First off, I’ll admit I’m totally scatterbrained right now, and this post will be…umm…pretty random.
I’m home after spending 24 of the last 30 days on the road. The No Mercy book tour went great, and I am happy I got to connect with so many readers, booksellers, friends, etc. I have a new appreciation for those people who have to travel for their jobs all the time, not just once in a while. A different airport, a different hotel room every night, dining alone, having the dedication to actually use the gym in the hotel, instead of just passing by it like I did.
Now I’m struggling to catch up. By my estimation I’m…24 days behind. Oh sure, I tried to work, and actually got some writing done. But I’m a creature of habit. I like my writing area. I like being alone in silence. I like being in my house, sprawled in my comfy chair with my feet up. I’m productive when I can shut off my main computer and head upstairs to my crappy laptop without distractions of the internet. I don’t have a crackberry; I travel with a netbook to check my email. (Don’t ask me how much online shopping I did late at night when I couldn’t sleep due to lumpy or hard mattresses, but I have a couple of pairs of nifty new cowgirl boots.) So what was the first thing I did upon my return? Tackle my piles of laundry? Organize the mountain of mail on the dining room table? Shine my new boots? Nope.
I hunkered down in the recliner with a bowl of popcorn and watched the first episode of LOST. Then daughter #3 and I watched The Vampire Diaries. Followed by a family viewing of new episodes of Burn Notice and White Collar. I’m holding back on watching Supernatural because I have to have something to look forward to. I also read magazines I missed, including the issue of Entertainment Weekly that lists the Oscar nominations. I think I’m the only person on the planet who hasn’t seen Avatar. I’m trying to squeeze that in this weekend.
I’ll admit my taste in movies is a bit lowbrow. I’d rather laugh than cry. I’m more interested in watching stuff get blown up than getting my guts torn out by a movie that shows the hopelessness of the human condition. For me, movies aren’t art, but entertainment. Yes, they can be art, but that isn’t the main appeal for me. Hunky half-naked guys ranks right up there too. Funny, hunky half-naked guys in cowboys hats? Even better 🙂
So, let’s share our favorite movie lines on this cold Wednesday morning! (Told ya this post would be random) Here’s a couple that popped into my head:
If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball — Dodgeball
Fetch is so not happening, Gretchen — Mean Girls
The life of a repo man is always intense — Repo Man
There’s a tiger in the bathroom (the exact language has been slightly modified <g>) — The Hangover
And for your willingness to play along today, a random commenter will win a signed copy of the highly entertaining Lorelei James Rough Riders book – Long Hard Ride.
Ready, Set, Go!