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[mallorys_camera]

Plumb out of serial killer novels so I had to forage around through Max's bookshelves to find something to read. Ended up with Live From New York, the self-billed "uncensored" history of Saturday Night Live. One of those composite biography dealies. I can just hear the agent pitching Little, Brown & Company – "Hey, it worked for Edie." And it is a pretty entertaining read for the first hundred pages or so. Show biz is glamour and glamour, as every Faerie Queen fan knows, is a pale and sickly light. But by page 101, show biz begins to get boring. Of course, by then you've already shelled out your twenty-five bucks for the book. Writers could save themselves a lot of sweat and heartbreak if they only they realized nothing matters after that first 30,000 words.

What's even more interesting than the show biz is the various shifts and power plays among this relatively small group of people. Belushi hates Chevy Chase but as soon as Chevy Chase goes off to pursue a career in mediocre movies and Percocet consumption, Belushi becomes Chevy Chase. This is what makes reading about every closed system of humans – from Bloomsbury through the Warhol gang to the WELL – so fascinating. They're always crash courses in tribalism.

Thick grey cloud cover this morning here on the quaint and scenic Central Coast. Max and Nathan have just set forth on an ice cream-eating contest. I made them take Robin. "You need a judge, a fair and impartial witness –"

"I get to make the rules," Robin piped in. "It has to be flavors of ice cream you don't like otherwise it's too easy –"

Milo is whining to go to the beach. I'd like to put him off until the sun comes out. The beach is mildly creepy on grey mornings; you notice all the dead things that wash up on the shore. Jellyfish are not big on tribalism.

My office is four inches deep in Things I Should Have Done Last Week. Bills to pay, finances to organize, play books to throw together. JDK leaves a message from Novato – "I don't want you to be constrained by that radio ad sales guy. I want you to kick his ass!" I am flavor of the week in the Ice Cream-Eating Contest of the Gods!

I feel as though I could sleep for a hundred years. But there's no one around I'd feel like kissing when the time came to wake up.

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[errantpenny.livejournal.com]

I feel as though I could sleep for a hundred years. But there's no one around I'd feel like kissing when the time came to wake up.

Oh, lovely and true. There's my usual state of being in one sentence.

[errantpenny.livejournal.com]

Oops, make that two sentences. :)

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

What a nice thing for you to say. Thank you!

[errantpenny.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome.

I've been reading back through your journal. I think you're an amazing writer, with a distinctive style, and a genius. OK, maybe you're just extremely smart, but I get a definite sense of a hard-working, high-performing brain when I'm reading your posts.

I just hope that my writing doesn't make you cringe.

[lethe1]

I feel as though I could sleep for a hundred years. But there's no one around I'd feel like kissing when the time came to wake up.

But in a hundred years' time perhaps there will be, who knows?

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

You're such an optimist! (Glad you're feeling better after yr cold...)

[lethe1]

Thank you!