anyway...

I haven't posted here in a while for a couple different reasons. The first reason is that not much has been happening writing-wise. Things are in the pipelines but moving very slowly. I had hoped to have a new book out by now, but I guess it hasn't been in the cards yet. But next month should see the release of the tp version of House of Fallen Trees. That'll be cool, especially for the readers who couldn't afford to pick up one of the limiteds. Another book should follow soon after that, but I'm not sure. We'll have to wait and see.

The second reason I haven't posted here in a while is because I started a new blog and have been there more than here. The new one is not at all writing related though, and so, I won't be sharing it with you guys. It's more about my activist work and because I tend to get harrassed for those things, I'd rather just keep it away from the writing gig. I don't need some asshole fucking with something that has nothing to do with the issues I fight for and against.

Anyway, I hope the second half of the year is more eventful than the first half has been. I definitely need to get some new work out there before everyone forgets me completely.

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Ohhhhh, baby!

Isn't it funny that some people consider me a "real" writer? Like, I get paid and everything. What a crazy hoax I have managed to pull off. I wonder when they will all discover what an imposter I really am, that my work is just so much silliness scratched into wet sand with a soggy stick.

Won't they be surprised?

No sleep again. Total delirium. Two days now.

I forget what else I was going to say...

When the Foam Solidifies

Trust me, you don't want that to happen.

Spring break is over and it's back to work.

Who wants to stay up all night with me?

Let's Be Bored Together

There is a wind storm going on right now. I'm wondering if we'll lose power. Also wondering if I should have more coffee.

I've decided that I probably have to stop drinking because of the meds I'm on. Even just a few beers makes me violently ill now. The other night I went out and shared a couple pitchers with a friend and thought I would die afterwards. I even passed out, waking up with hallucinations a little while later. Bad mojo for sure. Really sucks but this has been happening for a while. Unless I get off the med...

So, another pointless journal entry from the queen of pointlessness. There is a rabid raccoon in my ear.

gah!!!

Editors! Nag, nag, nag. Then, when they get what they want,-nothing. Dead silence. Some of them treat you like a one-night-stand they are ashamed they ever had. I understand being busy-I really do. But come the fuck on. Months go by. And the kicker is, most of them are also writers, so they KNOW they are treating you like shit. It's just so rude. And I'm sure I'm the bitch for complaining about it, but that's okay. It's a role I'm getting used to playing.

Seriously though. I only have so much patience. "All I'm asking for-is a little repect."

Okay. I feel better now. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

BUT I DON'T WANNA!!!!

Can you hear me whining/screaming that from wherever you are in the world? If not, that's pretty surprising.

I'm editing a book (my own) which is never fun. Making the changes that an editor has requested isn't the problem though. It's the fact that, if I'm working on a book I haven't read for a while, then I want to change EVERYTHING. I can't believe I wrote such crap. Must make it prettier, nicer, more gory, less gory, italics or no italics? What was I thinking!!!???

Yeah, that's my job. If you want to trade, I'm open to discussing it.

Here's something off the subject:

I wonder how guys feel about being called "son" by other guys-particularly ones who are not their fathers or grandfathers. I think that would annoy me. As in, "Put down the weapon, son." Or "Did you know you have a tail light out, son?" Or "TV will make you puke green chunks, son."

You get the idea.

That would drive me crazy. I think the female equivelant is "young lady," which I can't stand. It's so condescending. The last person to call me young lady was yelling at me and as a result I replied with "old man." It wasn't that long ago either. Maybe a few years. The guy is a serious asshole. Not a funny one. A SERIOUS one.

I'm just rambling in an attempt to avoid work. Did I mention I don't wanna?

Severe Rope Burn & Death

That's what's been happening with me lately. I was out walking my dog and she decided to run AT a car that was also running AT her. The leash locked in a weird way, so I grabbed at the rope part and then three of my fingers were practically smoking. The chucks taken out of two of them-well, let's just say the rope actually cauterized the wounds, it was moving so fast. Not sure if that's common or not, but it's the first time it ever happened to me. The whole time this was going on, I managed to continue having a conversation with one of my neighbors.

We were talking about another neighbor-a guy who I've shared a wall with for the last seven years and who had committed suicide the day before. No one really knows why he did it. His sandals are still sitting out on his back steps-his various gardening tools. I can look up at the window of his spare bedroom at night and see that his computer is still on, the monitor glowing just like always. All these little things. I think about him being on the other side of my wall, first desperate, then dying, then dead. And I was just going along like always, without a clue.

He was happy and cheerful all the time. Or, at least, he pretended he was. He certainly had me fooled.

I hope they're playing disco for him, wherever his is. He loved ABBA and had the license plate to prove it.

Oh, yeah. The dog is fine.