July
12, 2004
My editing progress is slow but methodical. Tonight I actually had to
add chunks of content in addition to the tightening/polishing that's
been going on for the past couple weeks. It's somewhat fun and frustrating
because it means I have to go back through (or force my editor to) in
order to catch potential new typos. I love reading my own book now,
which is pretty darn cool.
I'm done with my political pontificating. Oh, sure, I'll miss the glory days of writing sophisticated boob jokes, but it's time to go back to being what I should be - a kick-ass rock 'n' roll novelist/college dean. I also need to focus on my karaoke studies for the upcoming Evansville KISS Expo. That's a pedagogy we can all embrace.
July
13, 2004
Back on
June 17, I had a little humorous-in-hindsight exchange with a music
publisher. Here is an excerpt from today's email follow-up:
Dear Mighty Publisher Woman,
I sent you all of the detailed information you asked for in your fax last month. Today you faxed me an identical instruction sheet. Did I do something wrong?
-Meek and Humble Colette
Dear Whatever Your Name Is,
You sent every single piece of information I asked for, but I want you to type it in a different order. Yeah, I know you followed the instructions, but it's time you realized who's your daddy.
-My Way or the Highway Publisher WomanDear Glorious and Anointed Publisher Woman,
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I will retype everything according to your specifications so your life will be much easier. I will try to better anticipate your needs in the future.
-I'm Gonna Make You Love Me Colette
And this is the only publisher that's even bothered to acknowledge my existence so far. No one said lyric requests would be easy...
July
14, 2004
So, on a really good day I realize I can only get through about 25 pages
of manuscript with the type of changes I have to make. I love every one
of the updates, but the pace is excruciating.
What brings the joy back to a worn out rock novelist? The brand new KISS magazine, that's what. So far, I have to admit the writing is crisp and the photography fantastic. Paul Stanley's ass never looked finer. I'll see the real thing in 4 days. I feel an article coming on.
July 16, 2004
I'm majorly behind where I thought I'd be in my editing at this point.
I'm going to have to haul ass over the next 5 days if I have any hope
of meeting my deadline. I've passed the 3/4 mark, but the going is slow.
I think it's time for a dose of my artist
friend.
A couple days ago, I mentioned a certain publisher who hasn't been the friendliest. Fortunately, the other publisher who owned a lot of the KISS canon WAS friendly. They faxed me today to tell me that they no longer administer the songs I need. I'll give you 3 guesses who acquired those tunes. Bring on the pain.
I got my ticket for Sunday's KISS koncert yesterday. Row 11. Sweet. Thank you!
The Evansville KISS Expo is a little over a week away. I have a feeling it will be a dramatic one, and even though I was a theater major in college, I'm not a big fan of drama.
July
17, 2004
Done! Sort of.
I was remarkably focused today, and even had time to spend with the long-neglected Gym. I've made it through 393 pages of manuscript. That means it's 4 pages longer than it used to be. That means I have to go through it again before I ship it out. Corrections and rewrites often lead to more typos, goshdarnit. When will this end?
I'm going to see KISS tomorrow. I'm writing that almost as an afterthought. I need some Paul Stanley ass action to remind me what's important in life.
July
18, 2004
It's a good day when you breeze through your editing and kiss your laptop
goodbye so you can go see a concert.
It's a good night when you're kissed by Doc McGhee, kissed by Z02, and just plain KISSed. God gave rock 'n' roll to me tonight, and it was exactly the cure I was thinking of.
July
19, 2004
Last night was surreal. Today, it was back to the grind of my long-awaited
vacation. My dreams were interrupted by a call from work, so I got up
and forced myself to tan. Ah, me. Breakfast is the most important meal
of the day, so I nourished myself with Krispy Kreme and headed to a quiet
café to work on my editing. I'm down to 6 tiny spots that need
adjustments - some of which only need one word tweaked! Tonight, I slaved
over materials that will make me look like a total star in Evansville.
The last time I spent any significant time in Indiana, I was a housewife.
Who lived in Indiana. Imagine! Now, I'm on a diva's vacation. I have to
do this for a living.
Did I mention last night was surreal? It was the first time a performer in a big-time stadium ever pointed at me from the stage and I could be absolutely positive he was pointing at ME. It was the second time Heidiva told me I had a hot ass (thankyouverymuch). And I ran into the same randomly intriguing guy 3 times.
I gave him my 7 digits.
July
20, 2004
Guess which dean of rock 'n' roll nailed her publisher's deadline a full
day ahead of schedule.
Did you say me? (continue)
