I love it when that happens. And I love strangeness, especially when it feels familiar despite the fact that it's bizarre. Stuff like this encourages me to play with my brain.
I'll review the book that upended Masks and sent it spinning into unforeseen directions when I'm done.
In other news, the boy is home for a visit. I'm always happier when he's here. He has a project he's working on and I'm hoping to guide him through the process of creation. I know how hard it can be to begin something creative. When we face a blank page, we're really facing ourselves. It's weird but true that when we're faced with ourselves, we don't feel up to our own challenge. You'd think that hey, it's my challenge and I want to do it, what's the harm in trying? And there is no harm ... just terrible, nasty doubt and that doubt knows all your buttons and switches because it's you.
Anyway, I have to go to work now. I wish I could stay home, but I'm just too darned ethical to call in sick, even when I'm feeling sick-ish, since my malaise is entirely my own fault. It's not a cold, it's not a broken bone or a severed artery ... it's called insufficient sleep after a huge day and then waking up before first light to take my DH to the airport. Thank you to all the folks who turned out for my DH's first-ever book signing and reading at Cedar Hills Powells last night. I had a ton of fun before, during and after, and I'm all right with feeling dragged out, headachy and feeling like I want to eat nothing all day today because my tummy is unsettled. It was totally worth it.
Totally.
