Just a quick post to say that I've been in the dark place where it gets hard to breathe. Yes, work. There will be more Madison. What am I reading? Lives of the Artists by Calvin Tomkins. Oh, don't get me started! I made it through Hirst and Schnabel without choking anyone. Next up: Koons. Can she do it. . . survive the trifecta of overheated egos, the Everest of excess? Still sawing away at the Turtledove too. It's not bad. There's nothing offensive in it. But I forget that I'm reading it. That's a bad sign for one of us, me or Harry.
The plasma shield is still firmly in place over my inbox--no incoming rejections. I have one coming from an actual publisher, submitted on actual paper. Those rejections are worst somehow. Maybe it's the object quality.
I wish I had more to blather about today. Until I get those rejections or read a book I really like. I've almost forgotten what that feels like.
--K
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I always used to wish rejections came on rolling paper, so then there would be some upside to them.
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about taking up smoking. I had three messages in the hermetically sealed in box today, none what I was looking for. Where are these people? I need to relax. Maybe a new vice. Though don't anyone suggest Russell Brand. Is he a vice or just a really bad compulsion?
ReplyDeleteYes, but when you opened the box, did a cat die somewhere, or was it unobserved?
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