I’m supposed to be working on a couple of book reviews today, and I’m fairly distracted. The writing conference yesterday was both awesomely educational and horribly disheartening, and while I have some helpful suggestions from an agent, working on non-fic is easier today. Therefore, tying up some loose ends and finding some ideas to pitch to magazines is on the docket, which means looking through the notes on my phone. I swear that’s not a non-sequitur: smartphones are both awesome and dangerous for someone who has random ideas and conversations, because sometimes I go back and wonder what the hell I wanted to remember.
So, because a glance of notes in my phone made me chuckle (titles only):
“Hey! Don’t knock Boones Farm. When you’re poor in high school that’s all you can afford.” Said at a family gathering recently by one of my relatives who would never have admitted to drinking in high school when I was a teenager. Of course, that not only means she’s always been fun and trouble, but also that I’m old.
Quilters Dark Web: assassination orders, prohibited patterns, quilting a hellmouth portal… Oh yeah, there’s a story in this. It’s in my “pending attention” list.
Lickubus – like succubus/incubus who snacks I have no appropriate explanation for this. Some of my conversations are astounding.
Crotchless snowpants Came from the same convo as Lickubus. I wish I could remember if the two were related or some sort of weird progression…because I feel like a “bus” of any sort would be ALL ABOUT crotchless snowpants.
“The Freckly Princess” by Godfried Bomans I’m bummed to discover I can’t find this in English. I keep random books/authors in a list on my notes, so I don’t lose them when I’m hanging out at Barnes & Noble.
Dad’s sloppy joes recipe Oh yeah!! YUM! DAd’s secret to delicious Sloppy Joes is a can of Campbells Chicken Gumbo soup instead of anything ishy like Manwich. Ketchupy Joes and meat loaf make me gag: this is so much better.
“Ta to cuid anois” = you’re hers now Yeah. Not sure if that was kept as a threat or promise. Thanks, iphone.
EvilRocks! Truth. Not sure why that’s in my notes, but it’s completely true. She DOES rock. And lately, she’d respond with “Yupper!”
Mt. Hekla in Iceland: gateway to hell Well, either that’s part of the to-see list or a story location. Let’s go with both.
I have no decent explanation for any of this, except that my brain is a weird one; luckily so are the brains of my closest friends and family.