Schuyler is in her room belting out "Suddenly Seymour." I'm smiling and just loving that child to death. I know, she drives me nuts at times, but she's so damn lovable. Do all parents of teenagers feel this way? She's trying out for the school play next week - Anne Frank. I'm her acting coach. Hopefully she'll get the part. Sam is still sleeping and it's 2 p.m. I've checked to be sure he's still alive and he still is. I let him sleep so late because 1) he's going back to school next week so why shouldn't he veg out if that's what he wants to do, and 2) he's a teenage boy and I think, although I'm not certain, children only grow when they're sleeping. He's trying to put on five more inches before he stops growing.
My shoulder and neck are killing me. I'm going to have to call in one of those ergonomic specialists. This is the downside of writing six hours a day, although many people work on computers all day. Hence, the development of the ergonomic specialist. I hope this doesn't cost me an arm and a leg.
My editor sent me the proposed book cover of Wife in the Fast Lane for the U.S. It's our third attempt and I think they really got it this time. As a wife in the fast lane myself, I wish I could put myself together like the WIFL on the cover. She's much more elegant and fancily dressed than I'll ever be. And her legs! Yowza yowza! They're amazing. This is good because the protagonist is a former Olympic runner. Yes, I think they got it.
Saturday, September 09, 2006