Starving Artist Eats A Coke Float And Thus Gives The Lie To His Words
Idioms in other languages. My very favorites: Cheyenne:My tapeworm can almost talk by itself = my stomach is growling. Honorable mention for French: I have other cats to whip! = I have other fish to fry! - I have other things to do
Also, a 111-year old veteran of World War I died in England today, and Radiohead wrote a song about it. I was very touched when he talked about going to Germany to meet the oldest survivor from the other side.
I am sad to be missing Worldcon. Mostly because at Worldcon 2006 I stared at George R.R. Martin from across the room at a party, thinking I should really go talk to him, I'm sure he just wants to shoot the sh*t like anyone else, I should talk to him... This time, I would definitely go right up to him and say, "Where's the next book already?"
Oh, and "What was your relationship with your siblings like?"
After a full week of ze Frenchman and almost no movement on the writing, I sat down and cranked 4000 words on Monday, and around 3500 yesterday. Take that, Frenchman. Today, I made 2500, scattered among different projects. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm working on a story for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
jennifer_brozek 's anthology abouot alien urban legends, and I was pretty lost until I started thinking about the California Aqueduct, over by my house in Lancaster, CA.
We used to go up to that thing all the time, crawling through the drainage tunnels underneath it and always threatening to swim in it (there were tons of stories about people drowning in the aqueduct). It was such a weird place, all elevated high above the rest of the town, like this permanent reminder that people were never really meant to live in the Mojave Desert.Anyway, it turns out that musing on the aqueduct makes a story. Let's hope Jen likes it as much as I do.
Also, a 111-year old veteran of World War I died in England today, and Radiohead wrote a song about it. I was very touched when he talked about going to Germany to meet the oldest survivor from the other side.
I am sad to be missing Worldcon. Mostly because at Worldcon 2006 I stared at George R.R. Martin from across the room at a party, thinking I should really go talk to him, I'm sure he just wants to shoot the sh*t like anyone else, I should talk to him... This time, I would definitely go right up to him and say, "Where's the next book already?"
Oh, and "What was your relationship with your siblings like?"
After a full week of ze Frenchman and almost no movement on the writing, I sat down and cranked 4000 words on Monday, and around 3500 yesterday. Take that, Frenchman. Today, I made 2500, scattered among different projects. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm working on a story for
jennifer_brozek 's anthology abouot alien urban legends, and I was pretty lost until I started thinking about the California Aqueduct, over by my house in Lancaster, CA.We used to go up to that thing all the time, crawling through the drainage tunnels underneath it and always threatening to swim in it (there were tons of stories about people drowning in the aqueduct). It was such a weird place, all elevated high above the rest of the town, like this permanent reminder that people were never really meant to live in the Mojave Desert.Anyway, it turns out that musing on the aqueduct makes a story. Let's hope Jen likes it as much as I do.
posted by Spencer Ellsworth at 7:14 AM
2 Comments:
Major props for all ze words!
But I hope you wouldn't really say that to George R. R. Martin. I feel like it's kind of the same thing as telling a pregnant woman that she's SO HUGE and must be ready to pop any second, and then she's all, "I'm 6 months along." Telling her she's huge 1) makes her feel like crap, and 2) doesn't make her give birth any faster. Probably much like an author.
I haven't written anything this week. I blame your Frenchman, just because. And now I want some French toast. French toast! A toast to your French. I miss Bellingham.
PS - I bet that crack about sibling relationships is you telling me I'm bossy. I'm not sure how, but I bet it is.
When I'm rich I'm going to give you less money, just for that. You will only be able to buy a small vacation cottage in France, instead of the mansion you would have been able to get before. YOU JUST SCREWED YOURSELF, MISTER.
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