Ever have one of "those days", where you just can't settle down to doing anything? I have writing to work on (up to page 23 of the Philip Sidney's ghost story, yay!!), yard work to do, ironing to complete if want non-rumpled clothes for work tomorrow, but I don't WANT to do anything. So, here I am, reading email, looking at other authors' blogs, and rambling away here. I have also listened to Coldplay's "Rush of Blood to the Head" about 3 times in a row, and all I can think is "Damn you, Gwyneth Paltrow! Damn your stupid long blonde hair and your stupid skinny ass! You take all the interesting men in the world and leave nothing for us short brunettes." Sigh. Not productive.
Maybe I'll just give up and go to the bookstore. There are several new books I want to get, including: 1) Gaelen Foley's One Night of Sin, 2) Meredith Bond's Love of My Life, 3) Marianne Mancusi's Connecticut Fashionista (saw this one all over the RT conference, it looks fab!), 4) Jennifer Ashley's Confessions of a Lingerie Addict (because I can so indentify), 5) Gena Showalter's Awaken Me Darkly (yeah, I know she's my critique partner, and I have techically already read it, but it's different when it's a real book, with pages and a kick-ass cover!). Maybe I'll get a mocha frappucino while I'm there, too. But not a chocolate-chip scone. It's bikini season, after all. Did I mention I hate Gwyneth Paltrow?