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Oh revisions. . . |
[18 Jul 2010|11:30pm] |
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Every single time I contemplate revisions, it's with this happy stupid thought in my head that Hey! This will be good! This will be easy! This will take no time at all. . . . Then I start. Then I gnash my teeth, spend hours on a sentence, and generally go a bit mad. This year, I'm making it doubly exciting on myself by revising two manuscripts at once. Thankfully, one of them needs MUCH less work than the other. It's still a slow and painstaking process and it eats my brain. I wander around babbling like a lunatic and driving the wrong way down one-way roads. I spend a lot of time firing off demanding emails to whichever of my family is likely to be up asking things like "I'm looking for that word that's halfway between implications and consequences, you know the one, tell me what it is so I can GO TO BED!" And that's the good revision. The other one. . . . Well. This is a typical page.  I figure that as a rule, I'm altering half the lines minimum per page. Some changes are small and mostly about the microwriting. Some changes are small and about continuity. Some changes are easy cuts for my unfailing verbosity. But some changes. . . some changes make me flip the page over and write entirely new scenes from scratch, using all the same elements. Then I have to fix that writing, too. And I wonder why it takes me more than a few minutes per page. The really maddening part is that I try to be good. I try to make all the changes on that page so when it comes time to type the changes in, it should take only as long as my typing does. But no. By the time I'm entering the changes, I've usually thought of a whole new slew of them. Worse still? By the time, I've entered all the changes, I'm ready to bask in the book being done, and then, I realize--or have it pointed out to me--that hey, removing all that dross? Has revealed a deeper problem underneath and it's time for another go 'round of revision. Luckily, there's coffee. And computers. My mother tells me stories about typing her dissertation in college and literally cutting it into strips so she could revise and rearrange and paste (with REAL PASTE) it all back together so she could start typing it up manually, again. Reading? Nothing much. Concentrating on manuscripts. My brain is taffy. |
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Cats |
[09 Jul 2010|04:07pm] |
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I have decided that cats must think in threes. This is the only explanation for them always sitting in triads--no matter how many cats are in a house, they seem to group themselves in threes. It may also explain the sock issue. I have a bad habit of wanting to be barefoot all the time (growing up in the tropics will do that to you), so every time I come home, off go the shoes, off go the socks. And since I'm scatterbrained and not much of a housekeeper, they tend to stay there until I corral my laundry. The thing is: whenever I go to pick them up? They're always in groups of three. An alien anthropologist would make assumptions about the number of feet I have, based on that data. Three pairs of socks, three little piles, and during the night, the cats move them until there are only two piles of socks, consisting of three socks each. It's not just socks. I have four cats, and a feeding tray with four bowls on it. At the end of the day, three of the bowls will be clustered in a triangle and one will be discarded on the floor. Every single day. They hang out in shifting threes. Four of them in the same room, and there's a fight. Someone has to leave. Then once the unlucky fourth is sent off, they array themselves in a triangle and stare meaningfully at me. The trouble is, I don't speak math at the best of times, get tangled up in the idea that numbers and numerals are different. That the symbol doesn't mean the thing itself. It gets even worse because when someone writes 4, I think four, and then all the word parts of my brain activate, translating that to a whole slew of non-mathy things. Four, cuatro, the sign of four, death, vier, fir, man. The idea of cat math communication? Sorry kitties, out of luck. You're going to have to learn to spell with my socks instead of signify. Reading: still nothing, concentrating on my own writing and revising. Though ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kijjohnson was praising THE TERROR the other day and it's on my TBR shelf looking nice and shiny and fascinating so. . . . |
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CSSF! |
[05 Jul 2010|11:22pm] |
