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Vampire Quandry
Sep. 1st, 2009 01:37 pmAs you all know, I'm a zombie fan. Vampires, not so much. I've never touched a Twilight book, though I do enjoy the Jeanne Kalogridis stuff a great deal. I'm also not a big fans of crowds or being on my feet for hours and hours. I'm also not much of a goth chick. Frankly, by the time Goth was a real thing, I was pretty much over the suicidal, wearing-only-black, slave-to-Morrissey/Robert Smith thing. Plus you could never tell by looking at me that I was at all gothy, because I wasn't allowed to buy my own clothes until I was in my 20's. But I digest...
There's this thing coming up called The Vampire Ball that's gonna be in Flint. I'm always saying I need to get out and do more book promoting. It's stupid that I haven't sold more books by now. Without sounding like a dick, my first novel is fucking excellent and should be read by a lot more people. Of course, A Stabbing for Sadie it's not a vampire novel; but there will be plenty of horror fans at this thing. It'd likely be good for marketing. They are looking for people to donate signed books and swag. H could almost certainly make me some good swag by then. Plus, I can probably get a fun posse together to share my joy.
My dilemmas are as follows: What if I get there and it's a horrible uncomfortable environment? I'd be trapped. What if I end up looking more ridiculous than I'll surely feel? Aside from the lead act, What if I'm the oldest person there by like, 15 years? Why can't Finster just fly out to Michigan and escort me? What if I have a panic attack? H says he won't go to this thing no matter what. And why?
Voltaire
H is being all silly and jealous that I want to go meet Voltaire. Like perhaps Voltaire and I will just ditch our real lives and run away to someplace dark together. Honestly, it's not so bad that H thinks I'm such a great catch that any number of amazing men might just be planning to whisk me away. But c'mon. We've been together for over 10 freaking years and he's edgy about me going to a freaking Vampire Ball?!? A pot-headed zombie ball perhaps. ;-] But dude. Seriously.
So yeah, Voltaire is gonna be at this thing. And it's only $20 to get in (is that suspiciously low? seems like it--and it's a fundraiser), and I'd likely only spend about $50 on stuff once I got there. It's not like I'll be buying drinks.
[Poll #1451854]
I'm closing at work tonight and then coming home to write. I really need to do something with my idea to murder my upstairs neighbor because it's the zombie holocaust and my apartment is unsafe. By "do something" I mean write, not plan my alibi. I haven't done any writing since I finished the manuscript at the beginning of August. It's high time I get back into it.
There's this thing coming up called The Vampire Ball that's gonna be in Flint. I'm always saying I need to get out and do more book promoting. It's stupid that I haven't sold more books by now. Without sounding like a dick, my first novel is fucking excellent and should be read by a lot more people. Of course, A Stabbing for Sadie it's not a vampire novel; but there will be plenty of horror fans at this thing. It'd likely be good for marketing. They are looking for people to donate signed books and swag. H could almost certainly make me some good swag by then. Plus, I can probably get a fun posse together to share my joy.
My dilemmas are as follows: What if I get there and it's a horrible uncomfortable environment? I'd be trapped. What if I end up looking more ridiculous than I'll surely feel? Aside from the lead act, What if I'm the oldest person there by like, 15 years? Why can't Finster just fly out to Michigan and escort me? What if I have a panic attack? H says he won't go to this thing no matter what. And why?
H is being all silly and jealous that I want to go meet Voltaire. Like perhaps Voltaire and I will just ditch our real lives and run away to someplace dark together. Honestly, it's not so bad that H thinks I'm such a great catch that any number of amazing men might just be planning to whisk me away. But c'mon. We've been together for over 10 freaking years and he's edgy about me going to a freaking Vampire Ball?!? A pot-headed zombie ball perhaps. ;-] But dude. Seriously.
So yeah, Voltaire is gonna be at this thing. And it's only $20 to get in (is that suspiciously low? seems like it--and it's a fundraiser), and I'd likely only spend about $50 on stuff once I got there. It's not like I'll be buying drinks.
[Poll #1451854]
I'm closing at work tonight and then coming home to write. I really need to do something with my idea to murder my upstairs neighbor because it's the zombie holocaust and my apartment is unsafe. By "do something" I mean write, not plan my alibi. I haven't done any writing since I finished the manuscript at the beginning of August. It's high time I get back into it.
