It’s gotten a little crazy inside my head. Crazier than usual, I mean. It’s all good stuff (from a writer’s perspective), but I’ve been moving around slowly, trying to keep the spinning top that is my head from popping off.
Take, for example, this one 24-hour period in which I:
*worked on an article for a local magazine
*drunk way too much coffee
*read a radio interview transcript (and was appalled by how casually and effortlessly I butcher the English language)
*had trouble sleeping
*wrote a potential guest post for another blog
*met with a newspaper editor
*wrote the (rough) first piece for my food column
That’s right, FOR MY FOOD COLUMN! Every other week I get to write about food for the flavor section of our local paper! I queried them and they said no and then they said yes and now I’m trying to figure out a title for the column, which will be stories from my life and down-to-earth, made-from-scratch recipes. Any ideas?
Last night my brain was fried, so I turned off the computer early and watched What About Bob?, and then I dreamed I was passed out on the floor and everyone was trying to figure out what was wrong with me.
Update: The guest post is up and running! It’s a Biting Confession. Literally.