A Few Notes
1. I think I'm going to do NaNoWriMo again this year. I'm pretty sure my first sentence is going to be, "All the characters in this story are fat." Because if I read one more book that describes all of its characters as "chiseled" or "athletic" or "beautiful" or "skinny" or "so handsome she melted" or whytheface ever, I'm going to scream. So, that's it. Characters are fat. Only 49,992 more words necessary.
2. Why yes, I am reading crap novels. I have read an intense amount of nonfiction lately about all sorts of scientific info and psychological breakthroughs and one crazy ass journal article about counselor identity. And my brain hurts. So I am blazing through novels that suck but not so much suck that I cannot deal with it and just enough storyline to make it readable.
2.a. This is absolutely one of those moments where turning into my mother is acknowledged. The woman hardly sleeps and when she cannot sleep, she reads Harlequin Romances. I don't know why. All of her degrees involve literature of some kind. Yet there she sits with Buck and his chiseled bronze chest and Dottie who didn't know she could love and away go nights for her. While I have not stooped to Harlequins, I am reading Dan Brown which is pretty much the same thing.
2.b. As of now, however, this Dan Brown book has nothing to do with religion. It best stay that way. Religion symbol books are boring.
2.c. Unless Carrie thinks the magic liquid is the amniotic fluid from Jesus's birth. Then religion symbol books are hysterical.
3. I had the toughest counseling session to date with a brand new client where, for the first time ever, I had to check my countertransference level. Then I had to try not to cry. And THEN, after those two things, the woman told me about a dog dying. Not fair.
4. The brakes went out on the Escape so there goes $1500. Bye bye $1500. Didn't like you anyway.
5. Took the house off the market yesterday. Now comes my favorite part where other realtors hawk in on the listing. I'm trying to think of a funny poem to read when they call but I'm not a poet, just an ass, so it's hard.
6. Another client's dog died as well. This happened to me two years ago. Do dogs die in pairs or something? If so, you can't have mine, DogGod. Stay away.
7. I don't know why lists are easier than paragraphs.
8. I am a story junkie. Except for ONE person whose story I could not care less about and do not inquire so as to avoid her thinking I am showing interest. It's a weird little feeling to not ask totally overtly personal questions of someone I see on a regular basis. I think she even has an interesting one to tell. But can't do it.
9. She also bought a house and thinks we're going to turn that into our new office. Um, no.
I'm going to end on 9. Break the mold. I think 3's got screwed by even numbers somewhere along the line and I intend to remedy that. It's a lofty goal.
2. Why yes, I am reading crap novels. I have read an intense amount of nonfiction lately about all sorts of scientific info and psychological breakthroughs and one crazy ass journal article about counselor identity. And my brain hurts. So I am blazing through novels that suck but not so much suck that I cannot deal with it and just enough storyline to make it readable.
2.a. This is absolutely one of those moments where turning into my mother is acknowledged. The woman hardly sleeps and when she cannot sleep, she reads Harlequin Romances. I don't know why. All of her degrees involve literature of some kind. Yet there she sits with Buck and his chiseled bronze chest and Dottie who didn't know she could love and away go nights for her. While I have not stooped to Harlequins, I am reading Dan Brown which is pretty much the same thing.
2.b. As of now, however, this Dan Brown book has nothing to do with religion. It best stay that way. Religion symbol books are boring.
2.c. Unless Carrie thinks the magic liquid is the amniotic fluid from Jesus's birth. Then religion symbol books are hysterical.
3. I had the toughest counseling session to date with a brand new client where, for the first time ever, I had to check my countertransference level. Then I had to try not to cry. And THEN, after those two things, the woman told me about a dog dying. Not fair.
4. The brakes went out on the Escape so there goes $1500. Bye bye $1500. Didn't like you anyway.
5. Took the house off the market yesterday. Now comes my favorite part where other realtors hawk in on the listing. I'm trying to think of a funny poem to read when they call but I'm not a poet, just an ass, so it's hard.
6. Another client's dog died as well. This happened to me two years ago. Do dogs die in pairs or something? If so, you can't have mine, DogGod. Stay away.
7. I don't know why lists are easier than paragraphs.
8. I am a story junkie. Except for ONE person whose story I could not care less about and do not inquire so as to avoid her thinking I am showing interest. It's a weird little feeling to not ask totally overtly personal questions of someone I see on a regular basis. I think she even has an interesting one to tell. But can't do it.
9. She also bought a house and thinks we're going to turn that into our new office. Um, no.
I'm going to end on 9. Break the mold. I think 3's got screwed by even numbers somewhere along the line and I intend to remedy that. It's a lofty goal.