DIARY OF A GIRL-NEXT-DOOR HEAVY METAL NOVELIST
February
23, 2005
13 hours at the day
job and I'm still making progress with Won't
Get Fooled Again. I am determined. I read over some papers from
my lawyer tonight, including a disclaimer she suggested, and I reviewed
some stuff my publisher sent. Everything is going straight ahead.
I'm tired in 10,000 ways, and I'm so grateful to have amazing people who are working with me and for me. Until I get some rest, I know I'm in good hands. No one is luckier. Shoot, even when life gets emotional and unnecessarily complicated, I can use the angst to fuel future books. I've got this adversity thing licked.
February
24, 2005
I never met an F I didn't like. A double F? Even better. A triple F?
Holy sh*t -- it grabs me right where it counts. Like KISS says, "I
love it loud," and my orchestral endeavors usually provide a performance
opportunity consistent with the KISS philosophy. Unfortunately, the
most recent repertoire I accepted was full
of MF. I understand the aesthetic appeal of an MF, but lately, I've
come to understand that the MF is just not for me. What exactly is an
MF anyway? Is it loud? soft? sorta kinda both? Is it trying to scare
me? Tonight at rehearsal,
my conductor stopped us and told me to change my MF to multiple Fs on
the bass drum. "Loud loud?" I asked. "Yes,"
he replied, knowing full well that I could deafen the rest of the orchestra
at will. He nodded and told me that I was the boss of volume at measure
49.
How did I do?
Right between the eyes, baby.
Now that I've got my confidence up, I'm only two emails away from being a published author. I am one cool MFer.
February
25, 2005
Had dinner with my favorite rock star, Damion
Wolfe, tonight and came home to work on my publishing stuff. The
plan for tomorrow is sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
February
26, 2005
Despite a play-off basketball game that came down to the final 2 seconds
(we won!) and a couple distracting phone calls, I fit in time for my
publisher, and finished a couple loads of laundry. I know what you're
thinking: my rock & roll life is so fast-paced and crazy I need
so slow down. Don't worry. I'll be okay.
February
27, 2005
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday, and it will be the day I sign the final
bottom line with my publisher. The past week has been one I'd just as
soon dump in the toilet, but I learned some important lessons and I'll
be ready to face March with a clear head.
February
28, 2005
I have a publisher who is a saint
and my hair looked spectacular today. If there is more to life than
that, I'd have to be convinced.
The publishing deal is done. If you believe in spiritual hoo-hah, the symbolism of the timing is perfect.
Starting tomorrow, every minute of spare time will be devoted to promotion. My assistant, Joe, will be a tremendous help. He was a magnificent master of ceremonies at last night's Academy Awards party. I'm ashamed to say I saw none of the nominated films, but he made me feel like a diva.
I registered for a vender table at the 2005 NY/NJ KISS Expo. The promoter asked, "Are you the Colette who was involved with Ace a few years ago?" Interesting how the intimacy level in the rock world jumps from "How much does a table cost?" to "Did you bang the lead guitar?" in 2.7 seconds. The KISS community is a close one.
For the record, I've never met Ace and I've never "met" Ace. (continue)