March 2012
“I don’t want to fall in love, especially not with George or Jon. They’ll ask me to give them parts of me. I want to keep me for myself. I don’t want to give me away.”
—In the Hands of the Goddess
February 2012
I know it's not helpful, but
It's Extra Magic Bonus Happy Leap Year Day!
Prior to this, I had no desire to do anything but sleep today. But now I’m a little tempted to round up everyone else I know who writes and go for not really dinner, more just coffee and a pastry, some nice cafe time where we sit and sip and nibble and talk about people and things and words.
Please celebrate Leap Year Day in the traditional manner by taking a writer out for dinner.
It’s been four years since many authors had a good dinner. We are waiting. Many of us have our forks or chopsticks at the ready - some of us have had them ready for days. We will repay you by drifting off while the food is being served and then suddenly scribbling something down on a scrap of paper and asking whether or not “passionate” could validly be said to rhyme with “cash in it”, then absent-mindedly drinking too much and trying to recite the whole of Clive James’s “The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered” from memory.
Feed us.
Meow.
Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice or just have a nice chat.
