Late Nights Make Me Silly
Yeah, when you stumble to the front door to let the cats out (because, of course, they will DIE IF THEY DON’T GET OUT THIS INSTANT) and see the sunshine, hear the birds singing, and even the thought of a bowl of Cheerios is too much effort…
…then, my friend, you know you stayed up too late last night getting your heroine in trouble.
I used to be able to pull all-nighters and be fresh as a daisy afterward. Then I hit a long jag of nothing but all-nighters. (It’s called early parenthood.) And when I surfaced from that at 30 I found out I had lost that ability. My body says, “Stay up all night and expect me to work the next morning? HAHAHAHAHA! You’re joking, right?”
Of course, it could have something to do with me staying up to write fiction instead of getting into trouble myself. Perhaps my body would be happier if I was out dancing or something. I do miss dancing. However, I do not miss the boozed-up jerkwads or some DJ’s idea of “cool” music shattering my eardrums with feedback when all I want is a beat. Oh, or my ride getting drunk and leaving me stranded.
Guess I’ve just gotten old and boring. I’d rather be hitting 50K on the YA and getting my heroine shot. You know, doing actual work.
Guess this means I need to turn in my “cool mama” card. Where does one mail those things back to anyway? If I can’t find a mailing address I’m going to have to keep it and just impersonate a cool mama.
Yes, I’m in a silly mood today. Can you tell? Here, have my morning earworms: one is Cutting Crew’s “(I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight” and the other? Murray Head’s “One Night In Bangkok.” The mashup inside my head is a thing of beauty and wonder, but I can’t share it because video and audio editing software is not jacked into my brain yet. Sorry. You’ll just have to imagine.
The Internet has been all over Roger Ebert’s deliciously cranky review of the new Transformers movie. His review actually makes me want to go see it MORE, because my complaint about Transformers 1 was “Less girlfriend, more FIGHTING ROBOTS!” I don’t want fricking plot in a Transformers movie, for Chrissake. I want ROBOTS. LOTS OF ROBOTS DUKING IT OUT. I want 99.9% PURE ROBOT BATTLE. Plot is for, you know, actual stories. Not for marketing machines built on a Hasbro line, for Chrissake. (Were Transformers Hasbro? I forget.)
Okay. All silliness aside, it’s time for me to make another lunge at finishing up this book. See you around, chickadees.
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June 24th, 2009 at 1:28 pm
We have a club that is a private gay bar but goes goth one day a week, on Mondays. It’s an absolutely gorgeous club with a walled, private courtyard complete with fountains. The area opens off of the dance floor so if the mood strikes, you can go out there and dance. Since it’s a gay bar 6 nights a week, you either have to know about “goth night” or don’t suffer from homophobia and are willing to join the club. This combo keeps the crowds down, leaving plenty of room on the floor to dance which was my key reason for going there. Nothing starts hopping until 11 so there’s no point in even going out until then and continues until about 2:45 a.m.
I used to go most Mondays and despite getting home about 3:15 am (30 minute drive), I was awake and functional the following morning. Now, to even think about doing that, my body shudders. It would wipe out not only Tuesday but my entire week. *laugh*
Thank ghods I no longer have to worry about the cool mom club as I will be joining the cool gramma club at the end of the year. I think the fact that I used to go to a gay bar/goth club, own a motorcycle, etc. will give me membership for life. *g*
June 25th, 2009 at 8:08 am
Oh, all-nighters. How dangerously close I have come to pulling them in the last month. Such is the case when you’re working on two-soon-to-be-three projects at once, one of which is being co-written by someone 6 hours ahead of you. I’m thoroughly baffling my husband, who cannot understand how I’m surviving on as little sleep as I get.
I tell him coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
June 25th, 2009 at 10:21 am
You don’t mail back the ‘cool mama’ card (or the ‘cool daddy-o card’ in my case) but rather, you hang them up on the wall in a cool frame and sit around with your equally old and senile friends and remember with fondness how it was ‘back in the day’!
Oh and amen to the Transformers. I’m sick of reading reviews that hammer it for having to much robot fighting….If Bay was trying to get an Oscar he wouldn’t have done Transformers. It’s not Shakespeare (its better) it’s freaking robots kicking the crap out of each other and as a child of the eighties I am rather enjoying watching my childhood unfold on the big screen!!!! The movie ROCKED!