Sunday, April 10, 2011

Day 6 at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts



Spring is unfurling here in Virginia and so is my ability to concentrate and work. 



Now that the notebook project is finished (see previous two posts,) 


I have been dividing my time three ways: working on a short story, polishing my memoir manuscript, and sending out sample pages and/or a proposal—or at least a query letter for my memoir. My A list submissions are ready to go.



In a couple of months, I will move onto the B list if need be. There will be plenty of time while I’m here for digging into my next manuscript, too--the divorce manuscript. Working titles: His Big Fat Indian Wedding, The Geography of a Divorce, Flying Blind (since I flew around to be with family and friends because after 32 years in L.A. with Mr. Ex, I could not tolerate being there.) Suggestions? Feel free. I also like The Marriage Museum or the Marriage Mausoleum because he’s living in “our house” with the Little Missus and raising his new family there where we raised our girls. A little creeeepy. There’s something wrong about sleeping in the same bedroom, occupying the same space with the Little Missus that he occupied with me. Even the same bed—though at some point, they got a new one, I heard. There’s only one wall in that bedroom that will accommodate a queen size bed—so the two of them are right there where he and I used to be. The only way to change it up would be for him to sleep on my side of the bed…..which is even creeeeepier. 

3 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I like His Big Fat Indian Wedding and then you'll sell it for a movie and then you'll be overwhelmingly rich but you'll still get the money due you.

Gen said...

Yeah, very creeeeeepy! How awkward! What is he thinking?

Jules said...

Oh, yes, please....