Diary of a Girl-Next-Door Heavy Metal Novelist
April 19, 2004
As a fairly intuitive and creative person, I loathe the
feeling of not liking something while also having no clue what I do want.
Starting the process of choosing book art threw me into just such a quandry.
I want to fall madly in love with every single bit of this product. If
I go on the road with some piece of crap that I don't even recognize,
I'm going to lose the promotional fire that's driven me through the moments
of artistic self-doubt. As with my other crises of confidence, my sister
talked me through my fears. Now, I just need a dose of *Revenge,
and I'll be fine.
The NY/NJ KISS Expo is less than 2 weeks away. Start spreading the news.
*No cloaked meaning there. I refer only to the album, Revenge, not the idea.
April
20, 2004
I'm chugging along. Some initial editorial feedback is positive. Good
eliciting of emotional response and decent character development. Frankly,
that's enough to keep me going for a month. I think if I'd heard, "You
have a decent grasp of punctuation," I would have done somersaults.
I got some pictures in the mail from KISS Nation's Carlo$. He came to my day job a few weeks ago for a publicity photo shoot. I have to do the interview for the marketing firm on Friday. KISSfiction will be promoted to thousands of prospective college students and their families. Hot.
April
21, 2004
I've been meaning to sit down to write down and prioritize the tasks I
need to accomplish on my own for my book. Tonight, I did it. I could only
come up with four. Is that good? More importantly, I need to sit down
and decide which KISS tickets to buy this Saturday when the summer tour
sales begin. I need a lot more information back about my manuscript so
I can move forward, but at least I feel like I have a trajectory.
I've decided on the May theme for my New Month's Resolution. It's radical -- maybe crazier than tonight's American Idol results.
April 23, 2004
As the vagabond that I am, I must confess (sorry day job readers) that
I peruse the want ads from time to time to what other deanly adventures
might await. My searching usually takes place after an uncharacteristically
boring or irritating day at work. On rare occasion, I bookmark a listing,
and sometimes I take a peek at my résumé to make sure I've
blown the cobwebs off. Inevitably what I discover in my search, is a reaffirmation
that more than anything else, I want to be an F-ing celebrity writer.
It's in my blood even thicker than my gypsyish desire to move. Even more
apparent, is my love of... dare I admit it?... Lancaster, PA. I love that
in any given year, I can attend 3 separate KISS Expos within a short drive
of my condo. I can take the train to NY for book meetings. I can drive
downtown and smile when I see landmarks from Won't
Get Fooled Again.
I guess what I'm trying to say tonight is that I've finally come to a realization: KISSfiction controls my life.
To the amazing secret benefactor who now steers my KISSfiction destiny, as we enter the next phase of our relationship, I trust that you will never let me down (or hopefully ever read my journal too carefully). ;)
* Please not that in 2 years of online journaling, that is the first winky and/or smiley face thingamajig I've ever used. I considered my options very carefully before I inserted said symbol and I've made peace with the decision. I hope you will, too.
April 25, 2004
I started this journal in order to chronicle my book progress. If I don't
do something that helps Won't
Get Fooled Again, I don't write anything that day. Right now, there
honestly isn't a lot to be done on my end. Yesterday, I hit an office
supply store, but that didn't seem very exciting. I much preferred the
rock & roll all night karaoke party hosted by my friend, Mike
Horn (the next best thing to Bruce Kulick, as you may
recall). The only rule was that you could not choose your own songs.
Who knew I was the next Celine Dion? Probably the same person who pegged
Mike as the successor to David Soul.
Sound geeky? Hell yeah, but we got so into it we sang all night.
As for my book progress, don't give up on me baby. I can still come through. New York awaits.
April 26, 2004
I hope this counts as book work: I have to hurry back over to Ebay to
see how I'm doing on the "Black Diaper Bag with Red Lips" auction.
I figured I could carry all my KISS sh*t around in it at expos.
Oh. I just got the joke, myself. Haha.
April 27, 2004
Two hours ago, my friend Damion
asked me about my publication deal, and when he got to the part about
promotions, I just shrugged my shoulders. Imagine -me! Promotion is my
thing! Well, that was two hours ago.
Mark your calendars for 293 days from now. Expect an explosion of KISSfiction bigger than any pyro my favorite band ever launched.
And p.s. I might have an on-going writing gig lined up. (Not like this isn't a respectable on-going writing gig, but I must admit that I don't pay myself very well. And I'm pretty sure I didn't use the word respectable.)
April
28, 2004
Breaking news:
* One of my favorite bands, KISS
Nation is splitting up so "Paul" and "Eric" can
go on the road with KISS this summer.
* I won the lips bag auction. Have tote will travel. In 48 hours, I'll
be in NY.
* I just played my last concert
of the year. It was the student conductors' concert. There were some good
percussion parts, but I still missed Conductor
Jack. I like taking a cue from a director who's not afraid to wink
shamelessly at his girl-next-door timpani player.
After some initial positive editorial feedback about my manuscript, I've heard nada. Still, I'm confident that I'll have a real live novel in 292 days.
April
30, 2004
I arrived in NY with no problems. Saw some KISS friends. Went to bed early.
I'm so lame. (Continue)
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