Juiced

So, today I’m sitting in Barnes and Noble, writing in this cute little 1.99 notebook I’d just bought along with what looks like three really good books. I’m not reading them — I’m writing. Dreck, but writing nonetheless.

I’m drinking a Juiced Tea by Tazo. Yum.

Mind is wandering because some young guy is checking me out over the top of the half-wall. Don’t worry, he didn’t check long. Think the ponytail made him think I was younger. Cool.

The look on his face once he really saw me? Not so cool. Not that I was interested since I’m extremely happily married and he was, well, probably just out of high school. Eh, no.

So, now I’m distracted though because he actually made that disappointed face– you ladies over thirty know the one. Ouch.

So, since I fidget when I get distracted, I pull the label off my Tazo and inside I read this:

“Your appreciation of the pleasures of Tazo makes you one of the planet’s more highly evolved souls. Is that good news or what?”

I’m buying a lot of Tazo now. Yep, just for that.

Here I was already feeling highly evolved for my decision to take some time out of my afternoon to write quietly in Barnes and Noble.

Here I was feeling highly evolved for not buying the 29.99 leather bound journal and instead finding that little one with the big red sticker on it. I just needed to jot ideas, the 1.99 notebook was just right.

Here I was feeling highly evolved because I actually bought books even though I’ve been in one of those horrible reading funks.

Please someone, pull me out of this reading funk!!!

Haven’t been feeling so highly evolved lately. More like restless and brain-fried.

You know those periods of time when absolutely nothing holds your interest. The book can be over the top fantastic and you set it down or in my case lately, lose it because there is freaking too much going on.

Before you know it, you have around 37 unfinished books you’re reading and you keep them as much in sight as possible so you don’t forget, so they pile up all over the place and the place already feels messy because it’s winter break and EVERYONE is home 24/7 and even though you said quite firmly that you were writing yesterday… and then you shut the door… each person in the family wandered into the office at least three times so you gave up and tried to clean and ended up moving all those piles of unfinished books around the house…

Whoa. Take a deep breath, Rinda.

Seriously though, I hate it when I get this restless, but I know why. All you writers know why.

I haven’t had writing time to myself since before Thanksgiving!! I love the holidays but I’m seriously looking forward to January. I only have one party to throw instead of the five, yes FIVE, I took on altogether over the past couple of months. (I’m not complaining about the parties– they were all fun and I loved them– had wonderful times in fact, but I’m slightly scrambled now. )

I haven’t been able to write much and for some reason, I can’t focus on one book so yeah, today I was feeling pretty highly evolved for making the decision to take a quiet break out of the house for me. Just me.

And I was feeling highly evolved because I actually bought some books that look kick-ass enough to hold my interest.

And yeah, I was feeling pretty highly evolved for being juiced on Tazo Tea because damn, I just like the stuff. And since they so kindly pointed out how highly evolved my soul is, I’m kinda liking them right now.

So tonight, I’m nicely relaxed and working on my creepy, deep south story while groovin’ to Amethystium– fantastic writing music, btw.
:: amethystium / music Check them out!

And my company? My lovely cat, Saber.

0 thoughts on “Juiced”

  1. Don’t feel like you’re alone. I’m a huge fan of the Blaze line with HQN and can’t seem to get into one book at all.

    I used to have my own room to write, but gave it to the hubby for our workout machine. I’m now in the family room with the kids… and the blasted TV. I’m asking for it, but getting what needs to be done… done.

    I too write to music!! Awesome isn’t it?

    Oh, and at least the guy who was checkin’ you out wasn’t like the one I had hit on me in Montgomery, AL. He worked for the CIA, ya know? What an ass. I’m not dumb.

  2. The last guy to seriously hit on me was around eighty and he told me he had money. OUCH.

    If you go back through my posts, I usually post music info. Books and music are my two major loves so I spend a lot of time looking for good music. I always try to post a link where you can hear a sample, too. Sometimes, it’ll be hard music and sometimes, soft. It’ll depend on the mood that day. (grin)

    The CIA, eh? I had one tell me FBI once. Jeez.

  3. Oh and he not only worked for the CIA, but he was on assignment looking for terrorist… at a B&N in Montgomery, AL.

    I think I would have rather had your 80 year old man with money…

    Thanks for the music info. Writing and music are my to most favs too!

  4. My favorite was a guy I met at a psychic convention. On our first date he tells me that God told him he was going to have a close encounter of the 3rd kind and that I was going with him as his wife. I developed an early headache, seriously. When he dropped me off at home he mentioned that he wasn’t yet divorced from his 3rd wife (this was a young guy) but as soon as the divorce was final we could be married. I used it as an out and said I couldn’t possibly see or talk to him again until his divorce was final. He thought I was really virtuous!! The next day I found a new appartment, moved and changed my phone number.

    I’m hoping that by now he is off somewhere with the aliens and I don’t have to worry about bumping into him again.

    Betty S

  5. I always feel highly evolved when I sip Earl Gray at the bookstore. Seriously. It makes me feel so special and pampered.

    I’ve been funked because this stupid bronchitis has left me bedridden and unable to work – I’ve got syllabi to revise, an ITV class to plan and get online, plus I wanted to work on my wedding curse book. I also have updates for Mandy and Gena’s websites. But did I get anything done? Nope. Hardly anthing at all.

    Plus I did not see one movie this break. No Narnia. No Producers. Nothing. Maybe next week.

  6. Kelli, you need to get well. I think Terri is actually picking me up so I’ll go the January meeting. I’d love to see you, too…

    All, my husband is the bomb. Today, I told him about the young man at Barnes and Noble and the look he gave me.

    My husband said he knew what the look was– that the boy realized he didn’t have a chance with a woman like me.

    Oh, he’s good. He’s real good.

  7. Loved the Tazo teaser. Hope you got your emotional batteries recharged and are ready to hit the writing hard – had one of the Bats ask me about you this week. Told her you’re going strong with writing and have Sarah on your side for critiques (had to brag on Sarah as well).

    And I’m ROFL at R’s response. – Does that man know how to respond or WHAT?! – lol

    p.s. – Enjoyed the family photos in the later post.

  8. I want to be going strong with the writing. I’ve decided to finish an older manuscript and try Bombshell. It has a kick ass hacker heroine who deserves her chance to shine. Plus, with the new number guidelines, I need to write only 120 pages.

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