I sent in all the guest posts for the blog tour, a single guest post spot and my author takeover spot. I am blogged out. It was a challenge to have everything be about SCONED TO DEATH and not be repetitious. Well, too repetitious. By the end, it was all swimming in my mind and I hope it all makes sense.
I set aside working on the next Molly book and now have to organize all the notes on envelopes and scraps of paper that I scribbled on as ideas popped into mto my head. I had this great idea for the opening scene and so wanted to write it out, but forced myself to just leave notes until the blogs were done. All I'll say about it is that the Hookers are dealing with the new craft space and a gluey mess left by the collagists and maybe somebody gets glued to the floor or their chair. Molly is going to be working for Mason and Barry has a big surprise. Then Bennett from the last book shows up. Of course, there's a murder and Molly is in the middle of it. I have to work out a lot of the details.
Now that the blogs are sent off, I want to turn all the scribbles into typed stuff on my computer before I get back the DANGER LOOMS manuscript next week. Even if the editorial comments are light, I go through the whole manuscript again.
Speaking of handwriting--I read something about the difference between typing and handwriting. They wire up some peoples brains and had them do both. When they were handwriting all different areas of their brains lit up. When they were typing it was way less. I always knew there was a difference. That's why there are all those notes on envelopes and scraps of paper. Mixed in are notes about the next Crochet and Crumpet book which is due in December.
This is a total aside, but am I the only one who is bothered by the labels inside of clothes? No matter how I trim them, there is enough to scratch my skin. It's something new, too. The labels seem badly placed and whatever they are made of, more annoying than before.
May is flitting by so fast. Jakey's school will be out in no time and then it's about summer plans. He's old enough now to make requests. It's such a different world from when I was a kid. My summer option was something at my elementary school. It was everyday and it was up to me to get myself there on my own since both my parents worked. Jakey's generation is so much more dependent. Play dates where the parents go along. They're escorted everywhere. And not released from school until a known person picks them up. Ha! When the bell rang, even in kindergarten, we were left to our own devices about getting home. By Jakey's age, a friend and I would go to downtown Chicago on our own and go shopping and out to lunch at the Circle in Chas A. Stevens.. I remember people saying how cute we were, but I thought the comment was ridiculous and that we were like women of the world.