8 July
So yesterday I woke in the middle of the night and realized that I had crawled under the duvet in my sleep!
You know what that means? I means the heat had broken!
Yesterday was flat out beautiful. I mean, don't get me wrong, it hit 96º, but there was a breeze and no humidity, and it just proved that the old saw "but it's a dry heat!" is gospel truth.
So I've been giving all of these interviews lately.
On Saturday I talked to a guy from Writer's Digest, as they are doing an issue of journalling, paper journalling that is, and suddenly they discovered online journalling and decided to include a story on that, and I was just so interesting (either than or long-winded) that we had to do a part-two last night.
Also, on Tuesday I did an interview for Newsday that they might not print because the editors might just not be able to get over the idea that I live in Jersey ("But I'm only about four feet over the state line!" I cried) and after all this I'm really almost entirely sick of talking about myself.
Not quite, though. You lucky people.
Honestly, though, with the guy from Writer's Digest, he would ask a question and I would start talking and talking and talking until I finally had to say "I'm sorry, I've forgotten the question. Did I answer it?" More than once.
He was so cute, though, because he said that you couldn't really tell what a story would be like from how the interview went, but he had a good feeling about this one, and if it didn't write up well "It certainly won't be through lack of material!"
Reticent in interviews I am not.
Then when I got home last night, rather than working on OP some more, and Lord knows there's a ton to do, I updated Funny Pages and No Spring Chicken, so check 'em out as there's lots of new journals in both of them.
So, in checking my " one year ago today" page, I read the following paragraph:
"Okay, I think I'm reaching critical mass.So my question on reading that was, of course, was I mistaken or not? Did I have it in me to get to nine years and a few days short of three months or did I actually go insane without noticing?
Eight years and a few days short of three months is the exact longest I can stand to not have sex before going insane..."
Today's horoscope:
Follow the straight and narrow. Bending rules doesn't work today; you'll probably get caught.
One year ago today:
"But I need them for my 'nagination!"
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