I haven’t been in a blogging sort of mood lately, mostly because I can’t quite think of topics to blog about that aren’t related to my life (to be fair, I blog about my life all the time, but since working at The Literary Agency I have tried to include musings about publishing). I made good on my promise to be productive on my week off from work and did some significant revisions on my own novel in addition to (gasp!) cooking for myself and doing yoga.
Speaking of yoga, I went to a hot yoga class at Yoga to the People last night and I have never been more wrecked after a practice in my life although I will also say that I have felt better either (this morning that is). I’ve been practicing yoga on and off since high school (more off than on, sadly) and I thought I could survive 90 minutes of poses in a sauna.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. I am ashamed to say that I couldn’t participate in more than 20% of the class. I had never felt closer to fainting than in that class; I had to spend a lot of the standing poses in Child’s pose or else modify them somehow. It was fairly crowded but the instructor was great at giving us all individual attention and pushing us to our edge without ever hurting us. I tottered home after it was done and climbed straight into bed without dinner or a shower; I was that wrung out.
…I may have to go again tonight.
Today at work is mostly spent inventorying books and sending out the requests and rejections from El Jefe’s slush pile. I am on pins and needles waiting for the partial of the time-travel book. I hope it’s good.
Also, I will probably walk to Border’s after work and get CITY OF GLASS by Cassandra Clare. If Jace and Clary end up siblings I will eat my hat. And I have an extensive hat collection.