So I'm getting movies off Netflix that he doesn't want to see or has already seen, watching them as I lounge around in my Curious George pajamas, and trying not to think about him not being here. Generally, I'm OK. The good news earlier this week helped tremendously. A charming Will Smith is mildly distracting. Knowing I'm only 1 chapter away from finally finishing Echoes is good. But I still miss him.
Speaking of Echoes, I finished the 2nd of the 2 finale chapters like I hoped I would. And yeah, it really needed to be split up. The first chapter clocked in at 3700 words and the 2nd was 5100. Both of them will be posted on Tuesday so that people won't have to wait any longer than I originally promised. Now I just have to write the last one.
Then I'm concentrating on finishing Diamond Studded Flunkies. I'm only 4 or so chapters away from writing the end of that so it shouldn't take more than a week to do. After that, it's the original I'm doing based on Rhapsody. My goal this year is to write 3 new original novels, the Rhapsody rewrite (it's just the basic premise; while it's still paranormal, it's all magic and no vampires, less of the ensemble, and no headhopping which means tighter prose), a sequel to Chains of Jericho, and then something else. If I can get more than that done, that would be great. This is what I'm aiming for, though. I think it's doable. Chains took me 6 weeks to write, and the book I just sold was about the same. Not too shabby for 85,000-90,000 words.
Tomorrow is going to be busy. The kids are invited to a dual birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow night, so we're going out in the morning to get gifts and incidentals. Alicia has a 3-day weekend, so I think I'm going to take them to see Hoodwinked at some point this weekend, too. If anyone on my flist sees it before I do, comments on how it is would be greatly appreciated. :)
Otherwise, my life is boring, boring, boring. Looked through the Entertainment Weekly that arrived today and got all sad because Chad Lowe and Hilary Swank are separating. I've *got* to be hormonal to be upset about a celebrity marriage I have zero investment in. It's just...they always seemed normal, you know what I mean? I don't know why. It was just one of those celebrity marriages that I actually liked. Like Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick. Or Will Smith and Jada Pinkett-Smith. Just like they seemed like they belonged together.
OK, zoning out while posting to stare at the family pictures on the wall? Not cool. Crying bad. It doesn't make a difference how adorable I think Alicia is in the silly old-fashioned tub Craig insisted on, or that looking at Craig makes me smile. Crying *bad*.
Maybe I shouldn't have watched a romantic comedy. That probably didn't help.
*runs off to answer phone*
*runs back all smiling*
Craig's landed safely in England. :) Only talked for about 30 seconds because his battery was about to die, but he called me first so that I wouldn't worry. I love my man. :)