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Of editing and the shame of cupcakes.
Aug. 19th, 2003 01:57 amEditing a novel is a lot like making love to a woman: you think about it a lot more than you actually do it. Sometimes when I do it, I'm like Bob Dole: I need a little help. Other times, I am like the Peter North of editing, yielding an output that does not seem humanly possible. I'm more toward the latter end of the scale right now. The last two days have been good for editing.
I am a cupcake hoarder. I was going to bring Lesley's cupcakes to work tonight to share but instead I deliberately left them sitting in my freezer, waiting for the day when I can eat them all. Or at least half of them and then bring the other half to work. Some of you might remember that learned scribe of Italy, Dante, and his epic work "The Divine Comedy." My fate will be much like that witnessed in the "Inferno" sequence where Virgil shows Dante the circle of hell in which hoarders of cupcakes are imprisoned for eternity. Dante remarks to Virgil that he cannot believe these people are hoarders of cupcakes because he does not see any evidence of cupcakes anywhere. Virgil just smiles and says "that's r-i-g-h-t!" Dante at this point realizes he has been eating a cupcake and hastily throws it away.
Okay I'm lying. That's not really in the Divine Comedy. But if they'd had cupcakes in Rennaisance Italy, it would be.
Adam and Amy have this friend whom they work with named Meghan. Meghan is cute and she's a gamer. She looks like an elf. I think you see where I'm going with this. Now, I have no idea if I like this girl or not and I really doubt that she likes me, but I get the impression I could warm her up to the idea if I tried. Trouble is knowing if I should. She's an emotional little thing and not always in that good way. For another thing, there's the whole messy issue of her being close friends of my close friends. If we had a messy breakup then everybody would be choosing sides and before you know it a fire's broken out in the barn and the horses are trapped inside. There is also the concern that my giving her the eyeball might be pure, desperate, predatory reactionism on my part. She is quite literally the ONLY single girl I know right now. Well, that's not entirely true. There are a few I know through theatre but I haven't talked to them in a while. How about this, she's the only single girl I see on a semi-regular basis. All the women I know are either taken, live so far away that they may as well be on the moon, or both. A local gamer-chick looks pretty tempting by way of comparison, even if there are potential bear traps convieniently strewn all over the forest floor.
Hmm... I think I'll give one of my female theatre-friends a call. No sense making half-baked decisions when you haven't put things in their proper perspective. I've been meaning to call her anyway, this just gets me off my duff to actually make the effort. Meanwhile, I'm tentatively supposed to join Adam and Amy at Meghan's new apartment on Wednesday, hopefully bringing me closer to being one of her friends instead of just A&A's friend, in turn hopefully giving me a better grasp on where, if indeed anywhere, I'd like to try and progress things to after that.
Listen to me, sounding like a teen on an episode of 7th f'ing Heaven or Dawson's motherloving Creek I guess this is it, folks. I guess I must be "ready" to date again!
Better enjoy it while it lasts. It's probably only a matter of time before some terrorist manages to blow the entire continent's power grid forever and we're all living in Mad Max Beyond Donkey-Raping Thunderdome. Or an episode of Dark Angel.
I miss that show.
I am a cupcake hoarder. I was going to bring Lesley's cupcakes to work tonight to share but instead I deliberately left them sitting in my freezer, waiting for the day when I can eat them all. Or at least half of them and then bring the other half to work. Some of you might remember that learned scribe of Italy, Dante, and his epic work "The Divine Comedy." My fate will be much like that witnessed in the "Inferno" sequence where Virgil shows Dante the circle of hell in which hoarders of cupcakes are imprisoned for eternity. Dante remarks to Virgil that he cannot believe these people are hoarders of cupcakes because he does not see any evidence of cupcakes anywhere. Virgil just smiles and says "that's r-i-g-h-t!" Dante at this point realizes he has been eating a cupcake and hastily throws it away.
Okay I'm lying. That's not really in the Divine Comedy. But if they'd had cupcakes in Rennaisance Italy, it would be.
Adam and Amy have this friend whom they work with named Meghan. Meghan is cute and she's a gamer. She looks like an elf. I think you see where I'm going with this. Now, I have no idea if I like this girl or not and I really doubt that she likes me, but I get the impression I could warm her up to the idea if I tried. Trouble is knowing if I should. She's an emotional little thing and not always in that good way. For another thing, there's the whole messy issue of her being close friends of my close friends. If we had a messy breakup then everybody would be choosing sides and before you know it a fire's broken out in the barn and the horses are trapped inside. There is also the concern that my giving her the eyeball might be pure, desperate, predatory reactionism on my part. She is quite literally the ONLY single girl I know right now. Well, that's not entirely true. There are a few I know through theatre but I haven't talked to them in a while. How about this, she's the only single girl I see on a semi-regular basis. All the women I know are either taken, live so far away that they may as well be on the moon, or both. A local gamer-chick looks pretty tempting by way of comparison, even if there are potential bear traps convieniently strewn all over the forest floor.
Hmm... I think I'll give one of my female theatre-friends a call. No sense making half-baked decisions when you haven't put things in their proper perspective. I've been meaning to call her anyway, this just gets me off my duff to actually make the effort. Meanwhile, I'm tentatively supposed to join Adam and Amy at Meghan's new apartment on Wednesday, hopefully bringing me closer to being one of her friends instead of just A&A's friend, in turn hopefully giving me a better grasp on where, if indeed anywhere, I'd like to try and progress things to after that.
Listen to me, sounding like a teen on an episode of 7th f'ing Heaven or Dawson's motherloving Creek I guess this is it, folks. I guess I must be "ready" to date again!
Better enjoy it while it lasts. It's probably only a matter of time before some terrorist manages to blow the entire continent's power grid forever and we're all living in Mad Max Beyond Donkey-Raping Thunderdome. Or an episode of Dark Angel.
I miss that show.
