August 18, 2011
No actor parking!!
Really. We don't want your kind here.
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SO. I am alive! Hello! How are you, good looking and what have you got cooking? It probably says more about me than I care to admit that when I do not write on this here website for one week or perhaps longer I suddenly begin receiving urgent text messages, phone calls, and emails from people asking me if I am ALIVE DAMMIT. This may be a reflection of just how colorful my life is. I like to think of it that way, colorful. In psychology circles that is known as "healthy re-framing."
But I am fine and have not run off to marry Al Gore, or been kidnapped by a roaming band of Swedes, or sold my cute shoes to join a cult. I did find a great pair of jeans, though, that whole Not Your Daughter's Jeans hype is actually true. Go for a dark rinse. Mostly I am working hard to finish my book by Labor Day which is not actually at the end of September like many of us in my head thought. It is mere days away and I have many words yet to type.
Last night I had a long conversation with someone about weapons-grade tear gas because I am now at the part of the writing process known as "any old thing could happen, let's get this piece of work DONE, even if it means we tear gas some people. Maybe there are clowns."
There have been some fun adventures, and since I don't want another phone call from my Dad asking if I have expatriated to Argentina I will start posting pictures tomorrow of all my adventures from the past two weeks including the Devo concert and a fun day yesterday with Bonnie and a night of amateur stand-up comedy in the Valley with Neil (we were in the audience, not performing, as if! Also people did more book readings than acts, but what do I know?) after which he called me a snob but then bought me coffee. Friends! And also this weekend I will type up the whole long list of everything I have been meaning to tell you including how I managed to change my life in a day as ya'll know I enjoy doing every now and then. It will be very helpy.
But now, back to tear gas and clowns! And maybe there should be a steamy sex scene. That's more fun to write than a car chase.
Posted by laurie at August 18, 2011 9:37 AM