Lately, I get hungry just after I eat. Weird, no?
I posted another novel excerpt over the weekend.
http://bridget.kelly.name/professional/archives/000166.html
I got some good comments, but not many. I'm sending out an email weekly to anyone who's expressed interest in hearing about novel updates, so if anyone here is interested, drop me a line...
This is a hard part when it comes to motivation, so the readers and commenters are really important to me. So thanks to everyone who has.
I watched High Fidelity last night, and am consumed once again with jealousy of Nick Hornby. It's such a brilliant book. Why can't i write like that? Argh.
Well... if I can't do witty, urban-contemporary humorous fiction, perhaps I can do, uh... playfully melodramatic and very human fantasy? I suppose that's what I wind up going for.
Sigh. Unchic. I am forever unchic.
Except that I have a ton of Neutral Milk Hotel in my iTunes library, given to me by a far more chic friend (apparently!), and now they're popping up everywhere and they're suddenly the really cool and really obscure band that only the really chic people listen to and the others are like, what? (If anyone wants an mp3, email me and I'll send you one somehow. They are truly awful in a bizarrely captivating way. But I'm going to intersperse my blog postings with coy references to them, like you ought to know who they are, because then I'll be one of the cool kids.)