So wrong

No, I'm not going to get on a soapbox. That's my other blog.

I was just going to say that I was so wrong about Oprah's pick. I could hear the strains of Oprah's and Elizabeth Gilbert's voices coming from my mother's room this afternoon, so as I am prone to do on occasion, I picked up the remote while I was working and selected the channel simply by listening for the matching sounds. (Because I have no idea what channels things are on, having come to watching much TV only in the last few years since I got hooked on a few evening shows.)

Anyway, I knew Oprah was announcing her latest pick today, and even though I had already cheated when I saw the news link on Yahoo, I wanted to tune in for a minute to rub a little salt in my wounds.

Yeah, yeah, so it's Love in the time of Cholera (Gabriel Garcia Marquez). That old thing. JUST KIDDING! It actually looks like an interesting book, and I will probably seek a copy. I just thought Memoirs of a Geisha would have made a good pick, too.

And in case you're wondering what all this has to do with my "writing journey," really nothing. Well, unless you count reading a-lot-a-lot of books as part of my education, which indeed, I do. But, really, I'm just trying to distract you. I'm not writing much right now because I'm working many hours and expending most of my brain power on delivering a beautifully edited and put together academic journal to the printer for my contract customer.

Me and this local coffee shop, America's Best Coffee, have become quite close in recent weeks. My friend and co-worker Gail and I show up there at our respective regular times most days and buy enough drinks and sandwiches to earn our free wireless privileges, and work, work, work at our favorite table in the corner by the window, sometimes for 6 or 8 hours at a time. It is the best place ever, and I'm starting to feel like one of those people in movies and on TV who are "regulars." They even know my name. Well, maybe it's because it's written on my frequent sandwich and drink buyer cards. But still. (A girl can dream.)

Soon ... very soon ... I will be back to my regularly scheduled programming, but I think I might still use ABC as my office several days a week.