Superinky Fixations

Look at me! At did it!!! I wrote a book!!!

I can blog again. Finally.

I’m so exhausted mentally.

Oh, but I am proud of myself. I actually thought I was going to cry when I finally submitted my novel and they did the final word count and suddenly a screen popped up that said I’d won and well, damn it, did it ever feel like an accomplishment.

Now, if you REALLY want to read my book. If you really, really want to read it, I would consider posting excerpts on my blog, but people, you’ve really got to want it. Because it’s mostly shite. I mean, c’mon! 50,000 in 30 days? (Actually, 50, 264).

The plot is all over the place, and I’m not sure it’s readable.

                                       
    That’s me! I wrote a book!!

I’m still feeling so weird about the performance art bretty & I tripped upon the other night. For god’s sake, all we were trying to do was see Dame Darcy and her band, Death by Doll. Instead, we missed her completely, except for her cameo in one of the performance art pieces.

Who is Lisa Suckdog? Why must she, in an effort to illustrate her memoirs on stage, have audience members pee on the actors? I mean, that’s cool. Really, I mean, really, it’s cool with me. I understand she’s an artist and artist’s, they gotta do what they gotta do.

I just wanted to see some live music! It took me off guard. Women peeing on stage, traipsing around nude kissing the audience after the show. It was all very punk and I felt so uncool.

So I’m writing this book, right? It’s turning out to be subversive and controversial. What a surprise! I knew if I were to write something, it would be something disturbing. It’s way hard! I’m just over half way through. It’s going to be 50,000 words. It’s day 16 and I’m right on track: 26,782 words so far. CRAP. I didn’t know I had it in me. So far it’s 42 pages long. It’s jumping all over the place and it’s pretty much sheer shite.

Oh, but I’m so glad I’m trying. It’s kind of amazing what comes out, what comes up. It’s draining emotionally and obviously mentally because I’ve haven’t blogged in a week. I’m a wee bit uncomfortable with the subject matter, but I figure it’ll make for some good fiction. Ok, ok, if you must know, here’s the basic premise: 36 year old woman (wow, where did I come up with that?) that decides to… oh… I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing.

Lelo & Adri - thanks SO MUCH for dinner!! I love you two! I’m so loving the Ice Castles sheet music. Please come over soon and we’ll play duets.

peace.

OK, I do think Devendra Banhart cast a spell on me, or he’s got some crazy mojo that makes me listen to his songs over and over and OVER again and just think I like them. I’m sorry, but the man’s a freaking genius, or the closest thing there is to one. So I bought Nino Rijo last year and I developed this sort of infatuation with him, but now it’s… it’s different. His songs are more than brilliant; they are REVOLUTIONARY. I don’t even know what song to give you tonight.

Cripple Crow is so pretty, and I hope you have the ability to give it a listen. WOW.  But there are so many, many more. There is something so timeless and magical about his voice; it’s like he could be 200 years old, or, like he is in reality, born in 1981 (hello! I was almost completely grown up by 1981.. well, at least I think that was the year I became a "woman"), which, by the way, makes me respect him even more for THE GENIUS HE IS!! He has something like 4 or 5 albums full of these gorgeous songs, so there’s really no going wrong with whatever album you may decide to pick up. I’m rooting for Cripple Crow, just because Now That I Know is my personal favorite song at the moment, and I know I gave it to you the other day, but it’s just so freaking beautiful, I’d thought I’d give you another chance to hear it…

If you’ve ever read my blog before, you might have an idea about my feelings around Anton Newcombe and his imprint upon the musical landscape of my world. And no, I’m not saying that one is better than the other, the are most remarkably different. But please, please know that I am officially in love with Devendra Banhart, even though I’m not sure what he looks like, except for having a big huge bushy black beard. But I like beards. They are so manly. Plus, he likes to sing songs in different languages and they’re kind of quirky, too.  It’s neato. ANYWAY…HE IS A MASTER OF SONG.

So, thank you torrentreactor.net for most graciously allowing me to download Cripple Crow, because it totally freaking rocks my world, oh, and by the way, so does Rejoicing in the Hands cuz, like, they rule, yo? But, don’t get too attached to the torrent site, cuz, it, like, totally tried to install spy-ware on my computer and that shit don’t fly, k?

GOOD GOD, it’s as if nothing else is going on in my life! I’m writing a novel, thank you very much, inspired byNaNoWriMo, but hey, I already mentioned that last week. I’m around 12,000 words, and the goal is 50,000, so I’m right on track if one is to go by the 1,667 words per day x 30 days scenario. It’s basically this semi-autobiographical tale of a young woman going through her childhood into young adulthood. FUCK it’s so bogus I can’t even begin to explain! But damnit if it isn’t thoroughly therapeutic to spew out drivel by the paragraph. I can’t believe the things I’m writing. I’m thinking about shit that I don’t think I thought about until, well, the precise moment it happened. It’s a little emotional, but not traumatic, so I advocate that everyone write a novel in 30 days, no matter what.

