Morning again, here on the Other Side, in 2007. Listening to Squid and Seymour's mixed CD and enjoying it very much. Have to ask for a playlist since I lost mine.
Dream after dream about a boy who was trapped somewhere, about to use his knowledge to get out. It was nerve-wracking but also heroic, and a good story.
Woke up after that sure that my bipolar diary must be too much of a bummer to ever even try to publish. But then, after a full cup of coffee and putting my feet up underneath Lucy the Computer, I feel better about it. It's not all moping, just part of it.
Occurs to me that every season the stores require a brand-new bunch of books, so new books must be written, right? this is a simple thought but an encouraging one. Today I think I'll transfer all my stuff over from my old laptop. My old lapdog.
I called pdoc and told him I simply couldn't make it up there this morning. Too tired. Makes my Tuesday too intense, as you know. He'll call, I hope.
That's brilliant, Jo.
Posted by: pam | January 02, 2007 at 09:10 AM
Thanks, but which part? Telling pdoc I can't make it? I'm all anxious that he'll get to his office this morning and be kind of upset. Who the hell knows.
Posted by: Jo | January 02, 2007 at 09:22 AM
no, the new crop of books thing, which she stole and scrined (with attribution) and a good thing,too, or i would have. we used to say that when i was working in publishing 20 years ago, if they only realized that we're dying for material here. all those zillions of unpublished manuscripts you hear about flying in over the transom? the thing is, most of them are unpublishable, by illiterates. which you aren't. there is a need for a steady stream of marketable books. feed the stream.
Posted by: e | January 02, 2007 at 03:39 PM