it’s like that game, operator
February 26th, 2009
I didn’t blog yesterday. I have a good excuse. I’ve been crazy busy these last few days, finishing up a draft of my new book, helping my daughter select an outfit for Picture Day (yesterday) and Wacky Outfit Day (today), restocking the fridge, which is devoid of food (go out of town for a few days and leave the man alone and he reverts to Bachelor and you come back to a cupboard containing a half carton of juice and peanuts).
Oh, also, I’ve been trawling the interwebs looking at all the sites for news about Catherine Hardwicke and If I Stay. The news is that there is no news save for the Entertainment Weekly item, which has been hashed, rehashed and picked apart and multiplied faster than tadpoles. But, hey, it’s fun to read the non-news, to read people opine about the choice of her as a director on a book they haven’t likely read and see how warped and lost in translation everything gets (the exception to this being bloggers like Persnickety Snark, who have read the book and seen Hardwicke’s movies beyond the fabulous Twilight and therefore totally get why I’m beyond excited and so very hopeful this all works out). Anyhow, in the past couple days, I can see in real time how rumors work, and how, maybe the news that Catherine Hardwicke and Summit were dead to each other got started even though, turns out, maybe not so true.
It’s kinda fun in the echo chamber. But the potential for letdown and mindwarp is huge. So, I’m trying to keep it all in check. Which is why I’m grateful I’ve got all those demands on my time, the other novel, Costco, and the all-important ensemble for Wacky Outfit Day. And if Madam will deign to sit for a picture and if the outfit has survived the day, I’ll post it later. It was pretty punk.