Ooooh, boy, are you guys ever going to get sick of hearing about this, but I have a story coming out in an anthology called Women Writing the Weird later this year. Sometimes I think that if I had ever thought to devise a list of desired accomplishments, to be published in an anthology called Women Writing the Weird would have been right at the top of the list. Anyway, because the writers featured live all over the place, editor Deb Hoag is proposing a delightful and unorthodox book launch:
I’d like YOU (yes, you, and you at the back, too) to host your own. Gather a bunch of female spec fic lovers together, read the book, decide which stories you each prefer, and do a ‘guerilla book launch’. You and your friends can each take it in turns to read your favourite stories to an adoring crowd of weird women (and men).
I’m not asking you to throw a party in my honor, or anything; I’m just saying that if you’ve been looking for an opportunity to do so, here it is. I’m also saying, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’M GOING TO BE IN A BOOK, like a mature adult.
Are there any tumblrs in Philadelphia who want to have a weird women party around Halloween?
Last night some guy told my boss, the chef, that she looked tired.
He told me he liked my presence, you look 20, you don’t have that snooty air of most girls from where-I’m-from, I saw you making lustful eyes at me from across the room, women 20 through 25 are my prime range for marrying, I’m married, you’re nearing the end of your good years, no really thanks for being cool, how long have your parents been divorced?
When he and his friend left the people sitting next to him told me they’d never sat next to a bigger asshole in all their lives.
I don’t want this post to come across the wrong way*, but basically, someone I know has gotten engaged or married every other day in the last week, and meanwhile the most pressing matter on my mind is what slogan to use on the homemade Harry Potter t-shirt** I’ll be making next week, when Alice comes to visit for the midnight premiere.
(*The wrong way for this to come across would be as a Bride Wars Red Alert Whine of Doom. Congratulations, everybody!)
There was beer and barbecue and rain and family dance parties and pink cocktails and flasks for the road and fireworks and crowds and people from middle school and people from high school and this morning there was scrapple and pork roll and egg piles and headaches and watching Merrie Melodies in bed and now we are going to a neighbor’s pool before heading to the beach.