For the second day, I’m feeling rather virusy. Not sick enough to stay home, or even skip yoga, but crappy-feeling enough to not be searching out other plans when mine this evening were canceled, and crappy enough to ask A. to change tomorrow’s plans, from shopping out of town to some nearby activity. You know, in case I go into a swoon or some such thing. The thing is, I don’t have a fever (I’m cool as cuccumber, my mom would say) or sore throat or cough or anything, I just feel a heavy sense of fatigue, a lingering headache and some stiffness. Not like I have an actual virus, but virus-y.
I thought I’d blog in order to keep myself from searching online for the symptoms of Lyme Disease and West Nile virus, but I don’t have any one thing to write about in mind. Currently I’m trying to decide if a glass of red wine tonight would be therapeutic, or if perhaps I should drink tea instead. This morning as I was working on my novel I realized the following:
1. I gave two of the brothers rhyming names – Brian and Ryan. I didn’t notice this until the fourth chapter and the bitch of the situation is I had already CHANGED the names once to keep them from beginning with the same letter. Now I have to change poor Ryan’s name AGAIN which is sad because he just so, so Ryan to me BUT Brian is even MORE of a Brian than Ryan is a Ryan and sooo, well, poor Ryan.
2. Rendering a baseball game played between children so that it is interesting is practically impossible, and
3. while the only thing autobiographical about my novel is the setting (seriously, if I had these characters for parents I would have been a novelist waaaay before this) I am finding it impossible to make up names for the geographical locations. Today I just gave up and started referring to each town, county and hiking path by its real name – that stuff can be fixed later, I guess.
Lately I’ve been having the most bizarre, worrisome dreams. For instance, I dream that I am cooking dinner for people but forget to buy the right ingredients, or I dream I need new tires (I don’t) or I dream I forget to enter one transaction into Quicken, thus slightly skewing my checking account but not bouncing a check or anything. My dreams lately are fraught with day to day worries, which is no fun at all.
I finished The Mists of Avalon which absolutely absorbed me – I would recommend this to anyone. Bradley’s feminist take on the story of Camelot particularly interested me, and it has definitely peaked my desire to read other books about the Arthurian legends. I haven’t had a book absorb me like this one did, in quite some time – I really fell into the world Bradley created, and was sad when it ended. I thought The Dogs of Babel would be a nice read to pull myself out of the mists with but the way the plot unfolded, coupled with the references to animal cruelty, put me on edge. I didn’t particularly enjoy this book but it was one I HAD to finish so it wouldn’t haunt me. I’m slowly plodding my way through Annie Dillard’s The Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and this weekend I’ll start Northanger Abbey, which I read once as an undergraduate but which I am looking forward to reading at a more leisurely pace – I remember so little about it.
Hmm. I think that’s it. I’m hoping yoga restores me a bit tonight. Barring that, I hope I don’t feel quite so disgusting tomorrow. Barring even that, I am hoping A. will tell me I can wear red velvet shoes with my new yellow slacks, but I’m pretty sure she’s going to say no.
Happy weekend, everybody. Next week I intend to try something a little bit different: I plan to blog here every day of the week, but much shorter blogs on one subject. I’ve been meaning for a while to blog about marriage but everytime I try the depth of the subject overwhelms me and I give in and blog, well, about the possibility of having a virus. So if all goes as planned, next Mon-Fri will see shorter posts about this one particular subject. I won’t be posting on the other blog during this time.