Strange weekend. My parents asked us to come by and house-sit for two nights, so we packed our backs, threw them in the back of Superman’s truck, drove exactly 20 minutes up the freeway (!), and … well … unpacked! And then we acted like we’ve never been to north county before.
It was also extremely weird to be staying overnight in my childhood home again. Because I haven’t done that since I was … oh … about 20? Of course, since then, my parents have redone my room several times, so it doesn’t look anything like when I left. Now it’s sort of a guest-room-slash-library. (Incidentally, my mom has the most amazing library of romance novels you can imagine — she’s got the books alphabetized on two 12-foot bookcases, plus an additional bookcase of Nora Roberts only. Because, you know, we all know how prolific THAT woman is!)
Anyway, staying in my childhood home for the weekend was fun and weird and nostalgic and new all at the same time. We spent some time in Downtown Brea, as if we were tourists or something; we had my sis-in-law over with her whole clan, as if we were teenagers and partying at my parents house while they were away. : ) (I even took care to throw the wine bottles away! ha, ha …) I admired my dad’s latest D.I.Y. projects and raided my mom’s romance library. I meant to get out the photo albums from when I was a kid, but I forgot. We’ll have to do that next time. …
Other random notes from the weekend:
– Saw “The Time Traveler’s Wife” with my daughter — Loved the book, and loved the movie, too. I think I’ll have to write a separate post about that. (Something about moving time around in a story but keeping the arc in place. … It’s brilliant. …)
– Beta readers were awesome over the weekend. Some finished the first three chapters on Saturday or Sunday and sent me back their reviews already and asked for rest of book. Great comments, and it’s heartening and helpful for me to hear. Writers never think they write well. I’ve written nonfiction professionally for 20 years, and I STILL get nervous to turn anything in to a new editor. It’s a curse. But it keeps me on my toes, so maybe it’s a good thing. I’m always competing against my worst fear. …
– Mad Men season premiere begins in exactly 2 hours. I can’t remember being this excited about a season opening in awhile! You know how much I love Mad Men. The writing is really terrific on this show. I wrote a few review posts on two episodes: “My Old Kentucky Home” and “Love Among the Ruins.”
Did you see Mad Men this weekend? Have you ever stayed in your childhood home? Are you writer who still gets nervous writing? Talk to me, people — I’d love to hear your thoughts on all of these things!