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productive day at work, though it wasn't enough to make me feel good about it. i've been feeling really insular, and i know that's not good for me, personally or professionally. i have to find a way to get out of my own head, find some energy, radiate it outward. some days, that's really hard.
i've been emailing back and forth w/ friend l, who's coming to visit soon. the existential angst that flows between the two of us is amazing sometimes... but it's nice to have someone who shares it. we've got different issues, to be sure, but we understand each other well. i only wish that i could take the whole week off to sit and talk w/ her... in cafes, by the ocean, late at night. the reality is, her time often will be filled with other things, other friends... and she's bringing her 7-year-old son. (i adore him, but he requires a certain amount of attention that does not lend itself well to all-night gab-fests.)
had something to sell on ebay that i meant to get rid of a few months back. had bought d something for hanukkah and it was wrong. bought him the right thing shortly thereafter, but never sold this one back. now the listing is set, so that's one less thing i have to think about (until shipping it).
that reminds me... was supposed to receive a rebate on a computer thing, but it came back saying that i had submitted it past the date. i submitted it on time, and i want my damn money. i hate it when people (companies) fuck with me on this stuff. they make you jump through hoops, wait weeks and weeks, and then hope you'll just forget about it. however, i intend to pursue it. better yet... i will delegate to d and have him pursue it.
sold my copy of eat, pray, love (gift from l; i'd bought her a copy because she wanted it, and she bought me one back), within a minute of listing it. i read it in only a few days, but then i do that with most books. this one i could put down... it didn't keep me up 'til 2 or 3 in the morning... but i did plow through because i really wanted to be done, on the other side of it. i didn't really enjoy it all that much. it reminded me of tales of a female nomad, right down to the section about indonesia, but i don't think it was as well-done.
every time i'm left with a blah feeling after reading, particularly a memoir, i think to myself, my friend l could so easily write a much more compelling book! ...and i tell her that, too. she works on it periodically, sometimes considers fictionalizing things, but we're both sure that this will be memoir territory one way or another, with much of the material coming from her journals. she's got a lot to say, but i'm not sure she has any great conclusion she intends to arrive at. i don't think her self esteem is powerful enough for her to think that a book about "her life, so far" is worth anyone reading... but she's wrong. as her editor, it's my job to convince her of that.
i've been emailing back and forth w/ friend l, who's coming to visit soon. the existential angst that flows between the two of us is amazing sometimes... but it's nice to have someone who shares it. we've got different issues, to be sure, but we understand each other well. i only wish that i could take the whole week off to sit and talk w/ her... in cafes, by the ocean, late at night. the reality is, her time often will be filled with other things, other friends... and she's bringing her 7-year-old son. (i adore him, but he requires a certain amount of attention that does not lend itself well to all-night gab-fests.)
had something to sell on ebay that i meant to get rid of a few months back. had bought d something for hanukkah and it was wrong. bought him the right thing shortly thereafter, but never sold this one back. now the listing is set, so that's one less thing i have to think about (until shipping it).
that reminds me... was supposed to receive a rebate on a computer thing, but it came back saying that i had submitted it past the date. i submitted it on time, and i want my damn money. i hate it when people (companies) fuck with me on this stuff. they make you jump through hoops, wait weeks and weeks, and then hope you'll just forget about it. however, i intend to pursue it. better yet... i will delegate to d and have him pursue it.
sold my copy of eat, pray, love (gift from l; i'd bought her a copy because she wanted it, and she bought me one back), within a minute of listing it. i read it in only a few days, but then i do that with most books. this one i could put down... it didn't keep me up 'til 2 or 3 in the morning... but i did plow through because i really wanted to be done, on the other side of it. i didn't really enjoy it all that much. it reminded me of tales of a female nomad, right down to the section about indonesia, but i don't think it was as well-done.
every time i'm left with a blah feeling after reading, particularly a memoir, i think to myself, my friend l could so easily write a much more compelling book! ...and i tell her that, too. she works on it periodically, sometimes considers fictionalizing things, but we're both sure that this will be memoir territory one way or another, with much of the material coming from her journals. she's got a lot to say, but i'm not sure she has any great conclusion she intends to arrive at. i don't think her self esteem is powerful enough for her to think that a book about "her life, so far" is worth anyone reading... but she's wrong. as her editor, it's my job to convince her of that.