5 March
Ever wake up one day and realize that you have written a book?
This has happened to me recently. I mean, I have always sort of jokingly referred to this thing that you are reading as my book, and when people have suggested that I do something about it I have always automatically said that I plan to, but the other day I got an e-mail from a woman who said that she was an editor and that she reads crap all day as part of her job and it was nice to read something good!
Now, it turns out that she is not the kind of editor that can help me any, but that is hardly the point, the point is that that little sentence started percolating in my mind, and I've been thinking hey, maybe this is a book after all, a real book.
I mean, obviously, book-wise, it's just a manuscript right now, and a hideously messy one at that, but I think I could make it into a book, I really could. Of course, right now I have no idea what I would do for an ending, and once I did re-write I haven't the foggiest idea what I would do with it, but it's a thought, isn't it?
Kind of like that old saw about the sculptor saying how to carve a bird out of wood, just carve away all of the bits that aren't a bird. There's a bird hidden inside this log, and I'll find it if it kills me!
Speaking of creativity (smooth segue, ain't?), I've been doing a giant mix tape project since Christmas that I am ready to offer to the world.
I have gone through every single cd that I bought last year (which is about a zillion cds, if you have been paying attention) and, in my own special obsessive-compulsive way, put together five themed mix tapes!
They are extremely wonderful mix tapes, the most wonderful mix tapes in all the land, too wonderful to keep to myself, so I, out of the goodness of my heart, am offering to trade them with you! You lucky people...
The tapes are called:
Girl Town
More Chicks Than You Can Hit With a Stick (you know, if you're into that sort of thing...) and Just a Couple of Boys
I'm In Love I'm In Love I'm In Love...
Drinking and Fucking and General Bad Behaviour
Boys A-Go-Go
And I'm not going to tell you what's on any of them. You can get all five in trade for five, or pick one or two, or if you can't decide by the title, just pick a number between one and five (they are numbered differently than the order in which they appear above) and you'll get a surprise that way! They are all (but one) pretty eclectic, and that one is because I listened all at once to several albums by only a few artists and decided to put them together, but it's a good tape, anyway.
Last year I got such wonderful tapes from people that participated in that tape trade that you'll have to got far to beat them, but I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with!
Well, what are you waiting for?
Sara, in the Arizona office, sent me a Dilbert cartoon yesterday that I had never seen, that had both The Raccoon and I simply weeping with laughter.
In it, Dilbert is telling Dogbert how frustrating it is at work, because "We can't even pay a simple invoice in less than six months!" He talks about the invoice aging in the mail room, then being ignored by the department secretary, and then:
"If it makes it to the Accounts Payable group, it will be eaten by trolls!"
One troll to another, holding out the invoice: "Just a taste."
Other troll: "No thanks, I'm full."
I have always wondered what my job title is--Accounts Payable person? Accounts Payable Assistant? It certainly isn't Bookkeeper or Accountant, as have appeared in print.
Well, now I know! I'm an Accounts Payable Troll!
Still sick, for those of you on phlegm-watch.
Today's horoscope:
Tread gently with loved ones today. Criticism may be a problem-- from you or from them. Channel nit-picking energy into work.
One year ago today:
I don't think it's too much to ask of a loaf of bread that it not have any potatoes in it.
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