That is what my desk has become. I told myself I was going to finish editing
Murder Burger, my second book, by tonight. I really want to send it off to my agent so that she can read it (or at least some of it) before I see her on Friday (unlike most agents, who live in New York, Joanna lives in Chicago), when we're having lunch with my editor and drinks after work. It'll be easier to talk about it if she's seen it, and anyway I'd like her feedback so I can address any major issues before sending it to my editor to look at at the end of October.
Seriously, I really planned to edit it this weekend. But as of now, I'm 140 pages in to a 288 page manuscript, and so far I haven't made any big changes. I don't know if this is because the book is so much better than
All Unquiet Things, or if it's just because AUT was so complicated (two narrators, two chronologies, mystery elements, etc. etc.) and by comparison MB is so simple (one narrator, no flashbacks, etc.), or if it's because I didn't actually do a detailed synopsis of AUT before I wrote it and spent a lot of time smoothing over inaccuracies or changing plot points but I DID do a detailed synopsis for MB. MB just seems...better somehow? But I don't know, I could be totally, totally off.
Anyway, yesterday I did everything but edit. I watched three episodes of
Dexter and an episode and a half of
Pushing Daisies (Netflixed, natch). I fucked around on the Internet. I read some of
The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I did a load of laundry. I downloaded music (the
Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist soundtrack, which is amazingly awesome especially the new Vampire Weekend song "Ottoman", and a couple of songs by Lady Ga Ga, who everybody should check out). EVERYTHING BUT WRITE. Then I went out to watch the USC game with Cambria, Nikki, Jenny and Eric at a bar and got wasted and didn't get home until 2. Because I'm a class act.
Today I did do a little bit of writing, but I also finished up the disc of
Pushing Daisies I have and read some more and downloaded some more music (actually, I just imported the
Titanic soundtrack and Jenny Lewis' first solo album,
Rabbit Fur Coat, from CDs my coworkers had made me) and fucked around some more on the Internet. Then I went to NEW JERSEY FOR GOD'S SAKE to have Chili's with Jenny and a sadly hungover Cambria, who was more wasted than I was last night and didn't get home until 4:30 AM. What crazy New York lives we lead! Ahem, not really, we are losers.
So now I'm thinking I might not finish editing by tonight, which is really too bad. I poorly prioritized this weekend. But at least USC beat Oregon! Which should've been a foregone conclusion, really, but you know what happened last week with Oregon State, so...Also, I saw Chris March, the big lovable guy from Season 4 of
Project Runway (the same season as Christian "Fierce" Siriano), again last night! He just walked right past us while we were standing outside Galway Hooker, the USC bar on 36th Street. I wonder if he lives nearby. I saw him a week ago at Cognac on 55th and Broadway when I was having lunch with my editor--he was eating with a friend right behind her! I think he's stalking me.
Sigh. Here's hoping I get my revisions done by tonight. Also, I just ate my Chili's leftovers, which I really should've saved for later in the evening. Oh well. Welcome back, thirteen pounds I lost over the summer--I have not missed you, and you are not welcome here.
I miss YOU GUYS though. So excited for Thanksgiving. Holla!
Labels: music, procrastinating, television, USC football