DIARY OF A GIRL-NEXT-DOOR HEAVY METAL NOVELIST
February
12, 2005
I'm lying in bed noshing
on chocolate bon bons while I work on my marvelous rock literature.
This is the life I dream of, compliments of my wonderful friend, Antoinette.
Being a diva is really cool, even if it's just make believe.
The 2005 Valentine is now ready for reader consumption. It's not as good as chocolate bon bons, Paul Stanley's ass or a perfect kiss, but it's better than most of the crap out there.
February
13, 2005
I sent my manuscript to the publisher and the world didn't stop turning.
Next step: layout. But this time, I don't have to do it. There is still
work to be done on the cover. A perfect picture must be selected to
go with perfect text. The picture part is easy. The text part requires
time and lack of fatigue. Not so easy. I had to work all weekend and
next weekend is shot, too. Worse than that, I only have one bon bon
left.
Did I mention I sent my manuscript to the publisher? Start the countdown to the Cincinnati KISS Expo.
February
14, 2005
I was supposed to go to the Vagina Monologues tonight, but I was a little
tuckered out this Valentine's Day. I was also a little embarrassed.
I admit it. The word "koochie" makes me uncomfortable. I stayed
home, and the stork delivered a really really rough draft of the back
cover of Won't Get Fooled Again. I'm tired right now, but
I think I love it.
I had a dream about Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley last night. That is usually a sign of good luck. Gene and Paul were roommates, and they took good care of me. Just like in real life, they wore their costumes and make-up around the house. Everything was swell in KISSville. I hope that in real life, some type of harmony comes to exist. Hey! Maybe the make-up means they've MADE up. If KISS tours in 2005, all my dreams will come true.
Happy Valentine's Day, one and all.
February
16, 2005
KISS Nation is coming to town
in two days and I've barely had time to pluck my eyebrows or exfoliate.
What will they think of my hospitality when I show up looking like a
dully-complected Brooke Shields? Any beauty routine I once had has been
eaten alive by 14-hour days in higher corporation education.
Drat.
I have no idea what any of that means. I'm so tired I'm talking about exfoliating? Three nights ago, I dreamt of Gene and Paul. Last night, I dreamed that one of the guys from KISS Nation showed up with a mullet. Remind me to look up "hillbilly hair metal" in a dream analysis book. I'm pretty sure it's a predictor of huge literary success.
February
17, 2005
Who scheduled an 8:00 a.m. meeting for me the day of a KISS
trib show? Is nothing holy? I guess I could skip karaoke tonight
and get to bed early. Oh, wait. Some things are holy.
My sister took the back cover blurb I received on V-Day and shaved it down to something better. That's why she's my trusted editor when it comes to understanding the people who might actually purchase my book. I picked some potential back cover photos tonight to go with the almost-ready blurb. I can almost feel my literary water breaking.
Ewww.
Q. of the day: Who had the mullet? I'll leave it to your imagination. It wasn't bad looking, by the way.
February
19, 2005
Sometimes life is like your own personal Detroit Rock City. Last night's
KISS Nation show included all
sorts of drama, including
• me almost not getting into the show at all because the bouncer didn't believe I was 21 (I know, you had to reread that, didn't you?);
• the band getting stiffed by the club owners; and
• my friend Antoinette and me getting taking on two guys we thought were breaking into her car. We sounded just like Cagney & Lacey.
Like the movie, the evening had a happy ending. I saw great friends, heard my favorite band and made it to the airport on time this morning.
I'm sitting in the airport right now taking a break from getting some pictures together for my book cover designer. I'm going on almost no sleep, but Won't Get Fooled Again can't wait for me to rest.
February 21, 2005
What am I doing in Atlanta?
February 22, 2005
Did I say February 19 felt like my own personal Detroit Rock City? I
had no idea. Fast forward to the sequel, in which the rag-tag team of
KISS fans can't get home after the gig.
I made it back today at noon and still put in 10 hours at the day job. I'm a monster. I let my publisher know I'm back on the ground and that it's time to start rolling. I have another book idea brewing, and I can't start until Won't Get Fooled Again hits the streets. I'm going to go postal (in the rain, snow, sleet or hail way, not the crazy firearms toting way). Nothing will stop my progress now that I'm back on the ground. (continue)