Melonade

You may have heard the joke that there's really only one fruitcake in the world, and it just keeps getting passed around every Christmas season.

As I was carrying yet another cardboard box this afternoon, I thought the same might be true of cardboard boxes. Not that there is just one, as I currently have several scattered throughout my house, but that their numbers are fewer than we might think because we keep using the same ones over and over. I didn't have to buy a single box; I got them from offices and friends' offices, and after we empty them this weekend, my sister's friend is going to take all the good ones so she can use them to pack. Who knows how far the boxes will travel before they become too broken down and re-taped to be used again?

I'm moving tomorrow. After a few months of thinking about and planning for the moment, it's finally arrived. I will spend the rest of the evening packing, because my genius plan to be finished a week ago somehow didn't happen. I'm debatin whether or not I can/should go without sleep tonight, if the need arises.

I'm looking forward to getting back to writing. I've really missed it the last couple of weeks.

It's been a rough week all around. Writing's been kind of slow and not consisting of progress that word counts can measure. Instead of adding, I've been cutting a lot of fluff this week. Sure, it means better quality, but the quantity is down by several hundred or even a couple thousand words. I know it shouldn't mean a lot, but it's somewhat disheartening. I can see the end, but I just don't know how to get there. And I think I've actually put up a few obstacles for myself. Plus, I've still got lots of packing to do in the next 3 weeks. I'm looking forward to being in the new place, but the transition is rough.

Trying to soothe myself with movies of the literary ilk this week. Finding Neverland, Stranger than Fiction, etc. If you can't read books, at least watch TV that's book-related, right?

If you haven't heard of KC Clifford or been lucky enough to hear her music, I am sad for you. Her music is AMAZING! Sadly, I do not have enough words to describe it.

But what I can offer you is your own taste of KC! At her last concert at the Blue Door in OKC, she recorded a live CD (woo hoo!) and taped a song for a little thing called YouTube. You may have heard of it. My friends and I are in the second row on the right, singin' along.



This is only a teeny, tiny slice of the greatness that is KC. Ooh, I cannot wait for the live CD!