My brain is officially fried.  Which could be because I have eggs on my mind.  How else can I explain writing the word “joke” as “jolk”, like egg yolk?  And then wondering why my spell check was underlining it?  I did this not once, but twice yesterday.  That’s how I know I’m getting close to burnout.

No jolk.

Here’s my week in summary:

6,785 new words added to the WIP this week (insert Big Fat Yay Me! here).

Received some feedback from my agent regarding the revised manuscript.  She likes it! She likes it!  We have a phone meeting scheduled for Tuesday to talk about what happens next.

Ordered four new books from Barnes & Noble:
MASTERING THE ART OF FRENCH COOKING by Julia Child (you saw that one coming, didn’t ya?)
SHIVER by Maggie Stiefvater
WINTERGIRLS by Laurie Halse Anderson
MOCKINGJAY by Suzanne Collins (this one won’t be out till August, but if I pre-order it, I save a couple bucks)

Clearly I’m on a YA kick these days.

Finally finished reading THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO last night.  It was a great book, a really interesting, really well-written, really poignant book, but it has left me feeling super sad and mopey today.  Why are Pulitzer Prize winning novels always so sad? I’ve had THE ROAD by Cormac McCarthy on my shelf for over a year now, and dude, I just don’t know if I can go there.

Started compiling a list of books to buy when I hit Powell’s next month.  I’m trying to rebuild the collection of books I had (and loved) when I was a kid, and I can only do this with used books, because I’m trying to find the exact versions I had back in the 70s and 80s.  Finding them brings me great happiness and much joy!

That was my week, and now I’m looking forward to a weekend of doing nothing.  Because let’s face it, as great as I am at doing other things (like sleeping and watching TV and looking in the fridge for something to eat), I do nothing extremely well.

Have a great weekend.