Sep. 8th, 2002

It's been a pretty up and down weekend. Mostly up.

Friday night was down - dinner with my parents was slightly tortured, esp. as Carl had to work. But I survived okay. :)

Yesterday was very up. I got two nice shifts volunteering at the International Festival of Authors, one front of house and one a coveted hospitality spot. It's not one of the big headliner days, so I don't know what the chances are that Nick Bantock or Umberto Eco or Joyce Carol Oates (pleasepleaseplease hee:)) will stop in for drink/food/info/whatever all goes on in the hospitality suites. But I'm still excited and, yes, glad that I got off my ass and did it.

It was amusing when they emphasized that anyone who mentions anything to any author about their own manuscript, idea, publishing efforts, etc. etc. ad nauseum, will be Banned Forever from the IFOA should they be caught. Message understood, not that anyone in our system would actually be that rude.

No, the fact is I want to hear the gossip, not say anything. Snort.

Today has been pretty sleepy - hot, and Lyr needed to work on her book. She and Carl went out to a coffee shop, finally, so she could concentrate and also as an excuse to go drink chai tea (Lyr) and a latte (Carl). But we got some hopeful news that maybe SARK will take Lyr up on her dinner invitation in early Oct. That would be cool, because I would love to feed every neat-o author dinner.

Lyr also thinks SARK needs a copy of her book. Not to flog it, oh no. Because SARK needs it. I think as long as that's made clear it ought to be ok. But some jam had better accompany it. :)

As for Lyr's book, well. I don't know. It's going to be a little tight, because it sounds very fucking much like Lyr, which means that it needs some serious rearranging and editing to make sense. But, I suppose I have to presume that the people reading it will partly be reading it for its charm and not its organization. It's a book on food, really, and treating your body well even if you were not raised in a way that modelled anything like that for you.

I confess I think of it as the baby book; the little unserious fun thing we do while the Real Writing is sucking. But for Lyr it's her main thing and shit if she hasn't managed to quietly pretty much finish it while the Real Writing has languished. So. To the actual writer goes the manuscript.

After that we watching Chasing Amy for, I confess, the first time. Yes; somehow we missed it. Bad us. I'm glad we corrected it. It was as promised and we laughed quite a bit and sighed quite a bit and said 'you go girl' at all the not-being-embarassed-by-sexual-past bits, although I think Lyr kept poking Carl at all the homophobic bits. Err yeah. :)

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