this went around tumblr this morning and i thought i would like to keep it for posterity. (click on the picture to learn more.) if you change the rabbit to two attentive cats it rings very true. especially the bit about lying awake, waiting for the rejections, counting cats.
posters have been made. along with posters of other good ones. i am especially fond of murakami bingo.
i think it’s time for me to start reading fiction again. i feel as if i am straining at what little technique i know. i need to start reading more period. i fell out of my nighttime reading habit and twenty minutes on the train to and fro isn’t enough. i’ve got lots of research, still. and now the fiction need.
though i am disheartened that goodreads has gotten into bed with amazon. i have neglected my librarything account but i think it’s time to turn back to it once more. i have a dislike of amazon and a dislike of mergers and a fantasy of having a publisher who works out of a small manhattan office, chainsmoking and surrounded by old books, who can quote things i should have already read, who has surprisingly good taste in food and wine for someone who has obliterated their tastebuds with years of chemically-treated tobacco. we go to some dirty hole-in-the-wall and flick aside the roaches (i’m from new york, i know about roaches) and eat something that tastes close to manna while we talk about what’s working or not working in my book and then we talk about books and books and books, all throughout history, and when we go back she (it’s always some tall, older she, with severe hair and a razorsharp mind) gives me something 18th century and still freakin’ uncut to take home, along with my doggy bag, something she picked up in a market in europe but it turned out she already had a copy.
we are both covered in pet hair, which allows me to pretend we are more alike than we really are.
amazon mucks up this fantasy in more ways than i can count.