Stuff

Went to the Renaissance Festival yesterday, then to Annapolis for dinner. It was a truly splendid day.

The National Book Festival (in D.C) is the weekend before our anniversary, and therefore the weekend we would have been celebrating. I must now decide if it's too torturous to make John do that or if we should celebrate the following weekend.

I'm conflicted about the festival. There are so many great author that are going to be there (including the fantastic Jodi Picoult!) but 1) I'll probably spend all time time in line for one book signing and miss all the talks or I'll listen to all talks and get no books signed (more likely) 2) I hate crowded things like this 3) I don't know who else would come with me and as I said, I don't want to force John, at least not to go without other male companionship.

Still no actual plans for the anniversary. Mom suggested sky-diving, but that is a big no. I kind of want to go sailing, but I also feel like just staying home.

There's a tree out back with red leaves!

Sons of Anarchy=good show. We watched the entire first season this weekend. Our brains are mushy from too much T.V., but I think they'll recover. It was worth it, after all.

I have 3 books in various stages of editing (freelance work) and I only like(maybe, it's early) one of them. This makes it hard to get things done. They aren't bad, necessarily (it's my job to make them worthwhile, after all) they're just not what I would prefer to read.

I feel like I've devoted all my free time in the evenings to editing and none to writing. That really needs to be fixed. Weekends have been full of life stuff (and yes, T.V. = life stuff in that it was Melissa and John together time) and I haven't gotten enough "work" done. Not actually a bad thing, really, just need to finish something.