Sunday, June 26, 2005
Hey! Its a crazy idea but it just might work
Ya'll, I keep a lot of these journal things all over the place.
And why do I never post here? Because I was stubborn and didn't want to use Movable Type or Blogger or anything and when I'd sit down to write my ADD would kick in while designing the page.
And while I loved the unique look to each of my entries, I am a busy busy girl. And by "busy" I mean "lazy".
In the coming days, I'll be moving some of those entries I've published elsewhere onto here so keep eyes open.
As of late, I have had several comments stating something akin to "You should write a book. You write so well", to which I reply "Yes. Yes, I should".
And Friday, I was browsing around Amazon and realised that FOUR people I know have been published in book form. Four. Four who were just like me with a website and a need to push a life story onto other people.
This, of course, will not do. I need to be published in some way, shape, or form. Book? I don't know. Essay/short story in magazine? Hmm...I could do that. It will be interesting to see how well received my This American Life story will be (more about that to follow in the coming days)
I just don't want to be here next year, saying "So, someone else I know got published. Always a bridesmaid and never a bride"
And speaking of brides, my friend Wammo is getting hitched sometime soon and is having his celebratory shindig on September 17th and I need a date. Well, I don't NEED a date. As far as I know, I won't be turned away by some bouncer behind a velvet rope because I don't have someone on my arm but, this will be the first wedding I have attended as a single woman and I have this nightmarish vision where women who show up single to a wedding reception are ushered to some spinster table, which sits just between the kids table and the door to the alley. And there I'll sit with someone's geriatric Aunt Mabel who will spend the evening showing me photos of her cats while all the pretty girls with dates will dance and laugh and talk about how they are going to "summer" with their beau in the Hamptons. And as they pass by our table, they will look at me and sigh and mutter "Oh, that poor thing. I hear she wanted to be a writer", and then shake their heads in pity.
I will be taking applications for a date in the weeks to follow. Applicants should be clever, good conversationalist, free of offensive body odor, able to hold their liquor, and willing to say key phrases at the right time, such as :
"Yeah, Stephanie sure is something"
"We were thinking of summering in the Hamptons but that is so passe, don't you think?"
"I really do hope that when Stephanie's article is printed in The New Yorker, she doesn't forget about us little people. I know she'll be busy rubbing elbows with David Remnick but I hope she still has time for me. I guess such is the life of a famous writer".
Applicants may also be called back for an event next summer, hereafter known as "10-year High School Reunion"
Ya'll, I keep a lot of these journal things all over the place.
And why do I never post here? Because I was stubborn and didn't want to use Movable Type or Blogger or anything and when I'd sit down to write my ADD would kick in while designing the page.
And while I loved the unique look to each of my entries, I am a busy busy girl. And by "busy" I mean "lazy".
In the coming days, I'll be moving some of those entries I've published elsewhere onto here so keep eyes open.
As of late, I have had several comments stating something akin to "You should write a book. You write so well", to which I reply "Yes. Yes, I should".
And Friday, I was browsing around Amazon and realised that FOUR people I know have been published in book form. Four. Four who were just like me with a website and a need to push a life story onto other people.
This, of course, will not do. I need to be published in some way, shape, or form. Book? I don't know. Essay/short story in magazine? Hmm...I could do that. It will be interesting to see how well received my This American Life story will be (more about that to follow in the coming days)
I just don't want to be here next year, saying "So, someone else I know got published. Always a bridesmaid and never a bride"
And speaking of brides, my friend Wammo is getting hitched sometime soon and is having his celebratory shindig on September 17th and I need a date. Well, I don't NEED a date. As far as I know, I won't be turned away by some bouncer behind a velvet rope because I don't have someone on my arm but, this will be the first wedding I have attended as a single woman and I have this nightmarish vision where women who show up single to a wedding reception are ushered to some spinster table, which sits just between the kids table and the door to the alley. And there I'll sit with someone's geriatric Aunt Mabel who will spend the evening showing me photos of her cats while all the pretty girls with dates will dance and laugh and talk about how they are going to "summer" with their beau in the Hamptons. And as they pass by our table, they will look at me and sigh and mutter "Oh, that poor thing. I hear she wanted to be a writer", and then shake their heads in pity.
I will be taking applications for a date in the weeks to follow. Applicants should be clever, good conversationalist, free of offensive body odor, able to hold their liquor, and willing to say key phrases at the right time, such as :
"Yeah, Stephanie sure is something"
"We were thinking of summering in the Hamptons but that is so passe, don't you think?"
"I really do hope that when Stephanie's article is printed in The New Yorker, she doesn't forget about us little people. I know she'll be busy rubbing elbows with David Remnick but I hope she still has time for me. I guess such is the life of a famous writer".
Applicants may also be called back for an event next summer, hereafter known as "10-year High School Reunion"
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YOU made me feel dumb.
You have that power.
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