Later, I Said Later
Internet, internet, I have meant to blog, truly I have. I have been mostly sidetracked by other things. Mostly, work. And books. And running. And…other things. I often think of topics or ideas to share with you all, but then forget it over the course of the day, which is filled with interesting things (like story conferencing with authors) and not-so-interesting things (like filling out mass market tip sheets).
What have I been up to? Not much. Psychic Roommate and I have been running our butts off all around the city and have just finished our last race of the year. We are now officially qualified for the 2011 ING New York City marathon. (And now I am pondering what exactly I’ve gotten myself into.)
In addition, I have seen this movie:
I have pondered the origins of the phrase “up my alley” (and English idioms in general). Which, incidentally, Black Swan totally is. It’s an artsy psychological horror film about ballet. I love every word-concept of that sentence. “Artsy”, “psychological”, “horror”, and “ballet”. It sometimes surprises people how much I love the grotesque and macabre, but remember, I’m the girl who loves gothic fiction, haunted houses, creepy stories, lurid melodrama, and feeling unsettled. After all, Halloween is my favourite holiday.









