Okla-Oprah

Today I'm writing. Not much--I've managed about a dozen words so far, but that's more fiction than I've written in weeks, and at least it's a start. I've poked and prodded and made blue pencil markings on a print out of my talking bird short story, but every time I've contemplated doing any actual writing on it, I've either gotten happily distracted by work or I've intimidated myself into putting it off until I've worked out one more sudoku. But my mild freak-out about the fairy novel has inspired me to start working on that one again. I haven't been able to get it off my mind the last couple of days, and for me that's generally the best time to plunge in and start working on something. Just when I'd almost talked myself into laying down my fancy writing pen and content myself with just being a hobbyist...

Tomorrow I'm going with Tess to a matinee of The Lion King. This would be the hyped up Broadway musical puppet show version. I'm looking forward to it, but I know there's no way it can live up to the hype it's getting. This town hasn't gone so nutso over a Broadway tour since Phantom came through ten years ago at the height of it's popularity. Still, it should be fun.

Ooh, and speaking of Broadway, the Tonys are this Sunday! Is Hugh Jackman hosting this year? Or is he too busy being Wolverine?

And speaking of this town going nutso, the big local news earlier this week was that Oprah showed up in town last weekend and crashed a couple of wedding receptions. Oh, but it's okay because she stopped at Dillard's first (where her friend Gail bought herself a purse, which is also, apparently, a newsworthy item) and picked up sets of dishes for the happy couples. And also because she's Oprah, which of course means that any bride would be thrilled to have her show up unannounced at their wedding. Any bride except me, I guess. Where as the brides interviewed on the local news were all, "OMG Oprah was at my wedding! OMG I'll never forget this day as long as I live not because it's the day I joined myself to my beloved until death do us part but because OPRAH WAS THERE OMG!!!eleventy-one!!!" I think I'd be a little more like, "Uh, yeah, thanks for taking the spotlight on my big day, Oprah. I hope those dishes didn't put too big a dent in your budget, like when you buy other people things like cars and college scholarships and paid dream honeymoons and whatall. Dishes. Wow. So who wants cake?"