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Monday August 20 2001 - 8:21 p.m. Today, I heard the first news from the editor I sent my book to. I was floored, because it was good news. Not that I thought it would be horrible (okay, I did, but I'm pretending I didn't), but it was all good. Very good. She loves my book. She says I have talent. She says I write dialogue very well. I did the "she likes my book" dance. I did. You can ask Sabu. That is, you could ask Sabu if he wasn't on permanent Diaryland sabbatical. Just thought I'd share that with all of you, anyway. Because it made for a wonderful start to the day, along with numerous other things. Too numerous to mention. But one was that Stephen unlocked his diary again. And that's a good thing. To me. Anyway. End of Subject One. -------------------------------Subject Two. Can someone explain to me the safety of the circle? Because this is something that's fascinating to me. I will be dancing, perfectly happy, in my little spot I've picked out for myself, wherever that may be on the floor, and perhaps there are one or two people dancing next to me. I will be dancing, and then I'll realize that two more people have joined the two already next to me. And then three more. And pretty soon, there is a big, wide circle of people, all dancing facing in toward each other. Usually, this circle gets so wide, it almost forces me from my dancing area. Only almost, though, because I am a greedy, stingy dancing-area holder-onner. And I will elbow you if you try to move me out. Oh yes I will, buddy boy. You just try me. Go ahead. And you will feel my elbow wrath. It is a sore wrath, and not one to be trifled with. Personally, I think dancing in a circle is pointless, and it wastes valuable dancing space. If Destillat starts up, the floor gets very crowded very fast. And you are not helping matters by standing in a blasted circle with all this prime real estate in the middle, just going to waste. So really, what is the deal with the circle? Are we afraid to dance alone, but we don't exactly want to commit to one person? (Not that that's much better, because then it usually declines rapidly into furious humping.) (Stop that, too.) Life is better when we all dance alone. Trust me. Then no one has to look at each other with that sort of half embarrassed, half pained expression on their faces that everyone gets when dancing together. And there sure as hell is a lot less "wooooo!" We can all do with less woooo. No, really. Trust me. No one has ever, in the entire history of vocal cords, sounded cool going "wooooo!" That's what I think. For what it's worth. Also, there are very pretty purple clouds outside. Lots of lightning too, which is always nice. I am currently reading a very good book, and my hair is once again one color, and I don't have to have it dyed again for another month. So that's what's happening with me. How are you?
-Mlle R
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