Tuesday, June 30, 2009

in the words of a follower: t-wat?

Faithful readers! I stand before you (and/or sit, slouched over my laptop and the stack of pillows it's propped on in my bed) the victim of sinuous, relentless peer pressure:

I made an account on Twitter.

ALAS, ALACK. Make my dark seduction worthwhile -- be sure I have not succumbed for naught. Readers, follow me.

Monday, June 29, 2009

a different form of awesomancy

So, usually I'm an Editor. I capitalize that because I have no editor telling me that it's silly and I shouldn't, and 'cause I'm trying to make a point here, Dickinson-style. When I was a kid, I read My Teacher Is an Alien and The Hobbit and I decided that wanted to be a writer. I wrote daily, continually, from second grade through a year or two out of college -- daily diary enteries, (bad) poems, (worse) stories & scripts, essays, blog enteries, and etc. I was in journalism through middle & high school, and then, when I realized that I hate journalism, I took 8 creative writing workshops in my 4 years at the University of Florida. All of which taught me that I enjoy editing far more than I enjoy writing.

I still write! Obviously, hi. I've got this blog, a couple personal & private ones, a notebook in my bedside stand and another that always lives in my purse. But I in no way consider myself a Writer. When I talk with friends about this, they make noises about how ohnono I'm quite good at writing, I could do it if I wanted, I should [implied: gather up my balls and] try more/harder. And hey, maybe I should... there's still a tiny monkey of hope inside me who wants to run around with leather jackets and sunglasses and crazy hair, being a literary rockstar. But, kids, writing is hard. It requires ideas and self-esteem and follow-through, all of which are weak points of mine and none of which are gonna be strengthened without a lifetime-worth of mental workouts.

So, as I said, usually I'm an Editor. It's all the skill of writing, and all the payoff of seeing good work hit print, without all those parts that I'm still working on. And I love editing. My really good days are the ones where I get to edit medical articles for seven hours and then take breaks and go home to edit fiction or scripts. But I sometimes I practice at being a writer -- here, in my notebooks and personal blogs, and, for the next two weeks, on Burrito Blade. Adam & I switched roles for six pages to see whether our dance would still work with me leading, and although it was odd working in someone else's universe, I'm fairly proud of the result.

If you'd like to read from the beginning you can start here, or if you'd prefer, you can read the following summary for the lackadaisical and then go straight to my first page as the writer: A couple of gods are battling for the fate of humanity in NYC using food-based magic, and have dragged a couple of humans into the havoc. And a building just collapsed on our protagonists.

I hope you like the result, too! Huge thanks to Renato for turning my rambling narrations into such pretty pictures. And oh hey, to Adam for being just as rad an editbuddy as he is a writebuddy. Lemme know what you think?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

one lovely blog award & awarding

Hello, neglected blog readers! I hope you've been doing well in the HOW AND WHY DID I GO A WHOLE MONTH WITHOUT UPDATING WHEN I HAD SO MANY CRUMBLES TO SHARE WITH YOU?


I have been busy a) being crazy and b) making tree-candy into more fattening forms of dessert. Probably more of the former overall, though I recommend doing more of the latter.

Upon my glorious long-awaited eagerly foretold quiet, slinking return to the Internets, I realized that the wonderful and almost irritatingly motivated Tina of Miss(ing) Shakespeare had given me an award (my very first!) in my absence! Thank you, Tina! See how shiny?!

Maybe I should disappear for weeks on end more often?

ANYway, I'm supposed to pass on the award to 15 other new-shiny bloggers! You may cleverly notice that 15 is more than 3, but I'm all out of maths for the day, so you can take my (lack of) ability to count up with me tomorrow.

A few of my Texas friends who are entirely too productive have started blogging their culinary adventures, which are so unfortunately all in Texas and not in my belly. They're over at 28-oz. Wine Glass, and they should figure out how to fax me foods.

My ladyfriend Juliana is a singer/songwriter, and sometimes she blogs about her musical adventures and creative process over at Write, Play, Repeat.

Also, my friend Shemika is hilarious and I never see her anymore, which we should really work on changing, but she blogs her (mis)adventures in dating & etc. over at Just Shemika.

But, yes, deserving of awards, the lot of you! If I could give you all actual roses in actual teacups -- erm, I'm not sure I would because there's probably a lot of other gifts I'd think of first, but I'm sure it'd be very nice? You all have One Lovely Blog.