"I know my faults. But I can hide them."
As with the several days preceding it, there was a lot wrong with yesterday. So, I'm not going to write about any of that Shit What Was Wrong. Fuck it all to Hell (where it can, please, say hello to Margaret Thatcher). I do not advocate "looking on the bright side." It's an idiotic way to go through life. However, I'm giving myself a small break today, in hope that it will snap me out of this bullshit lock-up before my schedule takes more damage than it can recover from. So...the good:
Yesterday, my agent sold Brazilian and Polish rights on The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. Which means the book is about to be translated into Turkish, French, Polish, and Portuguese. Hopefully, with more translation rights to come. German, Arabic, Japanese, and Mandarin are on my wish list.
Far more importantly, this morning I received news from a friend in Birmingham that she isn't sick, that the scare was nothing serious after all. How does one say "I'm relieved" in these situations without sounding trite?
Today, the plan is to go back to reading through The Drowning Girl for the Centipede Press edition. I'm about to write my editor at Roc to let her know why Red Delicious is late. And the rest...well...we'll see. Frankly, almost everything is wrong, and one good day won't make it right. Good news won't make it right. I start thinking that way, I get fucked over and shit gets worse. Just gotta try to keep moving ahead, falling. Falling should be easy.
Oh...here's something (behind the cut):
Trying to avoid causing myself bodily harm yesterday, Spooky and I messed about with the contacts I had made last summer. Here's one shot. Unfortunately, just one doesn't show how the pupil is allowed to contract and expand naturally, which is what makes them so cool. So, I'll have to post more later, in lower and brighter light. That's my "blind" eye, by the way.
Falling Forward,
Aunt Beast
Yesterday, my agent sold Brazilian and Polish rights on The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. Which means the book is about to be translated into Turkish, French, Polish, and Portuguese. Hopefully, with more translation rights to come. German, Arabic, Japanese, and Mandarin are on my wish list.
Far more importantly, this morning I received news from a friend in Birmingham that she isn't sick, that the scare was nothing serious after all. How does one say "I'm relieved" in these situations without sounding trite?
Today, the plan is to go back to reading through The Drowning Girl for the Centipede Press edition. I'm about to write my editor at Roc to let her know why Red Delicious is late. And the rest...well...we'll see. Frankly, almost everything is wrong, and one good day won't make it right. Good news won't make it right. I start thinking that way, I get fucked over and shit gets worse. Just gotta try to keep moving ahead, falling. Falling should be easy.
Oh...here's something (behind the cut):
Trying to avoid causing myself bodily harm yesterday, Spooky and I messed about with the contacts I had made last summer. Here's one shot. Unfortunately, just one doesn't show how the pupil is allowed to contract and expand naturally, which is what makes them so cool. So, I'll have to post more later, in lower and brighter light. That's my "blind" eye, by the way.
Falling Forward,
Aunt Beast