{"id":1347,"date":"2007-12-10T23:26:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-10T23:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2007\/12\/10\/thursday-thursday-thursday"},"modified":"2016-01-08T18:12:18","modified_gmt":"2016-01-08T23:12:18","slug":"thursday-thursday-thursday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2007\/12\/thursday-thursday-thursday\/","title":{"rendered":"Thursday, Thursday, Thursday."},"content":{"rendered":"
Hi, friends.<\/p>\n
I had the best intentions. I did. I was going to tell you about another cookie today, and a really good one too. But a visitor has been staying with us lately, and he won\u2019t let me into the kitchen. He\u2019s big and burly, 90,000 words tall. His name is Man U. Script<\/a>, and he\u2019s a bruiser. He\u2019s bossy and demanding, and he makes me sit at my desk for hours and hours and hours.<\/p>\n But the good news is that, at long last<\/a>, he\u2019s leaving on Thursday. He\u2019s getting into a FedEx box and going to New York to hang out with my editor. I can hardly believe it. I don\u2019t know whether to open a bottle of champagne, or cry, or curl up on the couch and sleep. Maybe all three? We\u2019ll see on Thursday. Thursday, Thursday, Thursday.<\/span><\/p>\n I woke up sweating.<\/p>\n P.S. If you, like me, are feeling a little pinched for kitchen time these days – and who isn\u2019t? – you might try this salad<\/a> with butternut squash and chickpeas, or spaghetti with my favorite tomato sauce<\/a>, or Brussels sprouts and pine nuts with pasta<\/a>, or celery root soup<\/a>. They\u2019ve been our standbys lately.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hi, friends. I had the best intentions. I did. I was going to tell you about another cookie today, and a really good one too. But a visitor has been staying with us lately, and he won\u2019t let me into the kitchen. He\u2019s big and burly, 90,000 words tall. His name is Man U. Script, and he\u2019s a bruiser. He\u2019s bossy and demanding, and he makes me sit at my desk for hours and hours and hours. But the good news is that, at long last, he\u2019s leaving on Thursday. He\u2019s getting into a FedEx box and going to New York to hang out with my editor. I can hardly believe it. I don\u2019t know whether to open a bottle…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[77,281,165],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n<\/a>
\nI\u2019ve really been feeling pretty good about things, aside from being exhausted and all. For pure satisfaction, writing a book is hard to beat. But the other night I had the scariest dream. In it, I was meeting my editor for the first time – which I\u2019ll do next week, when Brandon and I go to New Jersey\u00a0for Christmas – and in this dream, much to my terror, my editor turned out to be Anna Wintour<\/em>. You know – Anna Wintour<\/a>, the editor of Vogue<\/span> magazine, she of the impeccably shiny bob? She was holding my manuscript and sneering, sneering with her whole face, and then she sighed and said, \u201cHmmm. Well<\/span>. I suppose it\u2019ll have to do.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/a>
\nSo I don\u2019t have any cookies for you this week. I\u2019m so sorry. Let\u2019s try again next week, can we?<\/p>\n