(sing along) Monday Monday

La la, la la la la...

So the highlights of today have been that people came in for a group meeting at 5 meaning I got to stop work early, and Heroes is on TV.

***20 min later***

...And I just talked through the first 15 minutes of it! And it's snowing and everyone is pretty much green or purple, there's a serious buzzing and a large warp through the center of the screen.

Part of the reason I haven't written is because I have been lazy. I have been a bit of a negative Nelly (hey, I heard people who complain live longer!) AND people in a bad mood are more productive than happy people at work. So now me in a bad mood (or even just an I-don't-want-to-talk-mood which is perceived as being in a bad mood) is let go as me being SO productive. So my blogging has taken a back seat to general whining, TV watching, book reading, nail painting, knitting, clothes trying, Scrabble playing (begging) and basically anything but this. Once the rain stops and the sun returns things should be back to normal...

Mom tells me my last blog had a lot of spell-os. This is due to the fact that I am, in fact, a tempermental artiste and believe what I put down needs no editing. NEIN! This is, in fact, a total falsity and everyone, in fact, needs an editor. A little word of advice I took from Hemmingway when editing my OWN work, "Kill your babies." Attachments to what you believe to be your own best work will only hold you back from truly great writing. That's how I take it, anyway. I think Dave Eggers might take the same advice, and I might tell him, if I ever get the chance. In the meantime you can see his obsessive rally cry against killing his babies as all the parts edited out by his editor can be found in the forward that acompanies his "Hearbreaking Work of Staggering Genius." Am I the only one that kept waiting for that title to be ironic and only at the point where I realized "Wait, he's serious," did I want to puke and lose all interest in the novel? Which I finished anyway. Then read the forward to. So, who's the schmuck? I know. That'd be me.