Work is… status quo. It’s neither good nor bad. Well, ok, let’s be honest, it’s more on the side of sucky than fun, but it’s a paycheck and it’s only a matter of time before I leave that hellhole.

And JEEZ, we’ve been going through our cds this weekend to sort what we want, rip the music we want to keep and sell all the rest (hello? who bought freaking Creed? I swear to God it wasn’t me. I swear.). I found I had the entire catalog of Cocteau Twins, for which I was quite proud, going back to 1986, plus I found every single P.J. Harvey cd since her four track demos. Oh yeah, and Mikey, I’m going to sell the Red House Painters, but I ripped them, so, damnit, just take it off my paycheck, k, and I’ll burn you a copy. I’m sick of dragging their sad, slow whiny asses around.

So here’s to music that makes you feel groovy and writing crappy novels. Cheers!

Ok, so today I had a mini-heart attack, but in a good way.

As you may or may not know, I like this band, right? They’re called Brian Jonestown Massacre (you may have heard me mention their name once or twice).

And you also may know that I’m a big fan of myspace (except for the 16 year olds that insist on contacting me, hoping, I’m afraid, for some sort of Mrs. Robinson/Graduate scenario, for which, by the way, they are most sadly mistaken) and follow Mr. Anton Newcombe’s blogs.

So the man blogs something like 10 times a day on a slow day. I admit that I pretty much just glance through the entries and relish the moments when someone dare disagree with him vehemently and then he explodes into a tirade unlike anything I’ve seen on the web. It’s good entertainment. Plus, really, truth be told, he’s always citing articles from legitimate sources and, well, let’s just say that I’m pretty much on the same page with the man.

One of today’s blog entries caught my eye, not so much for the content, but the art work he’d posted along with it. So I thought, what the hell? I left a comment. Dude sends this out to over 9,000 people a day, what’re the odds of him even looking at the thing again? Then, a few minutes later, I saw this. Ok, just scroll to the end if you want to see the part that thrilled and nearly killed me…

HE REFERRED TO ME BY NAME PEOPLE.

He therefore, must certainly be in love with me. I hope bretty doesn’t mind. I kind of thought the guy had a thing for me as I wiped his saliva off my cheek just under 60 days ago…

Well, if nothing else, it means the guy saw my myspace page and took the time to address my question. Weee.

It’s the little things, right?

Hey, my crappy novel is clipping right along. I’m at just over 6,000 words and going strong. And by strong I mean, delving into the crappiest of crap one can possibly spew forth on paper. But I’m telling you, it’s incredibly liberating, slightly head ache inducing and thoroughly fascinating to see what kind of stuff I am actually capable of writing. I’ll keep you posted.

So, I’m totally whipped by this unstoppable passion to write a book. Isn’t that crazy? I decided to join the Nation Novel Writing Month organization and crank out a short novel in the next 30 days. It’s free and easy to sign up and there are really no rules to abide. COMPLETE Creative Freedom. This speaks to me. Crap, you should see the drivel I’ve written on so far. But hey, the whole point of it, I can really get behind: 50,000 words, 30 days. GO!

Really, what kind of coherent work can come out? Who knows. But I do know that the whole idea behind it is to just allow yourself to suck and write anything. Just keep writing. No matter what. So that’s what I’m doing. It’s day 2 and I’m right on track. Which, haters, by the way, means it’s not too late for you. You know you’ve always wanted to write a book.

Let it suck!!

I am so totally utterly absolutely blindly in love with Devendra Banhart. In fact, if you’ve got winamp or music match or real player, check this(removed) song out. It’s so heavenly and gorgeous and perfect, I almost can’t stand it. This morning I cranked it up and was like ‘bretty, you’ve got to hear this song, it’s so beautiful’ (and, bretty, I’m sorry I totally cut you off while you were talking, too… oops. Devendra has that affect on me). And as bretty was leaving this morning he says "I don’t think Devendra sings one song that isn’t beautiful".

He likes to sing about animals and strange sort of mystical things and being a child and growing old. Ahh. It’s just all awesome. I hope you’re listening to that song right now! And if you can’t for whatever reason, I hope you’ll track down his stuff, or pester me and I’ll burn you a cd.

So, haters, I know my taste is music is not always in line with the masses. I recognize that fact and I take pride in my decidedly left of center favorites. I know I probably haven’t converted any of you to Brian Jonestown Massacre and well, though it makes me sad because their music totally rules, yo! Hey, what can I say? I love what I love. And Devendra, he’s completely unlike any other. Sure, some would say the motherfucker sold out since Little Spider, oh wait, no, At the Hop, was on a beer commercial this summer, but it was a micro brew, ok? That makes it all fine… right?

Now, don’t tell bretty, but I can’t seem to find this cool ring he bought me a couple years ago; it’s got this awesome huge hematite stone and it’s surrounded by some gold on a thick silver band. Wow. It’s too cool. Yet, for some reason, I have managed to temporarily misplace it… HELP.