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So it's the lovely time of year when KU starts sprouting spec-fic writers, here for the CSSF Short Fiction workshop, or the Novel workshop, or the Campbell Conference. (All awesome reasons to be here. Even in the summer heat. Though this year it's been non-stop drizzle.) Given that the day job is no more, I've taken shameless advantage of this to camp out there, basking in the energy of approximately two dozen writers thinking at full blast. I've got three weeks, a broken novel, and a plan. However, it's day one, and I'm already back on the sleep dep schedule. Nothing like realizing "If I go to bed RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT, I will get 8 hours of sleep." followed rapidly by the realizations that: I have 34 more pages of revision notes to make, that I need to do another load of laundry, that the dog requires attention, and that the non-stop caffeine intake of the day make sleeping any time soon impossible. Ah, writing workshops. The brain burn. Where sleep dep hallucinations aren't cause for alarm, but bases for story ideas. Reading? Nothing! No time. :) |
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Ah, you guys made it TOO easy! |
[02 Jul 2010|05:26pm] |
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So three entrants, three prizes, three winners! But the bliss of it is, they were three great entries! I asked people who would play my characters, and I got a lot of wonderful answers. My favorites? Noomi Rapace for Erinya the Fury, chosen by stillsostrange . She also convinced me to go look up Patrick Wolf and now I have some new music on my iPod, dammit. Thanks!Kristin Bell for Alex Figueroa-Smith. She's totally not what I would have chosen but once paulliver mentioned her, I couldn't NOT. I still miss Veronica Mars. And Km, who filled out the entire cast for me, wins for Paul Gross as Kevin Dunne, the weary god of Justice. Though I do approve of DJ Qualls also. The only ones I could fill out myself? Zoe, oddly. Emmy Rossum would be a lot of fun. And for Tierney Wales, the Ghoul? Matthew Gray Gubler. Send me your snail mail addresses lane @ maledicte. com (close the spaces, of course! Must fight the evil spammers.) and I'll get your books out to you. Thanks for playing! |
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June |
[30 Jun 2010|11:43pm] |
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Things that I've accomplished in June. 15K on the in between book. The beginnings of the outline for the fourth Sylvie book. Half a rewrite of a short story that's transitioning awkwardly from some messed up assassin noir to an actual SF story. Mostly a lot of resting up. The CSSF workshops start on Monday. While I'm not attending the workshops themselves (I've attended them both in the past and loved them!) I'm going on the "writer's retreat" part. My goal is to finally finally FINALLY sit down and deal with the Beasts. Two weeks, 8 hour days, rewrites. With the lovely inspiration of other writers around me. Always good to bask in that energy when you can. On the reading front, I managed to move nine books from the TBR list. Three of them were Did Not Finish--one for extreme slowness, one because the humor in it wasn't my kind of humor though I'm sure other people adored it, and one for unconvincing depiction of a female character by a male author. The ones I read through were: KITTY & THE SILVER BULLET: Carrie Vaughn. Somehow in my earlier Kitty binges, I missed this one. And really? This one should not be missed. Talk about pivotal action! No wonder reading Kitty & the Dead Man's Hand gave me pause at first and made me feel like I'd missed something. I had! MAISIE DOBBS: Jacqueline Winspear. A hard slog. I dislike large time jumps in a book. I especially dislike large time jumps in a book when I'm not expecting them. I was really enjoying the first third of this book--Winspear did a great job of making me feel like I knew this character, backstory included--then suddenly bang. We go back ten years or so where Winspear now shows me in detail what she'd summed up so nicely in the first third. Aggravating as all hell. Put me in a bad mood for the last third. THE IMPROBABLE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HO THE HUNDRED THOUSAND KINGDOMS: NK Jemisin. Yes finally got around to this. Enjoyed it quite a lot. Would have liked it just a bit better if the villains had been half as fleshed out as the gods. But the gods were truly wonderful. And Jemisin's voice is amazing. I'll pick up the next book. THE MIRROR PRINCE: Violette Malan. Some really wonderful details in world-building, philosophy, and character. Plus, hey! A fantasy novel that stands on its own! THUNDERER: Felix Gilman. This one wins the prize for being the most bizarre. I read through it alternately entranced and bored silly. I think, in the end, it's a story about the city not the characters, which is a harder sell for me. The world-building, or city-building, is quite nice though. Dreamy and beautiful and horrific. Added to my TBR pile? MANEATERS OF TSAVO. KRAKEN ON THE EDGE MAGIC BLEEDS NIGHTS OF VILLJAMUR SIZZLING SIXTEEN (It's a sickness. I can't stop.) HAVANA NOCTURNE |
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Monday Miscellany |
[28 Jun 2010|05:27pm] |
