenty-eight who are: I will be blogging this week on the top three topics, which are: My Story, When Christians Turn Ugly, and The Afterlife. So YAY! If you’re interested, feel free to read and comment, or just read, or whatever. If you’re not interested, feel free to rejoin us next week!
And then finally, my agent sister Rebecca has SOLD HER FIRST NOVEL! Congratulations Rebecca! Agent Emma rocks and so do you! Wooooooooooooo!
*tosses more confetti*
*tosses a cluster of very surprised kittens*
*catches kittens safely and begs their forgiveness by offering a can of tuna*
Allllllrighty then. Let me think if there is anything else I need to tell you. OH. So, for weeks and weeks, I’ve been obsessed with re-watching Minority Report.
I told my husband about it one day–I have no idea how it came up–and he said it sounded cool, so then I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and finally I snagged a copy from our library and we watched it last night, and…
I regretted it immediately.
Not that it isn’t a cool movie; it is. (Also, we found out that it’s based on a short story, which I am totally going to read.) But it is super intense and has all these really tough family issues that kept me “going to the bathroom” a lot just so I could take a breather. SHEESH.
Not to mention, that female Precog kept SHOUTING THINGS RANDOMLY and scaring the stew outta me.
Okay. That’s really all. Don’t toss any kittens you’re not prepared to catch, people, and only watch Minority Report if you’re ready to feel sympathetic towards Tom Cruise.