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25 Things You Don’t Know About Me

2806004-jawsAfter reading US Magazine‘s 25 Things You Didn’t Know About Me section and missing those Facebook invites to share personal facts, I thought I’d take advantage of my Narcissism 1st amendment rights and do my own confessional! So here are some things you may not know about me. Though…maybe you do.

1. I like going into Duane Reade and buying a lot of crap.

2. Since using this lip balm, I’m now obsessed and keep at least 4 on hand.

3. The number 107 has followed me since childhood. I see it everywhere.

4. Being out in a storm is my favorite thing–as long as it doesn’t hurt me.

5. My all-time favorite movie is Jaws.

6. I love to run but am extremely lazy.

7. I’ve been reading tarot cards for the last 20 years. Yes, I started because of a boy.

8. I’m an insomniac (I’ve tried everything).

9. I started wearing an eyemask to sleep in my 40s. No idea…

10. After the Pan Am flight 103 blew up, I developed a fear of flying, which I still have, but I get on the plane anyway.

11. Since this commercial, I’ve been using the same skin cream for almost 30 years.

12. Ironing and starching clothes relaxes me.

13. I collect ribbon. I’m not sure why, unless Laura Ingalls and Nellie Olsen need it for the church social.

14. It’s important to me that I live in a country where people can have different opinions on the same topic. Red and blue and purple should be able to co-exist.

15. I love that a cup of coffee cures my headache 99% of the time.21eaea3a236b9ba62475fce3c4ee56d1

16. I’d never owned any kind of diamond until my husband proposed.

17. In high school, I cracked my jaw while blowing a funky smoke ring*, and I’ve been able to tell the weather ever since.

18. I want to read everything.

19. My husband accepts my girl-crush on Jane Lynch. Every time she’s on the screen, I can’t look away, especially in The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Role Models.

20. It takes a gallon of oil to keep my hair from being broom-like.

21. Since living in NYC, I’ve learned to carry essentials in case of an emergency: tiger balm, eucalyptus oil, anti-bacterial wipes, a mini-elephant (for good luck), Advil, Altoids, back-up Altoids, secret money, cell phone–and I always wear sneakers so I can run if I need to in case of attack, storm, blackout.

22. One of the most embarrassing moments of my life: My dorm mother caught me imaginary slow dancing with my imaginary boyfriend Nick Rhodes (sophomore year of high school, when I took a short hiatus from my long-term imaginary boyfriend, John Taylor). She said, “Okay…?”

23. I read Hard Times by Charles Dickens when I was 10, just to impress my parents. I don’t remember anything about it.

24. I did the calligraphy on diplomas for four years of high school seniors (damn those who had two middle names!) when I was in high school.

25. Four years later, I still can’t believe I’m married and to such a cool guy. How amazing!

 

*I don’t smoke anymore.

Romantic Life Lessons

The Crush You Can’t Explain

Recently, I was sitting in a class, wondering why my teacher seemed especially enjoyable to me. After a good half hour of analysis, his sudden smile brought my fascination into focus. He resembles a star I could binge-watch without end. I can only explain my love in pictures:

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Donald Sutherland is a god on TV and in film. He’s the voice telling you that grapefruit season yielded particularly succulent delights for your drinking pleasure. DS’s majesty permeates the cosmos. Now that I’ve confessed, dear reader, it’s your turn. Who do you love inexplicably?

Writing Tips

An Ordinary Day Editing Romance

Goal for the day: Edit 100 pages of overdue manuscript.

7:45: Roll out of bed. Out the door by 8:06. I know, 21 minutes to get ready is amazing. I’m a brat about commuting so  I figure if I’m half asleep, it’s better for fellow commuters. It takes me 10 minutes to get to work. When I lived further uptown, my commute was at least an hour–still not bad at all. Some of my colleagues commute almost 2 hours each way, every day.

8:30: I work on the back cover copy of the four books I oversee from month to month. I also review the Front Sales (or Page One), which is usually a catchy scene. Then I approve the author bios, book lists, dedications and send to our copyediting team. This takes a while since we usually rewrite copy to get wording just right. In addition, a lot of fact-checking is involved.

10:00: Mass phone meeting where I learn more about a side of the business I don’t usually encounter.

11:00: Because I’m old school, I edit first on paper. This kills many trees and I’m sure I’ll wind up in a fiery chamber underground. But it saves my eyes at the same time that it adds a couple hours to my workload. I spend a good chunk of the day transferring my paper notes into our editing program. While I do this, I listen to this movie‘s soundtrack. So relaxing!

Noon: I realize I forgot to change into my fancy shoes. This is an idle thought. I don’t do anything about it. Silently figure I can get through the day in comfortable shoes and I don’t need to look taller. Run out to get Valentine’s Day cards (b/c Papyrus store downstairs is my drug of choice) and lunch. Back to editing program until 2-ish.

2:00: Restless wandering of halls, running little errands. The long walk to the mailroom is good exercise. To up my FitBit numbers, I do this at least twice. I also grab some of our new books, which have arrived on the communal bookshelf. I  socialize, touch base.

I get three compliments on my sweater, which I’d worried was either hideous or gorgeous. Verdict: gorgeous.

3:00: Department meeting, which is pleasantly boisterous (informative, too, of course) and lasts until I have to go home.

How many pages did I edit on the overdue manuscript? 0. Guess what I’m doing today?

me in H office