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Barenaked Ladies tonight...very excited. Getting a birthday present for the future is cool sometimes.
Got the entry form for the Hillerman contest.I'll be thrilled of course, but it'll be funny if my book wins, given its total lack of canyons and vistas and shit. But, no matter how poorly the revision goes, I am submitting it and not chickening out. Because I always hold back and end up not doing anything and wondering why my audience is twelve people. But I probably will lose out to a detective/ornithologist or something more Western. But I love Nature to look at but not to write about and I think it shows when I try. I have no instinct for the fruited plains, dawg. It's always been the human drama that got me every time. Maybe because when I couldn't ride on somebody's hip anymore, nature got kinda exclusive?
And I'm a city girl, you know. Not from trading-post operators and cotton growers. That is back a bit for me.
I think I was crazy yesterday to consider not writing something because some hypothetical person(male?) will find me geekish and unattractive. I almost died trying to be Normal and that path I thought so sensible yesterday might lead back there again. I have to be who I am, even when I think the universe did not leave me very much to work with, which, let's face it, is often. But I will not respect the opinion of the person that loves me while I am at half-strength being April the Girlfriend Bot. Will I write the pitch? Maybe, maybe not. But not because it is like a zit on my forehead. If I have something great to say, even if it is about old TV, I need to go say it. I only partially created and shaped this brain to work on the lines it works on... Death is your gift and maybe there is a larger purpose at work here.(Or possibly a bit of reincarnation that didn't get erased...dude, this probably makes Evidence Control look good, huh? Sorry former self...let me guess, they asked you what you wanted, and you said as long as you could exercise every day, you could cope with anything. Fuckin'Bosses.)
But it might work out...they're saying around the way that Murrow said "Anything but sports," and that's turning out okay, now.
The other night I heard somebody on TV say "I'm giving you five minutes, and then I'm going Baltimore on your asses." It made me smile.
Got the entry form for the Hillerman contest.I'll be thrilled of course, but it'll be funny if my book wins, given its total lack of canyons and vistas and shit. But, no matter how poorly the revision goes, I am submitting it and not chickening out. Because I always hold back and end up not doing anything and wondering why my audience is twelve people. But I probably will lose out to a detective/ornithologist or something more Western. But I love Nature to look at but not to write about and I think it shows when I try. I have no instinct for the fruited plains, dawg. It's always been the human drama that got me every time. Maybe because when I couldn't ride on somebody's hip anymore, nature got kinda exclusive?
And I'm a city girl, you know. Not from trading-post operators and cotton growers. That is back a bit for me.
I think I was crazy yesterday to consider not writing something because some hypothetical person(male?) will find me geekish and unattractive. I almost died trying to be Normal and that path I thought so sensible yesterday might lead back there again. I have to be who I am, even when I think the universe did not leave me very much to work with, which, let's face it, is often. But I will not respect the opinion of the person that loves me while I am at half-strength being April the Girlfriend Bot. Will I write the pitch? Maybe, maybe not. But not because it is like a zit on my forehead. If I have something great to say, even if it is about old TV, I need to go say it. I only partially created and shaped this brain to work on the lines it works on... Death is your gift and maybe there is a larger purpose at work here.(Or possibly a bit of reincarnation that didn't get erased...dude, this probably makes Evidence Control look good, huh? Sorry former self...let me guess, they asked you what you wanted, and you said as long as you could exercise every day, you could cope with anything. Fuckin'Bosses.)
But it might work out...they're saying around the way that Murrow said "Anything but sports," and that's turning out okay, now.
The other night I heard somebody on TV say "I'm giving you five minutes, and then I'm going Baltimore on your asses." It made me smile.