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November
11, 2004
While I was at my alma mater Old Dominion
last week, I made my way to a sacred place. As a student, I spent countless
hours seated at the fountain on the main quad of the campus. I studied
my political science notes, thought about boys and wondered what I wanted
to be when I grew up. All these years later, I sat down and ruminated
over the state of politics, thought about men, and wondered what I really
want to be now that I'm a grown-up. As I watched the water of the Monarch
fountain in its unceasing motion, a young woman (dressed all in black,
of course) plopped down next to me and opened a notebook. Maybe she
was writing her own journal - or her first novel. I couldn't help but
watch the reflection of my youth and wonder if I'd become the person
the 20-year-old me envisioned.
I am a writer, and an activist and a hopelessly jaded romantic. I think she'd be okay with that.
Fountain of Youth: Photo by Sandra
Adams
November
12, 2004
I plowed through over 100 pages of editing over the past two nights.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with the person I hope will be the book
cover artist for Won't
Get Fooled Again. On Sunday, I'm meeting with my assistant,
Joe, to talk about
book tour plans. If you knew my publisher, you'd realize how closely
we're following a model for a band rather than an author. It's pretty
f-ing cool.
I met with my day-job mentor tonight to ask about my destiny. I think the answer is somewhere in the previous paragraph.
November
13, 2004
Finally, a return to the old days, when my novel consumed every moment
of my free time. I met with the man who will design the cover of Won't
Get Fooled Again. Again, I am thrilled by our shared vision.
Tonight, I made it through 100 pages of manuscript double-checks. I
might just make my deadline yet. Deadlines today; dreams tomorrow. Yep.
November
14, 2004
My meeting with Joe
this morning proved to be quite inspiring. The next 8+ hours at my day
job (today is Sunday), less so. When I left the College tonight, I saw
a gigantic bat fly right over my head. You remember the
symbolism, right? Out with the old, in with the tour bus.
Dear Victoria's Secret CEO:
I need a corporate sponsor to pay for my tour de rock. I will paint
a gigantic pair of legs on my tour bus and wear fishnets every g*dd*mn
day of my life. It's a win/win proposition if ever I heard one.
Love,
Colette
Dear Victoria's Secret CEO's
Eighth Cousin Once Removed:
Just in case your cousin doesn't read my website everyday, could you
be a dear and pass along the previous message?
Friends Forever,
Colette
November
15, 2004
Won't Get Fooled
Again is wonderful. Have I ever mentioned that? I sometimes
have trouble editing these days because I love to stop and read this
wonderful wonderful novel. Suzanne Curtis, Jackson Hellam, Timothy Sharpe...
They're just great characters. Readers will love them and love this
book. Bring on da success.
November
16, 2004
Went through 50 pages of my manuscript with my sister/editor.
Mainly, I'm getting a second opinion on some of the changes my real
editor suggested. For the most part, Heather just says, "Yeah,
your editor's wording is a lot better than yours."
After I met with Joe on Sunday, I ordered two books about corporate sponsorship from Amazon.com. Tonight, I worked on a proposal. It's very sassy. I love writing about myself in third person. "Colette is a delight. Sexy, brilliant, ambitious, beautiful, funny... I just can't stop thinking of words to describe her..."
Colette in first person: "Yeah, um, I guess I'm okay sorta."
November
17, 2004
If you knew how much I hate ab workouts, you'd appreciate the self-discipline
I exerted when I reconciled with my summer lover, Gym,
this week. Gym and I didn't break up exactly, but we seemed to drift
apart when the academic year began. We've had an occasional tryst during
the fall, but nothing like the old times when we were hooking up 5-6
times a week. In case it wasn't clear a couple days ago, I'm serious
about my desire for a sexy corporate sponsor, and I'm sure they'd be
ecstatic to have a sexy (flat bellied) literary diva driving a tour
bus with their logo on it. So, I did cruches to complement the draft
sponsorship proposal I wrote last night. If I'm sore tomorrow, just
wink and smile.
My assistant, Joe, wants a new photo for his link. He chose the pic that pays homage to my "Living the Fantasy" documentary promotional shot. Look at the two women behind him. He was posing. They were not. (continue)
