Drive-By Posting
My Friday post on writing is up. It’s about the “permission” to create bad art. *grin*
Since I’m deep into Weasel Boy and still on that same flat diet (just slide a pizza under the door, thanks, I’ll stagger around to eating it when I’m about to starve and go right back to the work) I’m just going to bullet a few things out for weekend digestion and head back to the salt mines. (Mixed metaphors, anyone?)
* On May 3, I’m going to be the featured speaker at the monthly Writer’s Mixer at Cover to Cover Books. I’ll be talking about how to keep character consistency and continuity over a multiple-book series. I’ll have a whiteboard, so I’ll be at least halfway coherent, and there will be snacks.
The best thing will probably be the snacks, given my shyness. But I’m going to give it the old college try.
* Mark Morford, again, with All The President’s Liars.
They have a potent aura of trustworthiness, fairness, decency. They are f—ing generals, for chrissakes, and hence we like to think of them as straight-talking, no-BS working men whose word is solid and whose authority unquestionable and therefore no wimp-assed monkey-faced president or scabrous Defense secretary could make them say something they didn’t actually believe.
Wrong. Oh, how horribly wrong.
So I ask again, did it work? Was America duped? Well, yes and no. There’s little doubt that this insidious, sustained PR attack — and make no mistake, it was/is an attack on the American people; such calculated “psychological operations” aimed at U.S. citizens are actually very illegal, though it’s enormously difficult to prove so in court — swayed millions of Americans, gave fuel to the preemptive attack argument, inflamed (and still inflames) the warmongering right, scammed the media, fanned the pro-war fires for years before the public recoil finally kicked in.
But oh, kick in it did. This is the fascinating thing. Even all those high-ranking military experts lying like well-decorated dogs in one of the most impressive, appalling PR campaigns in American history could not keep Bush from collapsing, could not prevent Americans from learning the real facts of the failed war and toxic presidency — eventually. (Mark Morford
* I have given up on reviewing Cassie Edwards’s Savage Wrongs. I offered to take one for the Bitchery and review it, but I just…I can’t. I’m sorry, I’ve tried several times. I just Cannot. Do. It.
So, if you live in the continental US and would like to give it a go, email me at lili at lilithsaintcrow dot com, first come first served, and you can have the damn thing. I just can’t. I’m sorry. *hangs head*
* Can I just say that Caitlin and Angela are AWESOME PEOPLE?
* A quick note: by the end of the day, between the punishing wordcount and the homeschooling and the getting the kids fed and into bed, I just want to drool as I play World of Warcraft. Dude, a human warlock in Teldrassil is ridiculously overpowered (even more so in Auberdine) and that plus-five-percent rep gain? AWESOME! Although, having a mace specialization as a race and not being able to train for maces because of being a warlock? BOGUS. I just…I guess I just like maces, especially with the regen stuff usually on them interacting with Demon Skin etc.
I am now officially, if I never was before, a geek. (Yeah. Like I wasn’t before I realized I was talking with a kid half my age about a video game and acquitting myself rawther well. Gah.)
* This morning the Teen’s Ipod-alarm woke him up with Billy Joel’s My Life. He’s taken it as a sort of anthem lately. And he tells me my music is “cool.”
I have hooked someone twenty years younger than me on Billy Joel.
I feel old now. Or maybe “mature”. Yeah. That’s the way to put it.
Happy weekend, everyone!
