All righty peeps,
Don't have too much to say about my personal life right now, but I did come up with some oh-so-witty, sparkling,and interesting things to say about my writing life over at my author website.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Since I broke up with Breakup Babe, I seem to be having an identity crisis. Dating is what I write about best, and Lord knows I'm still doing it (dating, that is), so what do I write about now? And how do I get back to a place where I can write about it safely?
I. DON'T. KNOW.
That's why I'm going to see a career counselor. Dear career counselor, I will say, I love more than anything to write about my dating adventures, but the problem is, I can't do it anymore without digging myself a deep pit and you know, why did they never deal with THIS on Sex and the City?!
I have lots of other things to ask this career counselor too like how do I escape the corporate world and teach, travel, create (more), feel that my life is not slowly ebbing away in an office tower, office park, sterile office with no windows.
Oh I know she won't answer these questions. I just need some help focusing on my goals. I have so many. For I am the typical jack of all trades, master of none.
One thing I can do, sometimes, is write.
But I am lost in the woods with my current writing project. It is a long way out and who knows if I have enough stamina to make it. The weather is good, my pack is full of food, and my compass has worked in the past. But sometimes it is scary to be so alone with so much distance to travel.
Oh. And if you are in a crappy mood, watch this video of my niece walking around with a bucket on her head. You can see that brains and talent run in the family. When we were little, my sister and I created a musical called "Hamperhead, which featured us wearing (what else?) laundry hampers on our head. Too bad You Tube hadn't been invented back then.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
I am rather sad about ending my beloved blog, Breakup Babe. But life goes on, does it not? Besides, now that I’ve rid myself of the name, I’m sure that I will find true love INSTANTLY, like the second I walk out the door of this coffee house onto the icy cold street.
Except I wouldn’t know true love if it whacked me in the head with a ski pole. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been “in love?” Longer than most of you have been alive. I hear it’s horribly overrated. That is chews you up and spits you out, leaving you older and more scarred than ever before, with a new piece of hideous baggage that has dirty underwear sticking out of it.
Strangely, however, the protagonist of my next novel is going to be “in love.” Some of you people might need to remind me what it’s like to be “in love.” My ancient memories are dim. But I thought it might be a lark to write about a “good” relationship for once, since I will probably never again be in one in my whole damn life. (I'm not asking for anyone's pity! I heart being alone! Hear me? HEART it!)
In other news, I’m off to the hills this weekend to exercise some of my fledgling backcountry ski skills and hopefully not get caught in any avalanches. It’s going to be a nice, toasty 15-degrees, with temperatures plunging at night. Luckily there will three of us (me plus two cute boys!) crammed into a two-person cabin so I plan to stay plenty warm.
Have a good holiday weekend.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
It is a gray, cold, day here in Seattle (so what else is new?) and I have broken all my own fashion rules by going out on the town wearing fleece.
If you have read my novel (and if you haven't, why haven't you?), you know I am against the wearing of fleece when on the town, and approve of it only for outdoor activities. For example, the photo on the right illustrates the the proper wearing of fleece.
But you know what? Fleece is soft. It is warm. It is fuzzy. And you just can't be a fashion icon every single f*cking minute of the day. So there. That is what I say to my own fashion fascist self.
Ha ha. I could not tell you what the latest fashions are to save my life. Right now I am wearing a seven-year old turtleneck from Salvation Army, jeans that may or may not be fashionable, I have no idea, but since cost a mere $80 rather than $200 (which is what I hear the truly stylish jeans are going for these days), I am thinking not, running shoes, and mismatched athletic socks.
But at least since I am back at Geeksoft these days, I no longer feel like a fashion reject the way I did at [Insert Name of Giant E-Tailer Here], where there were all sorts of cute girls in high heels, not to mention "cool" cliques, which I was not of course part of. So in some ways it's good for my ego to be back with the geeks again, in other ways, ugh.
But never mind about that. We're focusing on the *new,* the *happy,* the *positive,* like the fact that I've started a new blog. RIP BB The Blog.
Meanwhile, BB the novel is living a happy life on Kelly's bookshelf with a host of celebrated authors such as Jane Austen and Jennifer Weiner. She kindly emailed me a photo of it and I qwas going to post the photo for you but Blogger won't let me. *$#@! I'll try posting it later.
Oh! And if you want to send me a picture of you reading my book, I would love to see it and will post it here! Kind of like the super-talented Frank Portman did with his deliciously funny book about boys, adolescence, and bands, King Dork.