Workbook

It occurs to me that there's a book I should be working on.

The house is mainly moved. Down to the elliptical machine and the gardening table on the back porch. Then I need to clean the shit out of the place.

Cleaning can happen later. I'm tired. I want to sit in bed and read.

Phone, internet, and cable are, I've discovered, a bundled deal, meaning I won't have any of those things until Saturday.

Fun.

Am also down to my last $37. I'm really not sure how that happened.

Fun X 2.

No Thigh-Firming Cream Neccessary

Found here.

Apparently, the same company who owns Dove owns Slimfast. Somehow, I'm not surprised. I'm going to go live in a little cabin in Alaska and write books.

100 Most Powerful Women in the World

I'm interested in how they defined "power." Sad that they felt they had to do a whole separate one for women because they'd put so few in a "100 Most Powerful People in the World" list. And I think we're still doing "Most Powerful Men" lists, so hey, fair's fair.

Interesting, anyway.

Faux Feministing

You gotta give the boys props:

Feministing (original)

Feministing (faux)

Fucking hilarious. It's a fantastic parody site - check it out (and don't forget to read the comments! They even use the word "fucktards"! Yay!).

I'm reminded of an interview with the band Nirvana, when they learned that Weird Al wanted to parody their song, "Smells Like Teen Spirit."

"You know you've really made it," one of them said, "when somebody wants to parody you."

Does This Stuff Creep Anybody Else the Fuck Out?

Just... creepy.

Book Deals: Pre-Order, Dammit!

I had the opportunity to take a fiction writing class with David Marusek in Fairbanks, Alaska in 1999, when I started my junior year of undergrad work at the U of Alaska. It was a genre writing class, meaning we were a little collective of folks writing mystery, SF/F, romance, adventure, thrillers, and the like.

It was a damn fine little workshop, and the first time I got to work with a real, published SF author who understood genre. David was awesome, but the turning point for me was the last night of class when we all went out to a local place and talked shop and traveling and life and etc. over cokes (for me, anyway: I was 19 at the time) and tortilla chips. David was a Clarion grad, and I mentioned off hand to him that I'd applied a year or so before and been rejected. I told him I was thinking of applying again when I was 25.

"Don't wait," he said. "Apply to both. Use some of the stories you wrote for class."

There's something about having somebody you respect who believes in you that gets you up off your ass and gets shit going.

I applied to both Clarion classes. I got into East no problem, and got on the waiting list for West. I reserved my spot at East and hung around hoping I'd make West. Eventually, when some of the Wests moved to East, I was able to get on board, so I got to spend 6 weeks in Seattle with an amazing group of folks. The experience was huge. It changed my whole life. I gained a wealth of amazing buddies. I traveled around the world visiting some of them. It rocked the house.

Now, nearly 6 years later, David's first novel, Counting Heads, is *finally* coming out.

He's blogging about the launch, and you can pre-order a copy here.

Drunk & Unpublished

Wow, that sounds familiar.

Can you really do a "guerrilla poetry" reading... at the local Wal-Mart? Oh, Indiana, red state and fast-food haven neighbor of mine...

Quote of the day:

"I don't know if I'm a good poet. Even when people tell you are good, you still don't really believe it," Powell said. "It's like kissing -- a person will tell you you're a good kisser while you're kissing them but there is never any way to tell."

"If A Woman Was Running From a Burning Building, What Would She Think About?"

I love The Onion.