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I'm starting to think I should start a daily posting of Best Spam Headline of the Day. While it's only the first hour of the morning, I would nominate: Boost your penis size overnight pistachio. I think there maybe should have been a comma after the word "overnight", so as to insult the reader into investing in penis enlargement. And why pistachio? That's a new one for me, in the "how to insult someone's manhoood" category.
Today I'm wearing my lucky baseball cap and corduroy pants and listening to Steely Dan. I wonder if Mintwaster will still want to have lunch with me and if Drinkasyourpour will still want to have dinner. It's a livejournal meal bonanza! I could have had breakfast with Dommeyourass if she hadn't been sleeping, but like Meat Loaf said, two out of three ain't bad.
Chuck Palahniuk's novel Lullaby is coming out in paperback two months early, which means next Tuesday. This excites me.
Last night I wrote my grad school essay, which will need some tailoring and revision of course, but a good start nonetheless. Then I sat down and read my novel with no pencil in hand -- I decided to take a break from revising and just read the damn thing, in part to help me select which 25 pages I will submit. It was....humbling. Not necessarily in a bad way. I did start to feel deflated for a bit, though I'm lucky to have Lowenstein around to encourage me and temper my cynicism with some realism. I've been feeling pretty cocky and confident in this application process, in part because it's a good motivator and helps me push the energy forward. Besides, who wants to read the application of someone who doesn't think they belong at their school? Last night I had a moment where I worried that I crossed that fine line from confidence over into the realm of self-indulgent, which is sort of one of my greatest fears as a writer and artist. But let's be real -- maybe it's a little too early for me to be self-indulgent. Maybe in ten years when I've become this critics' darling who mass produces egotistical regurgitation in the hopes of bestseller status, than we can talk.
Even though I know music heavily influences my writing, if I ever decide to put out a book solely for the purpose of writing about my favorite songs with an accompanying CD, someone please hit me.
Today I'm wearing my lucky baseball cap and corduroy pants and listening to Steely Dan. I wonder if Mintwaster will still want to have lunch with me and if Drinkasyourpour will still want to have dinner. It's a livejournal meal bonanza! I could have had breakfast with Dommeyourass if she hadn't been sleeping, but like Meat Loaf said, two out of three ain't bad.
Chuck Palahniuk's novel Lullaby is coming out in paperback two months early, which means next Tuesday. This excites me.
Last night I wrote my grad school essay, which will need some tailoring and revision of course, but a good start nonetheless. Then I sat down and read my novel with no pencil in hand -- I decided to take a break from revising and just read the damn thing, in part to help me select which 25 pages I will submit. It was....humbling. Not necessarily in a bad way. I did start to feel deflated for a bit, though I'm lucky to have Lowenstein around to encourage me and temper my cynicism with some realism. I've been feeling pretty cocky and confident in this application process, in part because it's a good motivator and helps me push the energy forward. Besides, who wants to read the application of someone who doesn't think they belong at their school? Last night I had a moment where I worried that I crossed that fine line from confidence over into the realm of self-indulgent, which is sort of one of my greatest fears as a writer and artist. But let's be real -- maybe it's a little too early for me to be self-indulgent. Maybe in ten years when I've become this critics' darling who mass produces egotistical regurgitation in the hopes of bestseller status, than we can talk.
Even though I know music heavily influences my writing, if I ever decide to put out a book solely for the purpose of writing about my favorite songs with an accompanying CD, someone please hit me.
