Okay, now that I’m done laughing at my own joke, I shall give you a brief report. Basically? The kids are back at school and I am writing myself STUPID. STUPID I tell you– I am sleep deprived, cranky, and irrational, and the dragon is riding my back so hard I’ve got bloody stripes down my flesh. (heh heh heh… see? Purple prose in a blog… TOLDYA I wasn’t sane!)
Anyway, I was a good mommy all winter break– I only wrote when no one was around to SEE me working, and most of my down time was knitting time anyway, so I could sit and watch Christmas specials and go see lights and make Christmas baskets etc. etc. , which meant I didn’t get a lot of work DONE! And as much as I needed it, as much as I loved the time with my family… well, I was blowing off a deadline. I’m proud that I was able to set it aside and be mommy, and love it with 100% of my heart… but now?
Now I’s gotsta write my little heart out. And I have been. But staying up until two in the morning and getting up at 6:30 (because all the soda/water/vitamin water I drank at 1:30 to stay up has hit the fan and I have to pee like no racehorse in history!) And, well, the inevitable has happened. I’m a widdo-bit stoned on sleep deprivation, and am about two hours from sitting in a corner and giggling to myself, and then writing another chapter of absolute driveling nonsense in the same way I talk for HOURS if there was someone here to talk back to me. (Mate has gotten to the point where he recognizes this. If I crawl into bed at two a.m. and am suddenly all hot to talk about laundry, finances, and child-rearing, sometimes he has to say, “Shut up, Amy, and go to sleep,” or we will BOTH be sleep deprived, and that’s no fun at all. He doesn’t get the giggles for one, and if neither of us is rational, we tend to yell at each other about stupid stuff and then get all sad when we’re done.)
But Sidecar is coming along nicely. It’s a period piece (too recent to be an historical) about the 80’s… now, everyone knows about the hair and the music, but some of this has made me research shit. When did we stop air-popping popcorn and start microwaving it? When did Pert get big? (At least ’86, because Mate used it in his hair and it smelled SO good!) How much did gas cost? What did guys do with their hair after the mullet grew out? How did guys look sexy in the early nineties when they were suddenly wearing oversized plaid flannel? How would a guy who likes mostly rock ‘n’ roll seduce a George Michael/Madonna fan into electric guitar?
So I’ve had fun playing with that–but it still feels detail thin.
So, what’s YOUR favorite 80’s/2012 time warp? What details would YOU add, if you were writing Joe and Casey’s story? Because, although the end is in sight, there’s still a bit of a journey, and I want this to be so textured, you can smell the Pert! Let me know– I’ll love to hear ideas!
And in the meantime? I’m gonna go lie down and pet Steve and giggle to myself until I sleep:-)