Hey, it cut through my rejection issues. Changing the world ought to be simple after that shit, babe, not to worry.

Rain drabble. Just some stuff that I haven't been able to get out of my head all week.

October 2, 2002

Rain drips down my dorm room window. The windows are already rattling, but they’ve rattled during every storm this year – I picked this dorm because I love old buildings.

My friends are down the hall, online, watching the “worst-case scenario” animation of the city flooding. I told them that this one can’t do that, but didn’t even convince myself. The Weather Channel is on mute now.

The sky is an eerily pink color. “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” I leave the blinds open and the TV on, grab my teddy bear off his shelf, and try to sleep.

Hil, that is awesome. Also, very topical.

It's damned good, and vivid as well. One thing that made me blink: eerily pink colour. Something in the structure there - no idea what, but I can't shake the feeling it ought to be either an eerie pink colour, or else just eerily pink.

I may, however, be talking entirely out of my arse.

I am both made proud by and distressed by the following: I put up a gag newspaper account of the Republican response to a very stupid hypothetical accidental demise of mine in Victor's November3 lj, and apparently someone passing by, whom I don't think I know, wanted cites because he thought it was real. Proud because my Journalistic style hasn't gone completely south, and distressed because this guy wouldn't think it strange for the President to be quoted as saying "Ours is not to reason why. Stick a needle in your eye." Or maybe he just read my "lede". Anyway, bwah ha ha! And I am too good enough for AP...so yay me.(It is crossposted to my lj if anyone wants to read it.) I feel like such a genius right now. (But I also don't believe that shit. I disclaimered it too, saying if sick jokes bothered people, they'd be better served by reading something else.)

Oh. my. stars.

erika, are you kidding? This guy read it and thought it was real?

I love you, bebe. So perfect.

I'm thinking yes. Victor, was he serious? I, unlike Joe Klein before me, said "Busted." before it took on some kind of life of its own or something although part of me would have dug that up till I had to put a tag on my toe and my mom got hassled by Rush Limbaugh. You know? It appears to have the element of emotional truth..."feeling true"(or not) in the manner of many an urban legend. I'm just too fucking honest...otherwise I could parlay that into some Drudge-esque "fame". Dang. But I'd hate to have people say my name like they say Drudge's(The "Yeah, right," is silent.)

Yeah, I think John looked at it quickly, and didn't get it was satire. Which, I have to say, pretty funny.

Breakfast with Mary Jo Putney and Jo Beverley turned out great--they're both smart, funny, snarky women. JB's name for what I call "Regency Disneyland" is "PrinnyWorld." We snarked together about industry trends we dislike and they gave me some pointers on how to catch an agent or editor's attention given the current state of the market--basically to really play up the war aspect and the heroine's growth. MJP had to leave early to catch a plane, but JB and I hung out for awhile longer, and she said it sounded like I was working on some interesting stuff, and that she'd be happy to critique a few chapters of my ms if I wanted!

she'd be happy to critique a few chapters of my ms if I wanted

Wheeee! That's awesome, Susan. Glad the breakfast was so much fun.