Uncreated Conscience

Looking back on some of my blog posts since starting work here at St. Martin’s Press, I’ve become slightly baffled by how much I talk about work. It’s like I have no life, you guys! How horrifying! It’s time I return to a self-centered, narcissistic monologue about my life. (Not really. Except kind of really.) [...]

Those who know me and Bear know that I have excellent taste in romantic partners but unfortunately, my discerning judgment doesn’t extend to television shows. I have had deplorable luck with the two to which I’ve been (slavishly) faithful: first The X-Files and now Lost. I have come to hate both shows in ways I [...]

Last night I took a bit of a trip on the wayback machine and spent the night at my darling Sofa’s apartment to have a TV marathon, gorge on Chinese food, and drink fruity pomegranate wine coolers. I became friends with Sofa over the length of a cigarette. She likes to believe she was the [...]

My mother once told me never to study where I sleep or else get my Pavlovian responses confused. I seem to have conditioned myself into working only when I’m in transit. There’s something about train travel that’s very conducive to writing. Now why can’t I find that psychological space at my desk like a normal human being? I need to start re-conditioning my brain. [...]

I had thought that The Golden Compass DVD would be released today but it appears as though my anticipation has run away from me because it isn’t released until next week. I had hoped that the DVD would come with the deleted scenes, which include the sky bridge to Cittàgazze and the confrontation between Lord [...]

Number of headache-relief pills taken today: 6 Number of times resisted urge to vomit: 58,963,259 Number of times tried to do anything today: 69,853 Number of times failed doing anything today: 69,853 Price of gas: $2.15 per gallon ~Urgh. *squints at monitor* Headache has dissipated somewhat. No more piercing pain, no more 390 lbs. overweight [...]