There we are again. So what would you call the emotional state of a scribe? An elevator. Up and down. Up and down. Currently going down. The good thing is if you are down there is only one way to go. At least I hope so.
A quick update on my projects. I am slogging along with the novel. I write and pretend to write and smile and go yay! and then I go boo! We shall see, what we shall see.
The R1 is happy sitting in the corner looking at the other kids play. Seriously I am starting the whining part of this project. Which of course ends only with the end of the project. Lets hope my loved ones won't up and run away... I will be drawn kicking and screaming through yet another project. I am incorrigible. *shakes head*
The weather is nice and warm but also cool and breezy. We also have had some rains, which for me is superb weather. I never go swimming in the sea near my city as it is filthy and there are too many people around. The main thing is not to hear "There she blows!" while swimming. ;) I love the sea but I prefer a healthy distance between me and other humans or other beings in general (misanthrope attack). So I do not mind rain. The more the better.
And that's it I think for today, I got no other news
There I start with a song! What a weekend! I kinda drifted between excitement, fear, worry, exultation, embarrassment, worry, avoidance, grinning madly and back again (not a very stable person indeed).
So on Friday my friend had a party for the publication of her first fiction book http://hildapapadimitriou.gr/ It's in greek and we've been nagging her to translate it in English as I know people, some with spikes, some without would love it. It's a mystery, a music detective story, called For A Handful Of Vinyl Records. It's an interesting book because you can walk the streets she is describing and listen to the music of the book. The book is exploding with music. Someone is killing off record collectors, vinyl records. Every chapter starts with some lyrics, and there are a lot of references that music lovers can enjoy. Also the characters are real and have real passions and real reactions. Then of course there is the essential Athenian feel of the people. You know these people, you might be these people. I enjoyed the book and I guess that it shows.
So she had a party where her friends turned up, and boy we filled the cafe that the party was taking place in and we spilled in the plaza. There was drinking and dancing and hugs! Wonderful warm hugs from people I really like and I hope they like me. As a tactile person I adore hugs. It's the feeling of being engulfed by someone else, allowed within in a way. And I know about quality hugs. There's the Oh hi ones, and then there's the OMG I AM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU ones. Well I got plenty of the second kind. And i was embarrassed a bit from things but i kinda deserved it and the person that did it likes me a lot, so all's well.
Saturday was supposed to be a day of meeting people, persons, individuals, but it fell through, so I got stuck at home, with my bff at her home chatting with me on msn. Saturday kinda shorta definitely sucked.
Now Sunday i got to meet my PhD prof (yeah i am a busy little bee) and he is wonderful and awesome and clever and has been exactly that all the 15 years I've known him. I'm going to present a paper at a convention he decreed. Eeeek! goes my scarddy heart. Still... Hell yes!! Finally something worthy, something that will return value to me. It was a good meeting indeed and I felt what i always get near him. I felt more clever. I don't know if you have noticed it but when you talk to certain people they bring you up to their level and boy it's exhilarating.
My to do list then consists of the following
finish my god-damned book by the end of July
get a draft paper to my prof by the end of July
inform my supervisor of the meeting with my prof
love the people i love as intensely as I can
and keep that feeling of being wanted of being thought special of being accepted near cause i am going to need it.
I know Hear of gold is a N. Young song but J.Cash owns most the songs he ever told. Sorry Hilda. :)
