the happy mania

Was feeling a bit tetchy work still hadn't called back. I've only 10 days max before the deadline runs out and any chance of returning to the office vanishes in a puff of smoke. This is all too upsetting, and I couldn't think of anything better than to go out and busy myself. So: new haircut and 3 used Ella Fitzgerald CDs. The latter includes the second Ella/Louis Armstrong collaboration, featuring one of my favourite interpretations of 'I Won't Dance', and cheering me up considerably. Back in uni, this was the song me and the (crazy) roomie would sing to when we made dinner on weeknights. It's such a fun, silly song with the power to set aside our petty differences for the moment, if only to giggle at Louis half-growling/half-crooning 'merci beaucoup'. Ahhh, the magic of those two.

I'm also looking forward to chilling out to Ella's 1979 live Newport Jazz CD - a double disc album that sells on Amazon.com for nearly $20 and one I bought for $7 only (all the CDs were this price!).

Enough with this wistful blather. I present the next chapter in the unnamed ficlet. Good gravy, it took 1,000 words for Simon to go to the subway. What's next, 2,000 words for him in the lavy? Hmm...

I've just realised how hard it is to start writing again. It's like riding a bike, or something, one that gets better with practice. Erm, not exactly happy with this and it will need an edit at the end, but whatever, at least I've written something :) BTW decided against posting two updates in one entry. I'll have to write more the next time.

EDIT: International Batman Day either on 14 Feb or 19 Feb; former if you're bitter and willing to preempt that other holiday, latter because it's his birthday, awww. Pass it on!

Okay, remember how I was beating myself up for not starting on the Janowrimo? Yeah, okay, I actually wrote something today.

Hee.

Small steps, yeah, small steps. Anyway, I couldn't figure out what to write about, so I just went with the flow. Even when I was convinced there was a dead something (there is!) under my writing desk I did not let go.


I stopped because I figured it was plenty for today. Phew! Writing am hard! Tomorrow I'll decide what it is Simon wants to write about. *sigh* With my luck it ain't James Bond scripts.

Better post this before I decide to edit the bugger, ugh. *chomps on yummy chocolate raspberry cookies*