(not) Lazy Sunday

I’ve got a lot on my plate today. A bunch of line edits for Under the Rose (due next week) and more work to go on my W.I.P. (I’ve almost used up all my advance capital from last week. According to my chart, I’ve enough word count to last me until Wednesday.)

Last night I went to a wedding reception for two friends, which was lots of fun. The bride is Russian, so the reception featured all sorts of great Russian touches in the food and drink selection. I had horseradish and pickle and honey-and-pepper flavored vodkas. Sailor Boy and I were informed of a tradition in which we, as the next to be married, were supposed to eat the pickle and garlic clove from inside the bottle. I suspect, perhaps, that this “tradition” was made up on the spot in order to watch us squirm. And squirm we did, because, um, gross. I was assigned the pickle, and I think, judging from the expression on SB’s face, that I got the (very) slightly better end of the deal. I also met a librarian and we had lots of good discussions about books. Ooh, books. Love books.

I also realized how many books I have started and not finished. It’s nothing where I’m not compelled to finish, but I just have SO MANY books in my “to be read” pile and they are scattered about my apartment that I just keep picking them up at different times and then misplacing them. I should probably limit myself to short stories or novellas for that reason, at least until I’m given more of a chance to do steady reading work. Good thing both Magic for Beginners and Viva Las Bad Boys are on my list of half-finished. I’m also part of the way through: Slave to Sensation, Oh My Goth, Wuthering High, Rebel Angels, and The Subtle Knife. I need to start focusing more.

Or maybe, clean my apartment. Okay, off to work.