I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
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crankygrrl, writing a parable with her teeth gritted.
I was the limiest limesicle ever. I danced well. I was pleased. I am still pleased. I did not win. This was a relief. The dancing well was far more important. Then I drank too much wine and smoked cigarettes and went to bed at 2:00a.m. because M. decided that with the city inspectors coming, we should remove the boxes from the furnace room. It's a logic trail that only he can follow.
I've gotten enough input from the betas that I can start working on the revisions to Blue Eyes. They will be numerous, but I'm kind of excited to restructure and reshape. These ladies are doing an amazing job and an intense amount of work. They deserve much praise, many accolades, and much non-virtual alcohol.
I very much want to spend the weekend in bed, with a laptop - if i had one - to write and edit, a new copy of Gaudy Night, and a new copy of Trojan Gold, and lose myself again in being a young woman reading books that would change my life in completely different ways, ones that I would read obsessively. I may yet do that.
Tom McRae and Jude are playing at the Hotel Cafe in L.A. on February 17th. I am so very, very much there. They do not sell advanced tickets though, which makes me growly.
And finally, I askedsearose to interview me out of overwhelming curiousity over what she would ask:)
1. How close have you ever come to getting a body piercing, tattoo or plastic surgery procedure that you know you would've regretted by now? Details.
Hmm. Many earrings, one belly button ring and three tattoos later and I'm pleased with all of them. I don't have a lot of regrets over those things because if I do them impulsively, it's usually for a reason. I almost regret that I let a 17 year old in Omaha, Nebraska tatoo my hip on Superbowl Sunday because nothing else was open, but the Bacchant is still lovely. Just not as clean as my other drawings. Don't/won't do plastic surgery. It creeps me out. As do hospitals and anesthesia.
2. The Angel Mickey Mouse and the Devil Donald Duck are both perched on opposing shoulders. (Or if you're Looney, Angel Bugs and Devilish Daffy.) Whose counsel do you prefer?
Well, if I'm choosing between Bugs and Daffy, I'm gonna have to go with Bugs. Daffy always comes out with the fuzzy end of the lolly pop. I would never, however, listen to Mickey because he's kind of a wussy little rodent. Donald's more my speed. I like 'em cranky. I'm pretty much a follow the rules, smooth sailing ahead girl, but if you rile me up, I'm gonna go with my conscience and run you right over.
3. You, yes you, have won a millllionn dollars. Do you keep quiet about it, or do you tell all your family and friends?
Oh, I tell 'em. Then, after taxes, I give part of it to both sets of parents, buy myself a house, pay off my students loans and laugh at the smiley face I can make with the pennies.
4. Visual light perception of all humans will shrink down to a sole color value (red, orange, yellow, green, blue or violet) plus black - and you have to make the responsible decision about what that color will be. What is it? Green I think. It's soothing, it varies between hideously neon, soothing, and strident and it was the color of my truly ugly kitchen in Greece and of my great-grandmother's favorite carpet.
5. In retaliation for the above decision, civilization decides to do away with all but one genre of music. What is your secret wish for their decision? Bob Dylan. He's a genre right?
I limited myself to five before. But I've only seen two responses. Where'd the rest of you get off to? Anyway, will happily interview five more if anyone's interested. Or for those of you displeased with your questions, you may trade them in for five new ones. But you must substitute the whole lot. It's like Scrabble, you can't put one letter back, got put 'em all back.
crankygrrl, writing a parable with her teeth gritted.I was the limiest limesicle ever. I danced well. I was pleased. I am still pleased. I did not win. This was a relief. The dancing well was far more important. Then I drank too much wine and smoked cigarettes and went to bed at 2:00a.m. because M. decided that with the city inspectors coming, we should remove the boxes from the furnace room. It's a logic trail that only he can follow.
I've gotten enough input from the betas that I can start working on the revisions to Blue Eyes. They will be numerous, but I'm kind of excited to restructure and reshape. These ladies are doing an amazing job and an intense amount of work. They deserve much praise, many accolades, and much non-virtual alcohol.
I very much want to spend the weekend in bed, with a laptop - if i had one - to write and edit, a new copy of Gaudy Night, and a new copy of Trojan Gold, and lose myself again in being a young woman reading books that would change my life in completely different ways, ones that I would read obsessively. I may yet do that.
Tom McRae and Jude are playing at the Hotel Cafe in L.A. on February 17th. I am so very, very much there. They do not sell advanced tickets though, which makes me growly.
And finally, I asked
searose to interview me out of overwhelming curiousity over what she would ask:)1. How close have you ever come to getting a body piercing, tattoo or plastic surgery procedure that you know you would've regretted by now? Details.
Hmm. Many earrings, one belly button ring and three tattoos later and I'm pleased with all of them. I don't have a lot of regrets over those things because if I do them impulsively, it's usually for a reason. I almost regret that I let a 17 year old in Omaha, Nebraska tatoo my hip on Superbowl Sunday because nothing else was open, but the Bacchant is still lovely. Just not as clean as my other drawings. Don't/won't do plastic surgery. It creeps me out. As do hospitals and anesthesia.
2. The Angel Mickey Mouse and the Devil Donald Duck are both perched on opposing shoulders. (Or if you're Looney, Angel Bugs and Devilish Daffy.) Whose counsel do you prefer?
Well, if I'm choosing between Bugs and Daffy, I'm gonna have to go with Bugs. Daffy always comes out with the fuzzy end of the lolly pop. I would never, however, listen to Mickey because he's kind of a wussy little rodent. Donald's more my speed. I like 'em cranky. I'm pretty much a follow the rules, smooth sailing ahead girl, but if you rile me up, I'm gonna go with my conscience and run you right over.
3. You, yes you, have won a millllionn dollars. Do you keep quiet about it, or do you tell all your family and friends?
Oh, I tell 'em. Then, after taxes, I give part of it to both sets of parents, buy myself a house, pay off my students loans and laugh at the smiley face I can make with the pennies.
4. Visual light perception of all humans will shrink down to a sole color value (red, orange, yellow, green, blue or violet) plus black - and you have to make the responsible decision about what that color will be. What is it? Green I think. It's soothing, it varies between hideously neon, soothing, and strident and it was the color of my truly ugly kitchen in Greece and of my great-grandmother's favorite carpet.
5. In retaliation for the above decision, civilization decides to do away with all but one genre of music. What is your secret wish for their decision? Bob Dylan. He's a genre right?
I limited myself to five before. But I've only seen two responses. Where'd the rest of you get off to? Anyway, will happily interview five more if anyone's interested. Or for those of you displeased with your questions, you may trade them in for five new ones. But you must substitute the whole lot. It's like Scrabble, you can't put one letter back, got put 'em all back.