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Sigh. My brain. So I'm embarking on the usual between-books house cleaning which is always a nightmare. One of these days I should cave and pay for maid service. . . except their wages would come out of my book budget! And as I learned on a VERY LONG choir trip, I really would rather buy books than do anything. Including eat. But the point of this is: sorting through the random scraps of paper that just spontaneously generate during book writing, I came across one of Those Notes. It reads: He's given you a purpose, given you the decision WHEN to call on him. Hold on to that power as long as you can. I like it! I just wish I knew who it referred to. I figure there have to be at least three characters involved. The one talking, the one he/she is talking to, and the mysterious He. Logically, it should apply to one of the projects I'm working on. Sylvie? The Beasts--surely not. That note sounds fantasy to me and Beasts are more scifi. Max? Nah. There's no scenario I can think of that fits this in Max's world. I'm going to keep poking. Maybe I can figure it out by the notes surrounding it. Or maybe I can recover the mindset. An archaeological expedition into my own head. Beats scrubbing the kitchen, for sure. Also, time's running out for those of you interested in winning a signed copy of Ghosts & Echoes. Go here to enter. Ends Thursday night! Currently reading: THUNDERER by Felix Gilman, which is not so much slow as measured. I'm enjoying it a lot. Also reading: The Ghost Stories of Muriel Spark, which is interesting because all I've ever read of hers is the inevitable Jean Brodie. The stories are crisp and clean and deceptively simple. |
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Ghosts & Echoes contest |
[17 Jun 2010|09:34pm] |
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Originally published at LaneRobins.com. You can comment here or there. Hi all, So I'm a little bored and I want to play 'what ifs'. In this case, what if Sylvie got turned into a movie? Yep, it's the author dream-game of "who would they cast to play my characters?" Your incentive to play along: I'm giving away three signed copies of Ghosts & Echoes for my favorite casting calls--the ones I think come closest to the character. You only need to send in one character suggestion for a chance to win. Paste 'em in the comments, so we can all admire. If by some wild circumstance, two people submit the same actor, I'll take the first posted. ( Read more... ) |
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General whining |
[12 Jun 2010|09:10am] |
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There are a lot of things I hate about getting older, up to and including the seemingly inevitable erasure from society that happens when you're female and no longer hollywood young. But mostly, I hate the getting up in the morning list. When I was a kid, I rolled out of bed and wandered off, already focused on the day. Now, I wake up and the list starts counting down. Headache? Neck ache? Back ache? Stomach ache? Joints? Allergies? Asthma? Lingering writer's cramp? And the reminder of breaks gone by; three fingers, three toes, one shin bone, two ribs, tailbone, one shoulder, one wrist. All stiff. If I could go back and erase any of the injuries, I'd avoid breaking the shoulder. It never did heal exactly right. Modern medicine? I'm ready for my return-to-youth injection now. Currently reading: In the midst of two books. The Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Blood of the Demon (a book I started months ago and mislaid). |
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May |
[01 Jun 2010|12:37am] |
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Originally published at LaneRobins.com. You can comment here or there. So May went by in a flurry of frantic activity. My brain is still reeling. I'm a slowpoke at heart, content to putter steadily forward in increments. This month I had a family trip to Vegas, which was a city I'd never managed to go to before. ( Read more... ) |
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Clean-up |
[13 May 2010|09:22pm] |
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Is there anything harder than looking at hugely overflowing bookcases and trying to decide which of these can go? I need some type of system. Some type of checklist. Clothes are easy. If they don't fit, if you haven't worn them in a year, if they're out of fashion--they hit the road. But books. There are books I have on my shelf that I will never read again; there are books on my shelves that no longer "fit"; there are books on my shelves that I don't even really like and yet. . . . a bookshelf, in toto, seems more of an artifact--something to be respected and left alone. I look at the books on my shelves, some of them nearly grey with dust--shut up, I'm a terrible housekeeper, I admit it--and I see things beyond the books. I look at Gordon Dickson's DORSAI novels and go, oh, yeah: he shaped me immensely. (Not in anything that's been published, but if I ever get the Beasts out, or the space opera, you'll see! Twins! Stoic men stoically refusing to emote! And still leaking emo all over the pages!) I look at FM Busby's Rissa & Tregare