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As much as I bandy about lots of words inappropriately, including the word "bandy", I've surprised myself with how I don't use the word "obsessed". I'm clearly in denial because I have problems with The Truth and other bothersome details of life. But today, I present to you no less than three obsessions not named Isabelle that are currently making me a difficult person to converse with these days:
1. Inspector Lynley series by Elizabeth George - Yes, these are books. I'll give you a minute to take that in. I'm calling this an obsession by the mere fact that I've read 9 books of this mystery series in about a month and I DON'T WANT TO STOP. This is in spite of other facts, namely that I don't find Elizabeth George to be that terrific of a writer. But she's a pretty good plotter.
2. Meme Si (What You're Made Of) by Gregory LeMarchal and Nolwenn Leroy - This is a combo platter of English and French lyrics and weirdly enough, it's the English sung by Nolwenn that has me all obsessed with this song. The reason is that this French woman has no trace of an accent with her English. It fascinates me to an atmospheric level. Her voice comforts me greatly which makes me wonder if the whole Nolwenn Effect has any merit. This was a study that some supposed scientists did on how music can balance us and Nolwenn Leroy's voice was the tops in balancing old people and children. Oh hey, I'm just kidding. I don't put any stock in "scientists".
3. Tamara Taylor - Dear Jesus God, where has this woman been all my life? She's an actress on Bones and you'd think that it'd be impossible to see anyone else with the extremely gorgeous Emily Deschanel on the screen. BUT NO. I have to go there with the Cam character. Dear Jesus God, what a voice....and other things.
Enough bandying things about. I have books and tv and one single song to listen to.
I'd like to think that I'm a winner in most things I do, but once a year, I get to hear it from someone else. Thank you, Nanowrimo!
For those not in the know, the goal of National Novel Writing Month is to write 50,000 words in 30 days. If you do it, you're a winner. If you're don't, you're a loser!
For this year's story, I completely rewrote my Great American Novel that I had initially written for the 2004 Nano. I changed much of the plot, the viewpoint from 3rd to 1st and increased the dialogue parts from blah blah to blah blah blah blah.
As a bookend (har har) to the month, I watched Stranger Than Fiction last night and it frightened the bejeezus outta me. If one of my characters that I had created ever came to my door and asked me to not to do what I did to her, I would, in this order: 1. Hide under the bed; 2. Invite her in for tea so that I could talk to her (I love my hero Mal); 3. Check myself into a mental ward.
In Georgia, that would be Central State in Milledgeville. This used to be the largest mental hospital in the U.S. All the crazies were sent there from all over the country. Native Atlantans tell me that a common parental threat when they behaved badly as children was, "If you don't shape up, we're sending you to Milledgeville."
Fantasy Football
My JammyDodgers just won their sixth fantasy football game of the season (6-3). It was a most unprobable win and it was only by 2 points, but I'll take it all the same, especially since I didn't have to resort to cheating. I've been pretty good at not doing that yet (cheating, I mean), but there are five remaining games and I'll probably end up down that shameful but winful path. How do I know? I cheat at solitaire and I've done it all my life. I'm not going to stop now and I know it.
Inner Peace
I've had a few relapses, but overall, I'm a pretty pleasant person to be around. Finally!, you say. The Dalai Lama is like magic! The magic was wearing off a little today, but I don't really expect myself to be calm 100% of the time. I'd have to check my pulse or put a little mirror under my nose every few hours and I don't like carrying around little mirrors.
Nanowrimo
Yes, I'm doing it again. This is how excited I am about it. I'm not really complaining about this completely voluntary competition because that would be annoying. I do look at it like, "another November, another novel" and I wish I could be more excited about it. But there's nothing very exciting about writing and authors unless you're J.K. Rowling and get to re-upset zealoty bigots with the gay wizard Dumbledore. No, not gray wizard; that's Gandalf.
Zoe's Ark
I don't really understand how anyone, let alone a humanitarian group, can believe that they have the right to take children away from their parents (in Chad) and fly them to another country (France) to be adopted. They also convinced some French journalists and a Spanish flight crew into helping them, thus igniting an international crisis. French President Sarkozy came in and rescued some of the hoodwinked journalists and flight attendants from the jails (literally, I think he piloted the plane), but this is strange and it's French and it's not over.
Dear boy, if you only knew all that happens to you in seven short years.
Thanks for the epic story, JK Rowling. Well done.