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October
20, 2004
Kurt Doan and I went out trick
or treating tonight. Well, not exactly, but we did go door-to-door soliciting
the support of others. I'm proud
to say that a recent editorial
I wrote has been selected as one of only three pieces from the newspaper
posted online for comments. Like Won't
Get Fooled Again, it deals with feminism and femininity.
I've been averaging a little less than 30 pages of edits per night. I don't know if that's good or not. It doesn't feel like it. I sense a gigantic clock ticking.
October
21, 2004
Were I a celebrity writer, I could work from my canopy bed and things
like colds wouldn't impede my progress. College deans have to get up,
get dressed and get paperwork done. I think I've decided what I want
to be when I grow up.
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October
22, 2004
Over the past two nights, I've breezed through over 100 pages of my
manuscript. I've been skipping over the parts that require thought,
so I'm far from being done, but far ahead of where I thought I might
be at this point. All roads point to Valentine's
Day.
October
23, 2004
I love my life. This afternoon I had the not-uncommon experience of
pausing in my book editing to yell out "I love this guy!!!"
(referring to Jackson Hellam, of course). He deserves a life on paper.
Soon, Jackson, soon. I jammed on 30 more pages of edits. Now I need
to shower and go to a wedding (someone else's, thank goodness).
Quickie shout-out to SSG front man Steve Sizemore, who emailed me this morning to tell me that he's a fan of mine. Whatever. He is too adorable to be my fan. I am in awe of his dedication and talent. I suppose rock & roll can have mutual admiration societies, but only if it doens't interfere with my R&R fantasies. When I saw Steve in Baltimore last weekend, he gave me the best quote of the expo: "The day job killed rock & roll." Amen.
October
24, 2004
This weekend, I knew I was going to run into a former love, and I'm
never sure what feelings those encounters will evoke. Sure enough, it
tugged at my heart, but not the way I expected. The ex-boyfriend was
no big deal. The tough part came this morning, when my dream team staff
from last year reunited for brunch. I couldn't help but lapse into fantasyland.
So comfortable, so special and synergistic... I had to remind myself
that we no longer shared a relationship, and that it was time to move
on.
As Won't Get Fooled Again gains momentum, I can see that I need to break up with the stranglingly needy day job. Higher education has long been the love of my life, but when I see a glimpse of how good it used to be compared to what it is now, I have to admit that I'm stuck in a codependent spiral. I'm not sure whether I need to keep dating other colleges or switch teams altogether. Becoming a financially successful writer would make the decision quite easy.
October
25, 2004
If there is a competition going on today for Most Dedicated Author,
this girl-next-door has it in the bag. When I got home tonight, I found
my Guide to Book Promotion (something I use on an almost-daily basis)
covered in cat vomit. I don't have ordinary cats, mind you. Penelope
and Sydney are above average in every way - intelligence, cuteness and,
apparently, retching. Whichever one did the deed soaked the pages to
the point that I had to hold the book under running water. I could buy
another guide, but this one has my personal notes in the margins of
almost every page. Now the margins will have notes and tiny pieces of
regurgitated tuna.
The life of a celebrity writer-in-the-making is very glamorous. But you knew that already, didn't you?
October
26, 2004
Still making steady progress. This is hot. I'm sure I'm one of the average
human beings who thinks about sex once every 8.7 seconds. But now, the
other 8.6 are filled with thoughts of being a full-time writer. All
I need is a few moments of lucidity to figure out a way to finance both
fantasies. I'm smart. I'll come up with something.
October
29, 2004
I'm done with the first round of corrections for the (almost) final
manuscript. My recent lack of time to work on Won't Get Fooled Again
is NOT a reflection of a lack of commitment. Tonight, I started looking
online to find a countdown stopwatch thingamajig for my front page.
I'm feeling very confident about Valentine's Day.
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Congrats to Jen (front row) Last year, she was a member of the KISSfiction krew at the Baltimore KISS Expo. This morning, she won $10K in the Amputee Beauty Pageant on the Howard Stern Show. As Howard said, she is smokin' hot. |
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October
31, 2004
When it comes to critiquing tribute band shows, you know I like a skinny
"Ace", a tall "Gene" and a competent "Peter"/"Eric".
I pretty much assume that the "Paul" will rate somewhere between
"Loser" and "I Appreciated the Effort". Then, I
saw KISS Nation's new "Paul".
I honestly didn't think a mere mortal could pull off the voice, the
moves AND the sexually hypnotic looks. KISS Nation may now have set
the bar for the real KISS. Holy
crap. Even though I know a couple of the members of the band (remember
Carlos from the 10 Things
photoshoot?), last night was all about the fantasy. I stood right up
front so I could pretend the band was playing just for me, and at times,
I swear they were. Even without the pyro show of old, I found
myself squealing like a teenager from the old Ed Sullivan/Beatles footage.
This morning, the KISS hangover plagued me. The ringing ears, hoarse
voice and bruised hip (from where my fist pounded in unison with the
bass beat) made me wonder if the KISS Army dispenses Purple Hearts.
Lord knows somebody stole my heart last night..
Editor's note: Did you notice the punctuational precision of my gratuitous quotation marks? Makes you want to read my book, doesn't it? (continue)
