On Assignment

 Deadlines, deadlines yet again. Tomorrow I have to submit some very important files for my other job, but... hmm... what the heck - it doesn't hurt to stray awhile and update your blog for a few minutes, does it? I surely miss blogging. At least, if I get too busy and forget my pledged 500 words a day  for my new book, then tinkering a while on my blog is writing- just the same!

I just learned that the romance novelist Barbara Cartland used to read at least 30 books while she worked on a new novel. Her books are quite simple paperbacks, but honestly, they fed my romantic fantasy dreams when I was in high school. I've read just too many Barbara Cartland novels that's why, I guess, I resemble an oozing caramel with my love affairs. Whatever that means.

 My book assignment is too little compared to Barbara Cartland's. Just a small stack. These books above are the books that I have to read for my other work. A combination of the arts, living in a big house, the incessant longing of some lovers like Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw. Lovers... lovers. Again, the caramel thing.

Also in the pile are old catalogs of painting auctions from Sothesby's or Christies. I've just finished the first coating of the canvass at home as I intend to paint (seriously...yay!) this month. Again, related with my new book.

But what worries me is that Julienne is already crawling on fours. If , I shower with the door open to see her crawl under the table and mess with the wires of our computer, then I have to think again (read: think hard) how to deal with her with all that paint in the house.