in the darkness
Wot ho, LJ.
Since we last spoke, I have indeed seen Rupert Thomson talk at the Sydney Writers' Festival twice in one day. He was the epitome of everything I could have wished for. Suave, beautiful, so very elegant, funny, intelligent, sexy. The Writers' Festival, on the other hand, was a massive bore and total wankfest. The irony was I should have taken a book to occupy myself during all the tedious waiting.
Mind you, this didn't stop me indulging in fantasies of being up on that dais, getting to read a bit of my own book out, and having some interviewer gush all over me, and people ask me questions about my writing. *snort* Generally being a wanker, yes. Oof, the ego creative visualisation.
This past week, I saw Laurie Anderson perform songs from her new work, Delusion, as part of the Vivid Festival which she's curating with some insufferably tedious fellow of bad hair she's married to. It completely sideswiped me to the point of bursting into tears on the phone to my Aunt when I got home. Unexpected, yes. Often brilliant, occasionally inane, but holy fuck what an experience. The last thing I expected to ever have in common with Laurie Anderson is a sort of family history. Had I known that would be the theme, I would have been prepared. Cos I wasn't, I was a total mess by the time I got into the privacy of my own studio. And have been edging nervously away from her since then. Huh. It'll pass.
And we're going to see Muse in December! OMG SO EXCITING! Not to mention Goldfrapp in July but I'm still unsure as whether to get excited about that or not, seeing as how it'll be at Luna Park where a stage technician knocked over Trent Reznor's keyboards in front of him. *facepalms*
And a week from Wednesday, the Aunt and I are embarking on the Ghan, all the way from Adelaide right up to Darwin. Which may necessitate the purchase of running shoes on my part. Erk. Cos damnit, I cannot pass up the opportunity to climb Uluru. Respectfully, of course, but christ yes. Absolutely gotta.
And finally, the latest novel crisis may have been resolved today. *nods* This is after me talking to at least three people who specifically said they would prefer not to be spoiled about the novel --- well, no, one has been demanding to be spoiled for a while now and he got his wish, ha ha! --- but that's how desperate I was for advice. Two out of three said the same thing --- "it sounds perfectly plausible, no, I don't see anything wrong with it, it's fiction, go for it" --- and after about a week of repeating this in my head, suddely today it coalesced and I realised as I read over my notes that "omigod it is plausible, I can totally do this! If I put this with this and take this from here and put it here and move this here, ack there it is!"
Ahahahahaha. Idiot. Thank goodness I have clever friends.
The third said he didn't find it plausible and that was very worrying cos he's the one who told me how much he likes it when a speculative fiction novel uses theory that is plausible. But then I figure I'll just have to convince him by Writing It Good. Yuh. And actually it was a very strange experience cos when I was telling the other two separately, it did sound quite plausible coming out of my mouth and I began to feel quite silly for making it out to be such a huge problem.
God, I don't know. Don't think about it, you may go mad, just do it.
And I have nearly mastered the art of making basmati rice. Today's dinner came a bit gluggy but finally I've got the serving amount just right. *nods* Now I'm battling the urge to gather recipes but that really should wait til I have money for ingredients.
And omg, the new Meredith Duran and Sherry Thomas novels arrived on Friday but I am not allowing myself to read them until I'm back at work on Wednesday and aaaaaaaaaaaarrrgghhhh no wonder I did so much novel work today in an effort to distract me from the eye-crossing temptation. *drools and claws*
Hokay. One research re-read down, one to go. All panic hath been ruthlessly routed, see.
Tally ho.
Since we last spoke, I have indeed seen Rupert Thomson talk at the Sydney Writers' Festival twice in one day. He was the epitome of everything I could have wished for. Suave, beautiful, so very elegant, funny, intelligent, sexy. The Writers' Festival, on the other hand, was a massive bore and total wankfest. The irony was I should have taken a book to occupy myself during all the tedious waiting.
Mind you, this didn't stop me indulging in fantasies of being up on that dais, getting to read a bit of my own book out, and having some interviewer gush all over me, and people ask me questions about my writing. *snort* Generally being a wanker, yes. Oof, the ego creative visualisation.
This past week, I saw Laurie Anderson perform songs from her new work, Delusion, as part of the Vivid Festival which she's curating with some insufferably tedious fellow of bad hair she's married to. It completely sideswiped me to the point of bursting into tears on the phone to my Aunt when I got home. Unexpected, yes. Often brilliant, occasionally inane, but holy fuck what an experience. The last thing I expected to ever have in common with Laurie Anderson is a sort of family history. Had I known that would be the theme, I would have been prepared. Cos I wasn't, I was a total mess by the time I got into the privacy of my own studio. And have been edging nervously away from her since then. Huh. It'll pass.
And we're going to see Muse in December! OMG SO EXCITING! Not to mention Goldfrapp in July but I'm still unsure as whether to get excited about that or not, seeing as how it'll be at Luna Park where a stage technician knocked over Trent Reznor's keyboards in front of him. *facepalms*
And a week from Wednesday, the Aunt and I are embarking on the Ghan, all the way from Adelaide right up to Darwin. Which may necessitate the purchase of running shoes on my part. Erk. Cos damnit, I cannot pass up the opportunity to climb Uluru. Respectfully, of course, but christ yes. Absolutely gotta.
And finally, the latest novel crisis may have been resolved today. *nods* This is after me talking to at least three people who specifically said they would prefer not to be spoiled about the novel --- well, no, one has been demanding to be spoiled for a while now and he got his wish, ha ha! --- but that's how desperate I was for advice. Two out of three said the same thing --- "it sounds perfectly plausible, no, I don't see anything wrong with it, it's fiction, go for it" --- and after about a week of repeating this in my head, suddely today it coalesced and I realised as I read over my notes that "omigod it is plausible, I can totally do this! If I put this with this and take this from here and put it here and move this here, ack there it is!"
Ahahahahaha. Idiot. Thank goodness I have clever friends.
The third said he didn't find it plausible and that was very worrying cos he's the one who told me how much he likes it when a speculative fiction novel uses theory that is plausible. But then I figure I'll just have to convince him by Writing It Good. Yuh. And actually it was a very strange experience cos when I was telling the other two separately, it did sound quite plausible coming out of my mouth and I began to feel quite silly for making it out to be such a huge problem.
God, I don't know. Don't think about it, you may go mad, just do it.
And I have nearly mastered the art of making basmati rice. Today's dinner came a bit gluggy but finally I've got the serving amount just right. *nods* Now I'm battling the urge to gather recipes but that really should wait til I have money for ingredients.
And omg, the new Meredith Duran and Sherry Thomas novels arrived on Friday but I am not allowing myself to read them until I'm back at work on Wednesday and aaaaaaaaaaaarrrgghhhh no wonder I did so much novel work today in an effort to distract me from the eye-crossing temptation. *drools and claws*
Hokay. One research re-read down, one to go. All panic hath been ruthlessly routed, see.
Tally ho.