Altogether now. If it says B3 in the title, there are spoilers in the entry.
I've been hard at work on This World We Live In, which is coming along fine. I'm on page 84, right on schedule, although that's most likely going to change for the worst maybe as soon as tomorrow. I'm scheduled for a teeth cleaning tomorrow at 1:00, and then Friday I should clean the apartment, and TCM is showing Three Strangers at 2:30, and it's been a long time since I've seen it (Geraldine Fitzgerald! Peter Lorre! Sydney Greenstreet! Yum yum triple yum). Neither of these things would be a problem if I weren't dawdling before getting to work.
Next week will be trickier. Monday, aka Martin Luther King Day, aka (by me at least) The Last Day We Can Blame George Bush For Everything, I'm having lunch with my friends Hilarie and Bonnie and Pam. Many many years ago, along with a woman named Pat, we were members of a writers' group, that used to meet at my house on a regular basis, but the last time we were altogether was June 1, at my 75th book party.
Then Tuesday, for those who don't keep track of these things, is Inauguration Day. I intend to turn the mute button on for the prayers, but will probably get a little bit misty for most of the rest of it.
If that weren't enough, next week is also the US National Figure Skating Championships, which will stream live on icenetwork. My guess is if I have a choice between writing and the junior pairs short program, the latter will win.
I am enjoying writing B3 though, and I'm looking forward, maybe even tomorrow, to having Alex and Julie from the dead and the gone show up. In my head this morning, I rewrote a scene so that Miranda and Alex do something together, rather than Miranda and Julie. I need to give Alex more facetime.
I've been writing scenes where Miranda goes what I now call house hunting, searching deserted houses for things like toilet paper. Sometime around yesterday I realized that while Miranda, Matt, and Jon were leaving the house, Mom never seemed to join them.
So I had a wonderful idea. I decided that Mom has become agoraphobic. And this afternoon, I wrote a scene where it would make perfect sense for Mom to leave the house, but she chooses not to.
This is what I love best about the writing process. Having an usable insight that takes me by surprise, and leads the plot in slightly different directions.
Today, after working, I got on the treadmill and tried to remember the last time Mom went out in Life As We Knew It. First I thought it was before she twisted her ankle the second time. Then I remembered she shoveled snow from the garage door in early December. And then I remembered she went Christmas caroling.
But B3 starts April 25 (I know, because I just checked the manuscript), and since I don't recall Mom leaving the house after Christmas, that would be four months of growing agoraphobia.
I don't know who's going to confront Mom about it. I'm assuming not Miranda, because I think it's the kind of thing you don't notice if you're living in the situation. So maybe Matt's bride Syl, or maybe Dad. And I don't know how long I'll play it out, whether it will be a factor at the very end of the book, when I plan for the family to leave on the long (over 300 miles- I google mapped it) journey to Pittsburgh. But I can hear Mom saying that she's afraid if she leaves the house, her entire world will collapse. Except by book's end, her entire world will have collapsed (something Miranda may point out), and Mom, terrified but courageous, will take those first steps outside.
Also on the treadmill today, I decided Miranda is going to bike into a pothole and fall down hard. Nothing like major bruising to make the end of the world even more unpleasant.
No wonder Mom is staying in these days!