series which I loathed/was fascinated by in equal measures. Yeah. There's a lot of inspiration and horror in those books. There's Retief--an entire row of Retief books which ultimately gave me nothing except the certainty that I can't write humor. But I loved reading them. They're all the same. Comic romps and sly pokes at bureaucracy & politics. I look at Retief and I think of my mother bringing me two books back from her trip. (The Stainless Steel Rat & the Retief short story collection--she hit the jackpot with those two books. Kept me occupied for months catching up on those series.) There's Heinlein, who mostly leaves me cold. (I know, I'm a terrible person.) Except that I read Starman Jones, Have Spacesuit Will Travel, and it's all about reading the same books as my father. Ditto Asimov's Lije Bailey mysteries. Though the Asimov's left a stamp on me: I want mysteries in my fantasy/SF if at all possible. There's Mercedes Lackey who was enormously influential on my brain. I was going through the creative writing program at college and having all these RULES drummed into my head. Keep your prose sparse. Your dialogue the bare minimum, if you even used dialogue (you should strive not to). Don't be emotionally sloppy on the page. Don't. Don't. Don't. It was all Hemingway and Carver and structured repression and I was strangling under it, and then I picked up Mercedes Lackey. And it was like taking a breath. I could write how I wanted. I didn't have to pull everything back. I started writing again seriously the moment I put down Arrows of the Queen. I rediscovered joy in writing. Can I read those series now? No. That time has passed. But surely they deserve to stay. . . . I owe them. The books that I have multiple copies of, the better to press on people. I need all those copies, right? The trilogies that have one outstanding book and a couple mediocre ones. Do I keep the good one and dismiss the others? But then, the set's not complete? Or the older books. Not really old enough to be valuable in their own right, but old enough and out of print so if I changed my mind--they'd be hard to find again. I don't want to box them up. For one thing, that's just an open invitation to mice and silverfish. For another, books belong on shelves if possible. But, I'm so far beyond my capacity, it's just ridiculous. How do you all do it? How do you clear your shelves? Or are you lot just disciplined enough to not let them get unwieldy in the first place? I'm beginning to feel like Yomiko Readman. |
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April reading |
[05 May 2010|12:19am] |
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As always, a few days behind. I actually only read five books in April, six away from my goal, two of which hadn't been in the plan. But that's the way of it. What I read: Jennifer Crusie & Bob Mayer's WILD RIDE. A strange read which, despite being shelved in fiction, would probably have been better served in fantasy. It was a novel about two people finding their destiny as guardians to a demon-haunted amusement park. I'm a big fan of Crusie and a reasonable fan of Mayer, but I'm not sure their collaborations work all that well. I think in blending their styles, they each lose something. The ending was great though, so at least it left me with a smile on my face. Amanda Downum's THE DROWNING CITY. Epic fantasy with three, count them THREE, female POVs. I'm not sure I've ever read another high fantasy with exclusively female POVs. Single POVs yes, but a multiple POV high fantasy book? Lots of politics, interpersonal dynamics, smidges of romance, violence, and oh yes, ghosts and magic. Just to my taste. I can't wait for The Bone Palace to come out. Ilona Andrews' MAGIC STRIKES. Third Kate Daniels book, urban fantasy set in a futuristic Atlanta. I do wish the authors would remind us of that fact up front. Each time, I forget and there's inevitably a moment where I stumble. But good, adventurous fun, and I liked the slow feed of Kate's Mysterious Heritage. Mike Carey's A NAMING OF BEASTS. I loved book four in the series so much that there was no way this couldn't be a letdown even in a small way. Add to that some questionable plot moments that bugged me and. . . .hell, I still loved it. I adore Fix Castor and I really like the voice that Carey has. I'm sad that I've apparently caught up with all of Fix's adventures now. Then there was Gemma Files's A BOOK OF TONGUES. Okay, this book blew me away. I haven't read as much of her stuff as I should have (I have a weird fear of short story format horror. Every piece of horror that has ever left me reeling and upset has been in the short story format and my brain can be crazy morbid-obsessive as is) but I'd read her stories in Mighty Unclean and really enjoyed them. So I bought A Book of Tongues. The plot is fascinating, a sort of magical what-if about gunslingers with strange and wondrous magics, the characters are vivid and over-the-top and yet still believable, and the prose. . . . I'm still geeking out about the writing itself. It's not a perfect book; I think the back third's a little talky, but it's an amazing read. So worth picking up, and my favorite book of the month. I'm sure it's going to be in my list of favorite books of the year. My May read goals? Just to outrace the number of books coming in this month (DARK DESIGNS by Luisa Prieto, GRAVE SECRET by Charlaine Harris, SHOOT TO THRILL by PJ Tracy, THE HUNDRED THOUSAND KINGDOMS by NK Jemisin) and the leftovers from April, some of which are dauntingly dense. |
