Saturday, January 22, 2011

exercise dance parties

It's hard for me to find time to exercise. I basically just sit in my small studio apartment with Mirabelle, go out for a walk, come home, and sit with Mirabelle some more. Watching Mirabelle takes a lot of energy, but it's mainly emotional energy. Like, oh she's crying, have to shake this toy in her face. Oh, she's crying, better read her a book. She wants to practice talking, so I'll let her blabber at me and comment. She's hungry, have to make her some food. It's all about these 10 - 15 minute activities, back to back, nonstop. And of course there's time to exercise while she's asleep, but I like to use that time to write. Okay, so I'm really just physically lazy. I have to trick myself into exercising and that's where the dance parties come into play. I enjoy a good funk on pandora. The funkier, the better. We have a nice closet mirror in our place that makes it all the more satisfying. I can keep my hips in rhythm, but my arms like to flail. Honestly, I think flailing is funner. Funk music is like my coach. The funkier it gets, the more I flail my limbs. It beats me up 'til I'm out of breath.
<3 exercise dance parties.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Jjeremy to Jeremy

My upcoming young adult fantasy novel "Jjeremy Chikalto and the Hazy Souls" has officially changed its title to "Jeremy Chikalto and the Hazy Souls." Ambitious, right?

I just got back from a farmers market stroll with the babers. Everyone's always like, "Aww! Hey baby! Hey baby! Blaaarrrghhhufff" and they wave and click and make faces and each time I have to plaster a fake smile to my face. I'm happy that strangers interact with my baby because she's entertained, but why do I have to be involved? I just want to buy some apples.