Day in the Life of an Idiot

It finally happened. I dreamt I was Captain America. My GOD I was disappointed when I woke up this morning. Don't you hate when that happens in dreams?  I was SO agile, so strong, so... ripped.  This morning what do I get?  A dumpy lesbian mom.  It's just not fair.  I finally figure out what I want to be when I grow up, and he's a ficitious superhero.  I mean, come on, I could take the super-soldier formula, couldn't I?  I'd even wear tights.

*sigh*

Speaking of disappointments, I had my reading at Nina's last night.  I knew it was going to be a disaster the instant I walked in and heard the organizers of the event freaking out over the fact that there was no microphone and that no one at the venue seemed to know anything about the event.  In a weird way, however, the chaos relaxed me.  I'd been getting a bit nervous about the reading because, well, Nina's isn't my usual scene and the National Writers Union types are notoriously leary of genre writers (we're suspect of selling out to The Man for big bucks -- if only they knew.)  I didn't end up reading any of Emily because my printer died -- actually it died the day before Tate's 400 + page manuscript was due in New York.  Shawn has since purchased another one -- it's huge and will copy AND fax -- but since we averted the manuscript crisis by using Kinkos to print a .pdf of Romancing, we've been lazy and haven't hooked it up yet.  So, I brought a copy of Dead Sexy with the thought that I'd either read the zombie bit or all of the first chapter depending on how comfortable I was (or how much I thought the others squandered their time.)

There room wasn't particularly set up for a reading, either.  Mostly very disgrunteled looking patrons, who looked to me like they'd rather be working on their OWN novels without interuption, stared balefully at us.  We went in alphabetical order, which put me in the middle-end.  I went second to last.  After listening to the poet read about spousal abuse, I thought, "I think I'll just read the zombie bit.  It's funny and fast."  I went up and stumbled through my bits, and sat down.  I didn't get any laughs (which is kind of unusual,) but I think those who might have been interested were suffering whiplash after going from such seriousness to zombies buying copies of Voodoo for Dummies.

At least I was able to defeat evil with grace and panache in my dreams.

*sigh*

 Oh, but if YOU want to hear me read "Emily," I made a recording of it here: Emily Podcast.  The quality is pretty poor, but I'm still learning all this stuff.  Feel free to give me advice for improvement.