More green,
tangentially related to my previous, I'm sure.
I am too old to be this green. People that love me try to put a spin on it, talk about my fresh perspective or the fact that I’ve not been living my life in a way that would make Fiona Apple(at least in her videos) look like a choir teacher. They say they admire my clear-eyed rut, but their smiles about their bad old days make them liars. Nobody ever wrote songs about a neat credit report, nobody sighed in the dark about vitamins. I know. I looked it up. I admit it’s a hard position to defend, “Give me more stupidity, mess, and mistakes.” But it ain’t easy, after all. Being. Green.
I admit it’s a hard position to defend, “Give me more stupidity, mess, and mistakes.” But it ain’t easy, after all. Being. Green.
Nodding furiously. Because my Bad Old Days have been eating my head for the past thirty years, and if anyone tried to take one moment of them away from me, I'd rip their head off and spit down their neck.
So no, not easy.
When I was going through a really rough time in college, complete with the world's worst boyfriend, my mother confided in a friend that she wished she could just take away all my pain. The friend said something like, "Don't do that. You wouldn't steal her joy."
high-fives self
pours prosecco, adds white peach pulp, stirs
I finished While My Guitar Gently Weeps!
Woohoo, Deb!
ION, a statement just went out from what AFAICT is the entire RWA board except its current president apologizing and deploring what happened with the awards ceremony. Incidentally, the president also appointed herself the board liaison to the awards ceremony committee--and repeatedly assured the board that everything was going according to plan in accordance with the innocuous theme they'd been given.
(The president issued a statement, too, of the "mistakes were made" variety.)
Heh. Susan, I heard about the Statement By The President Whose Brain Apparently Jingles When She Walks elsewhere.
What a ninnyhammer.
Nic is reading the epilogue for WMGGW even as we speak, and then I'm sending it. Dayum.
Then a day to breathe. Then I need to do a bit of research - not too much, most of it's done - and hopefully I can grind my way through "Cruel Sister" and give Penny and Ringan a superb send-off.
When everyone but the president signs a statement, that's essentially a board mutiny, I'd say.
A question re: copyright.
A few years back, I did a series for my company newsletter that was a Sam Spade type spoof featuring a librarian. I found it recently, and it doesn't suck. The company newsletter was put together by one of the supervisors, then Xeroxed off and handed around. I have no idea if it ever left the building. Question: Does that count as first publication? I'm thinking it might be fun to try and get the thing printed in one of the library journals.
Secondly: The hero's name is the same as a previous incarnation of the company (Marc Link, Marc from MARC Formatting rules for libraries). It's a great Sam Spadeish name, and I'd check with the boss to see if he minded seeing an old company name appearing in a story in a national magazine. Does it seem like a bad idea to keep that name or should I find something else? Marc Twain is too obvious.
