Everything I Wanted To

I did everything I wanted to on Saturday. Mostly, this was to prove to myself that I can do anything I want to do, even silly things, and not feel guilty about it. Often on the weekends, I am so overflowing with apathy and indecision that I end up doing nothing. And then the work-week comes and I’m left thinking about all the fun things I would like to have done over the weekend but didn’t. Well, as I said, on Saturday I did just about everything I wanted to do. And it was cool.

I wrote in the morning, discovering that the two short stories I had thought I’d be working on before getting back to my novel were indeed beyond redemption. They had promise long ago, when my heart was invested in them, but, try as I might, I can’t find any way to shape these two pieces into something I’m happy with. Maybe someday, but not today.

Which led me to a conversation with Stephanie about how this left me with only one short story to market myself with this fall. But, in a true display of how good a day it was, my conversation with Stef led me to realize that there were as many as six chapters in my novel that could be marketed as individual stories. This, of course, led me to the conclusion that I really should get back to work on my novel, which is what I’ve been wanting to do for sometime anyway.

(The crisis there was that my plan for marketing myself involved having short stories. Agents often sift through the literary magazines for new authors they like and then they make the move, calling to see if you have a novel ready. It’s much harder to just send novels out to agents without a track record.)

So, after my conversation with Stef, which interrupted her re-reading of The Fellowship of the Ring, I came back upstairs and began to plot out my plan of attack on the novel. I deduced that I needed two new chapters to fill it out, along with the three short interludes that I was going to build out of my former prologue, and then I figured out which chapters needed the most work and which specific chapters could be used as short stories.

And that was all before lunch!

We did lunch at Panera Bread in Bedford, then shopped at the mall for a while, picking up copies of the new The Truman Show DVD as well as Sin City, which I’d never been able to see in the theaters. And after the mall I brought Stef home to relax while I went off to take care of my car’s tire, which I couldn’t actually get taken care of because everybody was already closed, or their warehouse was, or something.

I finished my afternoon out at the Borders bookstore in Nashua, looking for a new book to pick up on Monday morning. I finally ended up with The Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis, though I did consider picking up the a hardcover collection of the first thirteen issues of Ultimate Spider-Man instead.

Back at home, I played The Sims 2 for the first time in a good long while, using cheats to kill off characters who had been annoying to play so that I could get on with playing the characters I wanted to play. And I got carried away with the game, so much so that I didn’t realize it was almost seven o’clock until Stephanie came up with a look on her face that seemed to silently ask the question, “You know I’m eating for two, right?”

Since it’d been several hours since we’d had lunch, I finished up the game right quick and we ordered up some Chinese food. We ended up watching The Truman Show while we ate, and then Stef fell asleep on the couch towards the end, and I eventually did as well while watching the extras.

And this entry is absolutely incoherent, I’m sure, but I needed to share with you the excitement of a day on which I did anything I wanted to and to remind myself how much fun it was so that I will remember to do this again sometime.