The great work is temporarily stalled on my nightstand. Proust in Pictures has languished since Christmas. I read the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo which scared the bejesus out of me, and started The Girl Who Played With Fire which also seems pretty scarey.
Too many projects afloat. Need to give 4 more Toastmaster speeches between now and June. Just finished a revision class. Trying to finish my novel. Need to send out more queries. We have a huge slide scanning project on the home front. Big Love, Damages and The Good Wife occupy my TV time, as does the Food Channel. And I need to learn Word Press. What would Proust do? He'd finish his novel. I don't go out into society much, but of course, the occasional foray is sometimes required. Winter is progressing much too quickly. Spring and the call of the garden will soon arrive.
We had wild turkeys in the yard, necesssitating a trip to PETCO for some cracked corn.
Here is someone else who is having his own Proust troubles. A fellow reader, or non-reader.
Nonetheless, I am determined to forge on, if I could only get by the freaking parties until the last party, the best by far.