Thursday, May 27, 2004
I behaved like a small child yesterday, and I’m proud of it. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix arrived yesterday afternoon, and I sat up until nearly 3 AM reading it. I read the entire book. All 870 pages of it. Cheering for JK Rowlings all the way. She deserves every bit of acclaim she gets for this series. The imagination, playfulness, and soul of these books are delightful, in the true sense of “delight.”
What a terrific way to spend the day. Just what I needed – to lose myself completely in a book.
I’d gotten a bit of work done on the horse racing article, an article on gratitude (where I got stuck looking for the right gardening analogy – I want dandelions, but they’ve got a bad rap. But dandelions make me happy), an ad for some of the writing services, and a manuscript critique. I liked the piece a lot – when it goes through a few rewrites, it’s going to be an excellent book.
And the rest of the day was about Harry Potter.
Around one a.m., there was a terrific thunderstorm, with lightening and rain. I like thunderstorms, but the cats were less than amused, and they all sat in the chair with me.
I’m struggling with the racing article due tomorrow – mostly because the joy has gone out of it for me. What a shame. But I have a commitment, and I will see it through.
What’s a larger concern is that I’ve lost Daisy Montagu’s voice in The Widow’s Chamber. I’ve completely lost her cadence. I need to work on that this weekend. She’s about to come into prominence again. It’s very frustrating, and it’s difficult not to panic.