So long, Paul

I just heard that Paul Newman died. *sigh*

I have loved him since my teens for these reasons:

he was never a scumbag Hollywood man

he stayed married to the same woman for a hundred years

he used his money and celebrity status to support good causes like taking care of sick kids and promoting healthy foods

he was absolutely the best looking man on the planet, particularly when he was around thirty

I will miss him dearly, but when I miss him most I will just watch "The Long Hot Summer".... :)

My own place to dwell.

I decided a few weeks ago to write my own book. I have been way obsessed with the Twilight series (see last post), and have had this story in my mind for around 18 months. I sat down one Sunday afternoon and began tapping away. I am at least 150 pages in (on Microsoft Word), and still have plenty to go.
It is a love story, a college story, a mother and daughter story, and a sad story, and I've had sad days writing it. What's funny is that for a while, I traded my Twilight obsession for an obsession about my own book; I thought about it in bed, while doing dishes, while exercising - actually, last week I had a massive epiphany about my climax while running- which lends credence to Alan's theory that I just love to be obsessed.

Will I try to get people to read this or publish this when I'm done? As much as I love my characters, I don't flatter myself to think that this is that good.

However, I have another story percolating in my mind. Maybe after I'm done with this one, I'll trade obsessing over it for obsessing over the next one.
And the beat goes on. :)