I love the moment when the ball is in the air, and I’m focusing on it, and I’m not thinking about anything else. I’m not thinking about paying rent. Vintage Bath Soap Tiger Poster. I’m not worrying about the next audition. I’m not feeling the fear of being just a bartender. It’s my moment of Zen. I used to feel the same way when I was acting, or in front of a camera. And I still do when I get to do it. At first it was absolutely shocking. He’s up every two hours. If all he does is grumble, there’s a good chance that he’ll fall back asleep. But if he starts gobbling out vowels and consonants—that means he’s up for good and nobody’s going back to sleep for a while. We’ve been getting some longer chunks of sleep lately. But whenever we think it’s conquered, there’s a curveball. So we’ve just had to embrace being absolutely knackered all the time.
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The first thing to go was our vocabularies. You know when you can’t quite think of a word but then you suddenly get it? Well that doesn’t happen anymore. Vintage Bath Soap Tiger Poster. The word never comes. So now we consider it a win if we’re able to communicate a rough idea of what we mean. I’m writing a Grandma Noir. The premise is this: a lady comes to an old person’s home, but nobody likes her. Suddenly she turns up dead and our protagonist Helen has to solve the mystery. There’s a motorized wheelchair chase. There’s a Viagra orgy. There’s a villain who’s faking Alzheimer’s while masterminding a pill-trading operation. It’s got everything. I sent the book to a bunch of agents. I got a nibble from one of them. She told me that she made it to page 100 before quitting, so I figure I’m on the right track.