I came back to check on my livejournal for responses, and my heart leapt from my chest and landed (oh, happy coincidence) in a large cooler of ice which happened to be nearby, although why I can not currently recall. This is neither here nor there. What is both here and there is this: your reply to my Chance Encounter II posting of Fri., Jan. ( Read more... )

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You: Sobbing uncontrollably on the side of I-75; pink dress, streaky blonde hair (a dye job, but a good one, at least from a distance); VW Rabbit w/ open hood; lots of smoke coming from car. Me: Devastatingly handsome Author in quaint late '80's Toyota Corolla. I didn't stop, but I slowed down significantly. Need a shoulder to cry on?

You: Blonde claiming to be from Ohio who tied three maraschino cherry stems with your tongue in under three minutes at a bar downtown. Me: Petulant but sensitive-looking writer at the other end of the bar who witnessed your feat and told you you were "very talented." Shall we continue this conversation in a more comfortable location?

The uc "J" in LiveJournal is called a "midcap."

(1) Do not begin LiveJournal after 4:00 AM while heavily caffeinated. Why, you ask? First entry will be incoherent and depressing, second entry incoherent and absurd. Third entry will, as a result, be apology/apologia for first two entries ( Read more... )

Recent note from editor ( Read more... )

Journal of a cliche: My novel goes poorly. I am listening to "Sea Change." Annabel is asleep somewhere on the other side of this city. It is 4:45 on a Wednesday.

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