Happy Halloween everyone! This year I'm dressing up as a novelist.
I'm excited for November 1st to come, tomorrow, actually, dreading it a little, completely clueless about how it will feel and how it will all unfold. Yesterday I hung out at a computer station in the Louisville library, researching some back story details for my book. The library is an interesting place to spend any length of time as it draws folks to it who for one reason or another don't have a computer of their own to use. So why was I there? Well, for the time being I don't have a computer of my own to use. I'm actually blogging on my husband's computer (shhhh, don't tell the IT folks at his company). And his computer is particularly nice because it works. My computer is a dinosaur laptop from the 08's. The M key sticks and it still runs (tries to run) Windows XP. I took it to a PC shop here in Boulder that turned out to be the scuzziest, scariest private apartment in the whole town. I'm not sure I've ever been in a filthier, less-cared-about living space, and that says a lot because I've been in a whole bunch of scary, weird, ramshackle living spaces while visiting my out-of-state kid. Regardless of the state of his living quarters, I have a calm confidence in the PC guy to make my laptop work better. He works in a tiny back room in this apartment while his roommate (?) sits in a legal-weed stupor in front of the TV. PC guy was friendly enough, but very noticeably lacking in basic social skills, likely a side effect of 18 years of doing PC business in the tiny back room of a disgusting apartment.
Luckily he said I'd have my computer back today, in time for November 1st's start date. Whew.
I have a basic plot outline, some character development, a crisis, a back story, a potential love interest and even some names. While sipping a pinot noir from Mendocino last night at the bar at Leaf restaurant as I was waiting for my employer's staff meeting to start I looked up popular names from the 20's and 60's. There wasn't a Hunter or an Apple among them.
Must give this lovely working computer back to my husband.
Hey, just so you know, that "scary, ramshackle living space" happened to be a "super hip, exposed brick loft in trendy Williamsburg, Brooklyn." Also the most stupid expensive place I've ever lived. Luckily it was only a month. Can't wait to read your novel! Xoxo
ReplyDeleteHa, turns out I may not fully appreciate what is hip.
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