Crumbling Foot & Other Randomness

What's cooking? Probably pizza. The frozen variety.

Thanks for all the great comments on Wednesday's post. I appreciate you sharing your wisdom with me.

The nice thing about *not* being published is that the only pressure I feel about my writing is the pressure I put on myself. One thing's for sure, I think I'm trying to focus on too many projects at once. So, for the next couple weeks, I'm just going to work on finishing my WiP (55,000 words at the moment!).

After that first draft is done, while I'm letting it sit, maybe I'll come back to my list of changes for V-Day. If I feel like it, that is. Yes, the unpublished life is a pampered one.

And while we're on the subject, Elana Johnson had a great post the other day about Dream Agents. It goes right along with what I was blogging about on Wednesday.

In other Sonnichsen news ... Here's a transcript of a conversation I had with eight-year-old Olivia last night:

At bedtime. Of course. Because that's the only time great conversations begin when you're eight. It's a tried and true sleep-avoidance technique.

Olivia: Mom, what is a crumbling foot?

Me: Uh, can you tell me the context?

Olivia: Well, when I was watching the documentary about King Tut with Daddy the other day, they said he had a crumbling foot.

Me: Um ... was it Tut's mummy? Maybe they didn't preserve his foot well enough and it crumbled?

Olivia: No, when he was alive he had a crumbling foot. They said he might have died because of his crumbling foot -- when he was hunting or when he was fighting in a battle, his crumbling foot made him die.

Me: Do you think they said he had a crippled foot?

Olivia: No, it was a crumbling foot.

Me: Okay, well, let me talk to Baba about it and see if he remembers anything about a crumbling foot.

*several minutes later*

Me: Olivia, Baba says King Tut had a club foot. Do you think you heard 'club foot' instead of 'crumbling foot?'

Olivia: No, it was a crumbling foot. (Then, in a perfect Egyptian accent, a direct quote from the documentary, and she did not forget to roll her r's:) King Tut lived all his life with a crrumbling foot.

Come on, say it out loud. I dare you. I think you'll see why my poor daughter was insistent about the state of King Tut's foot.

Have a lovely day, everyone!