Lordy, I love working. I'm just a churlish bitch when I'm not writing. I'm still a bitch, but much less churlish, when I accomplish my daily word count. I've started the novel...not the kids' book yet. I have to talk to someone who knows the market before I launch into that. And this book is beginning. It's all a matter of catching the voice, and I think I am. I think so. Kenehora, poo poo poo.
Michael and I work in the same office. I sprawl on the couch, my laptop in my lap, and he works at his desk. This way if he desperately needs a bit of information he can ask me to do a quickie web search, and if I desperately need a word I can ask Dr. Thesaurus to cough one up. It's a complementary relationship. He's not allowed on the web when he works because he gets far too sucked up into it and would waste the whole day, and I have a sieve for a brain and can never remember the word I'm looking for. The only debate we have is over music. For instance, he just put on Jeff Beck, and if it weren't for the fact that I was finished for the day, I'd make him switch it. I like to listen to minimalist classical music when I work -- Steve Reich's my favorite. Either Reich and his cronies or weird world music crap that I'd never listen to in my non-working life. I'm not hugely into gypsy music, for example, but it puts me into a good frame of mind for writing. Go figure.
So, a good day, despite Sophie's moods. I swear that girl is having phantom PMS. She's got the S, without a doubt, and a healthy does of the P, but no M as yet (thank God). Every month, before I get my period, she goes through two days of intense moodiness. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's MY mood that's the issue, but I swear it isn't. The girl wakes up with her own little black cloud hovering over the top of her head. I will acknowledge that it doesn't help matters that my thunderous cloud makes hers look like a puff of smoke.
Poor Michael. When she does finally get the M to match the P and the S, and we're in synch, he's going to have to retreat to a pup tent in the yard with Zeke and Abe. They can roast weenies over an open fire, beat some drums, and wait it out.