So yesterday was spent in an excellent way. I was able to start New Story Idea, which was totally awesome. I locked myself down in the basement like Sloth (Baby Ruth??) and started typing typing typing. I'm doing a 30 day trial of Scrivener to see how I feel about it, and so far... I kind of love it to bits. I know it's definitely a love it/hate it piece between writers, but I'm falling on the Love It side. I understand the Hate Its, though.
ANYWAY, after a while, Hubs wanted to go run on the nice afternoon, so I took a break to hang out with the Mutt and watch some TV. While watching TV, this commercial for the Chevy Malibu came on (note: for fans of early seasons of Sex and the City, please see backseat for SKIPPER, YO.)
I love this song, and I also love to belt it out.
After a while, I decide to let Mutt outside for a little run around the backyard. It should be noted that, since I had been writing all day prior to this, I was wearing my glasses, purple striped capri jammie pants, a Stars Hollow hooded sweatshirt, a Duran Duran t-shirt, and neon blue house slippers I got for a dollar at IKEA. While unlocking the door, I start singing to the dog, something I often do. Of course, I'm belting out the lyrics "Why do I find it hard to write the next line?/Oh, I want the truth to be saaaaaaaaid" when I whip the door open and shimmy out onto our porch...
Where I find our next door neighbor doing yard work and looking at me as though I'm wearing my jammies at 4 pm singing "True" by Spandau Ballet at the top of my lungs in broad daylight.
In general, I managed to be Liz Lemon, Lorelai Gilmore, and Jess Day all in one fell swoop. Who's that girl? Who's that girl?