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LOL

I need to stop with the LOL. It's starting to sound way forced.

At least here in Pigalle we don't have to stare in horror at our mistakes before they are published.

Yes, I used to finish all my books after a week or two of sleep deprivation, then staying up all day and night drinking caffeine and by the time I finished I'd be so wired I couldn't sleep no matter what.

Amazingly my last two books I didn't do that.

Pigalle is forgiving that way. And hey, I was just trying to entertain you with the fluff. Sorry if it was a little TOO entertaining.

Were they better? Hmmm. I think everything I write is utter and complete garbage, so I'm probably not the person to ask.

But my editor was pretty complimentary (which is rare) on the first one I wrote without extreme sleep deprivation, and yeah, it's probably better for my having been well rested. it comes out in March. We shall see. Or not. I haven't gotten her feedback on the other one yet. but will soon.

I never look at the top when I'm posting. I actually think that's kind of an odd word. It makes me picture wee little sharp pointy things.

"You ARE the person to ask"

I'm the person to ask what?

I had no idea there were symposiums on trash culture. How interesting. Why was I not invited? :-P

Oh I just meant that I am a mostly un-talented writer. Not anything else by the garbage comment. Yes, I have to know whatever there is to know to write novels.

Ah, of course, anything called a "symposium" would have to take place on a university campus.

Well thanks but it's one thing to be able to write a few sentences, quite another to construct a whole book. It's weird I feel compelled to write novels but part of me wishes no one would read them. Isn't that WEIRD?

Noooooo. I was joking. I do not want to be invited. There are plenty of popular fiction writers in that area, who are not me.

But let's don't talk about ME!

Okay, so it's not weird. OR maybe mutual weirdness, which is cool.

Don't fuck with me.

Heh.

No, really, I doubt you could piss me off.

But that is NOT a dare!

Nothing to be curious about. I don't know what what wrong with me yesterday really. I just felt a lot of bottled up tension for no good reason.

But what? The less I know a person, the nicer I try to be. Isn't everyone that way?

Okay, so...be ruthless.

You're fading fast aren't you?

Go get some sleep!

I'm about to draw the red curtains...

Okay, my last comment was beyond stupid.

And RE fading fast, I just sense it. It isn't any one comment.

HUh? I didn't notice you misunderstand anything. Look now we're misunderstanding our misunderstandings.

And I have measured out my life with coffee spoons!

Good night, poet laureate.

Huh?

What was the power of suggestion?

He's not going to help you now...

Oh, okay. But seriously. Go to bed. Ciao. :-) No really! Ciao!

What has gotten into me? I"m too tired to think of a good answer for that. Night.

Yes Pigalle is a welcoming and cozy place now. Many of the pickpockets are gone, but the sleaze remains.

The buttcrack of dawn: when my daughter stands up in her crib and yells "The suns is up! The suns is up!"

Hi newsfreak!

I thought Prufrock might inspire you in the house hunting process.

Light particles. I've got an answer for that one.

Sorry your house hunting has hit snags.

Have a good day. I'm off to make breakfast and stuff.

Yes, now that we're calling it Pigalle, this place makes a nice little thread. I'm thinking Prick is the new Huh.

I'll be around this afternoon/evening, but tomorrow we're taking off on our trip (a day delayed) and will be gone all weekend. I'm past due to bust outta this joint (my house, I mean) and go see some actual civilization. If San Diego can be called that. Need to go feel the wind in my hair, the bugs hitting the windshield, the toddler kicking my seat... It'll be like that trip through the desert in Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, only without the drugs.

Still, the void is mocking me, and I must go fill it with some words. Later my peeps.