Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Facebook Killed the Blogging Star

I realized the other day that lately I've been making mental notes for clever Facebook status updates rather than blog posts, which has resulted in my only giving super condensed updates over @ FB and neglecting this here blog. So, here's the latest from Southern Canada:

Yesterday, Violet and I came home to a cold house. Now, I do tend to lower the thermostat when I know we're going to be gone for more than an hour, but this was even colder than that. After putting Vi down for a nap, I fiddled with the thermostat and furnace long enough to realize that I wasn't going to be able to fix the problem on my own.

Fortunately, the first heating company I called was able to dispatch a repair person (okay, repairMAN) within the hour. Turns out that the fuse had blown on the furnace because the filter was plugged full of dust and lint. Guess I forgot to replace the filter after our epic duct cleaning. Oops.

While that was a moderately expensive lesson in remembering such mundane tasks, it was somewhat offset by the fact that air filters were on sale at the local hardware store...ok, maybe not so much offset, but I'm all set for filters for the remainder of winter, provided it ends somewhere before or around April, but this is Wisconsin, so it could be Memorial Day before the final snow drift has slushed away.

I had said something on FB a few days ago about being on the cusp of getting fat. Now, I may have exaggerated a bit there, but it is nice to not see my ribcage or feel like my pelvis is jutting out like a rack of moose antlers.

I do need to watch it with the cookies and truffles (damn you Whole Paycheck!) since the Puerto Rico countdown will be starting soon...I know it's not metabolically possible to change fat to muscle, but I am hoping to firm things up before heading to America Adjacent next month.

Sadly, my ass has failed to respond favorably to my junk food diet.

Finally, I am officially outing myself: I am planning to write a book*.

I know, I know--I might as well join the ranks of the other 75% of people who think they have the next Great American Novel hidden away inside of them somewhere, but I've got a unique angle (young pescatarian mom gets coloRECTAL cancer!), a fairly good outline, and a title (to be revealed later).

Now I just need to put together a proposal (my self-imposed deadline is to have a rough draft by the time we leave for PR) and get my foot into a publisher's door.

This is where you, my fair, loyal (and pretty. Did I mention pretty?) readers, come in. If anyone out there in the InternEther should have a connection to folks in publishing, I would be forever in your debt if you could either point me their way or direct them to the old blog.

On that note, I'm going to go pick up a copy of Book Writing for Dummies.

*Or two, actually.