Pretty Maids All In A Row

Oka, the show had a short run. Only a week and I never have to deal with those people again. The timing is good because last night I started writing a novel. A real-deal novel. i don’t know if it’ll be any good, but I’m gonna write it. I was thinking about the author I interviewed a while back both for a new magazine and for here on this blog and I was thinking about when I sked her about how she wrote and why she wrote and all of that and it occurred to me that she’s just like everyone else. She used to be poor and pissed off and stressed out and stuff. In other words, she used to be me. Me. Here. So, she said she just used to sit and let her brain dump words and soon it would start to flow and make sense and be good. So, I did that and I was so happy I emailed her in the middle of the night and told her everything. (Hope she doesn’t steal my idea!) She wrote back (she’s really cool and down-to-earth) and congratulated me and I had a feeling like there wasn’t any reason why I couldn’t publish it. I mean, millions of books are out int he world. Why can’t mine mbe out there too? So, in my feverish effort here, I am going to make it all work if it kills me. Maybe I’ll blog less, maybe I’ll blog more. But, I’m going to make it all work.

That was so dramatic. Damnit, I’m no better than those stupid actors. Shit.