Awake well before the sun today to work on revisions. I love the thought that the veil between the spirit world and the walking world is thinnest this time of year. I do not like horror movies or slasher films – real life is scary enough for me, thank you very much, and I think chain saws are best used on trees, not people. But I like the wind moving through the skeletal trees, chasing the leaves across the meadow and the geese out of the corn fields. I love fat pumpkins glowing with candles, and children dressed as ghosts and lions and sunflowers reminding us that life is all about sweetness and giggles. Happy Halloween, everyone.
Writer’s Almanac has a nice history of Halloween, if you care.
The revisions are unfolding nicely; fun scenes to even out the pacing between dramatic chapters, transitions that make sense (I hope), and some humor to balance out the dreadful stuff in my Main Character’s life. I really adore him.
BH and I head back to NYC on Wednesday for some book stuff and a day of researching (yes, I’m already beginning the earliest stages of work on the next book). I have to buy a dress today. This is one of my least favorite things to do on the planet, but I know that I’ll be happy once it’s over. I don’t have many dresses and they are all for summer-time. Must suck it up and pretend that I am an adult who has a complete and weather-appropriate wardrobe. Le sigh.
added later I hate shopping. Loathe it. I was never in danger of buying a dress because I never saw one that was remotely attractive, except for a couple that were suitable for the Oscars. Shopping for a different kind of outfit – pants and jacket/pants and sweater was complicated by the fact that nothing fit. ARGH! I hate shopping. I finally found up with a new pair of pants (8 tall) because my husband is the most patient man in the world. I swear I am only going to order from catalogs for the rest of my life.
For Halloween I will go dressed as a gawky, tall girl whose clothes don’t fit.