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How do you say Awkward. . . . |
[29 Apr 2010|06:44pm] |
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So my house is near a decent sized park that backs up onto a creek, mowed every couple of weeks or so, or when the grass gets knee height. I have ended up calling this the Dead Bunny park because city mowers, tall grass, spring--it's an ugly combination. But today Daisy & I were out walking (avoiding the known dead bunny area) and found Something Dead. Something that wasn't a bunny! We were excited. The dog because it was something new to try to roll in. And me, because I'm the daughter of two scientists. Plus, this was dead to the point of being down to skeletal matter and some fur. First we found the hindquarters--too big to be rabbit, with actual legs-- then ooh! Half the skull! (Those city lawnmowers are vicious!) I took pics on my cellphone, bemoaning the fact that I didn't have the DECENT camera. Cellphone pics are well and good, but for detail? Not so much. (Especially not on the crazy old cellphone I carry.) Then Daisy and I moved on. Then we came back. What was it???? The back molars (two remaining) are sharp. The skull's about 5 inches long and even with only half a skull to go by, not rounded enough to be cat, surely. . . . We moved on, puzzling through it. Well, I puzzled. Daisy romped and ate grass and rolled and dug in the dirt and lay on her back and panted. Then we went back. It was like a magnet. I wanted to know. I wanted more teeth for one thing. Teeth are helpful! (though oddly strange to hold in your hand. Somehow nothing says 'this was once alive' like a bare tooth.) So cue fifteen minutes later and we're grubbing in the lawn clippings and the grass and mutilated dandelions and the dirt hunting teeth, or anything else. I found a fragmentary lower jaw (all the teeth broken out sadly) and then jackpot. A canine. Another tooth after that. Then the upper vertebrae and a few ribs. (Mostly flat with a hook about four inches long. About the width of my pinky finger.) And a cigarette butt! EW GROSS! I was sunk. I couldn't just leave. Here comes the awkward part. I found a long stick, threaded the skull half and several of the loose vertebrae onto it. Tucked the loose teeth into my pocket. Held the lower jawbone for fragility. Turned around and. . . the little old lady who'd been weed-eating at the nearest house had put down her weed whacker to come see what I was doing. She got a woman with a skull on a stick, a jawbone in her hand, and a cheerful little dog on a leash. Her face. . . . I just waved (with the jawbone, naturally) and kept going. Sigh. I am always going to be THAT neighbor. Sadly, I am still fighting the urge to go back out there with proper tools, ie., gloves and a bag, to pick up the rest of it. Just so I can know. Currently reading: Gemma Files's A BOOK OF TONGUES. Verdict so far? Oh my god, AWESOME. |
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Ghosts & Echoes book release day! |
[27 Apr 2010|11:59am] |
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Originally published at LaneRobins.com. You can comment here or there. The header really says it all. Whee! Ghosts and Echoes release day! I may have to snoopy-dance. Currently reading: just finished Mike Carey's fifth Felix Castor Book: The Naming of Beasts. ( Read more... ) |
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Conestoga |
[25 Apr 2010|09:56pm] |
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Originally published at LaneRobins.com. You can comment here or there. So this weekend was Conestoga and the first time that I've managed to make the not-so-arduous trek to it. Glad I did! It was a great time! I got to meet up with old friends, come face to face with internet friends, and make some new ones. That, and there were books everywhere! Which always makes me happy. ( Read more... ) |
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More fun stuff |
[12 Apr 2010|03:56pm] |
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So I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I really love my sidekick characters: Delight DeGuerre, Erinya, Alex Figueroa-Smith. Hell, Maledicte in some ways was a love story to Gilly-the-sidekick. The point of this ramble is that Abigail of the blog All Things Urban Fantasy was kind enough to provide me a platform to let Alex ramble a bit about the Magicus Mundi and Sylvie. Want to know what Alex the sidekick thinks of things? Check it out. Then stick around and visit the rest of the All Things Urban Fantasy! Looks like a fun place to be.
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Whee! |
[10 Apr 2010|12:32pm] |
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It's GHOSTS & ECHOES release month for me! Can't wait to see what people think! Over on calico_reaction , she's doing a giveaway of three signed copies of the first book in the Shadows Inquiries series so you can get caught up! Here's the link! Go there, check out the contest, and check out her site! She reviews tons of books, from YA to SF and a lot of things in between, plus hosts a monthly bookread/discussion. Last month was Connie Willis's TO SAY NOTHING OF THE DOG. This time around it's Ekaterina Sedia's ALCHEMY OF STONE, and Sedia guest blogged for the occasion. Currently reading: WILD RIDE by Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer |
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Reading post |
[07 Apr 2010|04:36am] |
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So the only books I managed to read in March were Rob Thurman's ROADKILL, Mark del Franco's UNPERFECT SOULS, Kay Hooper's BLOOD TIES, and Karen E Olson's MISSING INK. On the bright side, I enjoyed all of them, more or less. The problem is that I BOUGHT far more books than I read. My TBR pile has exploded! To the point where there are piles of books stacked on the main bookshelf, on the subsidiary bookshelf, on the floor, on the bedside table, on the bedroom desk. It's overwhelming. (Yes, I am a junkie, why do you ask?) So my plan is to select my top ten want-to-reads and get them off my list. These are the ones I know or have every reason to assume I'll gobble up. They are: THE DROWNING CITY by Amanda Downum. I keep picking this one up, reading snippets of it, getting enthused and then putting it down again. Part of my brain is afraid of epic fantasy series at this point, but this one just looks good. KITTY'S HOUSE OF HORRORS & VOICES OF DRAGONS by Carrie Vaughn. MAGIC STRIKES by Ilona Andrews. I'm not sure reading it is going to count toward knocking down my TBR, since I presume that as soon as I finish it, I'll be hunting up the fourth book. THE NAMING OF THE BEASTS by Mike Carey THE UNQUIET by John Connolly. I'm missing some of the intervening books in this series and hoping it won't be impossible to read. Scott Westerfeld's LEVIATHAN. SPEAKS THE NIGHTBIRD by Robert McCammon. I have a weird love/hate for historical witch stories. So who knows. I may swap this one out for THE TERROR by Dan Simmons. Tana French's THE LIKENESS And Peter Straub's A DARK MATTER. Even when his books don't hold together for me, I love his writing. |
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Writing |
[24 Mar 2010|12:43am] | |||||
It's amazing the difference a few years makes. Back in 2007 when I was working on the rough draft of Kings & Assassins, there was a terrible moment when I just knew the book wasn't working. That the 30K words I'd amassed were just all wrong. Days of angst and pain and stress ensued. Even once the problem had been identified, it was still devastating. Weeks of works gone, weeks spent freaking out. |
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Spring. Really? |
[20 Mar 2010|06:59pm] |
 This is ridiculous. Really. My poor backyard. My poor daffodils which are now beneath snow. |
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Argh, Morning, my nemesis. |
[20 Mar 2010|02:23pm] |
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Some mornings are just harder than others. Roll out of bed and want to roll right back in. It's a sad thing, but writing tires me out. I'm pushing hard this year--I've got three novel projects I want to finish and a pet novel project I'd like to make serious inroads on. Plus, well, insomnia isn't a whole lot of fun. And my brain's just refusing to shut off at night. The point being that I'm dragging today, and am trying to decide between easing into the day or shocking myself awake. Easing myself awake involves toast, a glass of tea, mellow music, and lounging around in PJs. (Yes, I know it's 2:00pm central time. I feel no guilt. I went to bed at 4:30 and was awake until 7 am, so getting up at 1 is actually reasonably virtuous. We won't even discuss the fact that I woke myself up around 9 by talking in my sleep). Filling my "morning" with mindless chores. Or slamming back the espresso, getting dressed and hitting the treadmill, listening to the anything-but-mellow Corvus Corax, skipping the chores and heading straight into the Sylvie-kicks-someone's-ass scene that I was flubbing so miserably when I went to bed. Personally, I'm afraid of the treadmill in the mornings. But then I'm the type who gets out of bed and promptly walks into a wall, so it may be a justified fear. I need a morning routine. I don't have one, though if I could borrow one from anyone on earth, it would probably be Ray Kowalski on dueSouth, who jitters around his apartment in increasing agitation and dumps candy into his coffee and calls it breakfast. I'm not sure he's the best role model in the world--but I feel his lifestyle is attainable. Somewhere my mother is banging her head into a wall saying "I raised that child right! Where did she go so wrong?" Sorry, Mom. Currently listening to Michael Longcor's sung version of Kipling's The Only Son. Awesome. There should be more songs about wolves/werewolves. Also, listening to the percussive song of the small dog pushing a empty peanut butter jar around the floor, trying to get the last smears of it. |
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