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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Ch-Changes
That will take a couple of months, however, and you know how I'm not the most patient person in the world. While I wait, I made a Livejournal. I've called it Stenographer to the Conjured World. I got that title from a letter I wrote to my agent. I had been driving him crazy with 10 million emails asking "why isn't this or that book selling," "where are my movie options," and "why aren't my books getting the notice they deserve?" And more. Finally I got some sleep and rest, and I settled down a bit and I wrote to him, "As I'm slipping down from the stress and grief and craziness, I am allowing my writing and my characters to breathe again and they are telling me many things and I'm writing them down. I have become a stenographer to the conjured world again, and that's where me and my stories soar."
After I wrote "stenographers to the conjured world" Mario kind of oohed and aahed over it, and I liked that phrase too. It's a great title. So I'm using it. At least it seems great in the middle of the night. We'll see when morning breaks.
So this is fair warning: FS is going to shapeshift soon. I'm not sure what it'll turn into. But it'll be grand. I promise!
In case you don't want to go to my livejournal, the posts will probably be the same as the ones here for a while. I'll let you know if that changes. LJ is new to me, so I don't know how to do a lot of things. Like I don't really understand how you get "friends..." Or even what that means.
But I'll eventually figure it out and then probably move on.
Sara Zarr is my inspiration, by the way, as I try to make my work more visible. She is present on the web everywhere, tastefully and beautifully. Her new book Sweethearts debuts today, and I can't wait to read it. (What an auspicious and sacred day for this debut!)
I'm up too late again. Time to try to sleep again.
May You Sleep in Beauty!
P.S. Sleeping didn't work so I wandered over to MySpace. It still drove me bat wing crazy, but I made myself a quick and dirty page. (Took about four or five hours to get it looking...less like a sign in a casino.) I won't do much with it. I'll just leave it there and add links to my books when they come out. Or else I'll delete it immediately. You can check it out and make fun of me of you like here.
And by the way, since I've been up all night and was up most of last night, I am once again crazy. I really should do drugs. Maybe drink. Maybe I'll go watch the debates. That'll put me to sleep.
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4 comments4 Comments:
The thought of the original F.S. disappearing is kinda scary but I do like the notion of a wonderful new website coming up. I too think the new title is wonderful. It has to be the banner for something way cool - has to be.
Sent you an email and also a real paper letter! I hope at least one of them gets thru this time.
Hugs - S
By , at 11:50 AM
You might want to talk to Kitty at ink2art.com. She did my art site and is wonderful to work with!
I for one don't care to run around the net chasing every blog journal, when FS is so clean and distinct and does a lovely job of bringing your brains to the screen. But have it your way. As to stealing the title about dirt eaters, you can have it.
Happy Imbolc.
By , at 12:38 AM
Thanks, all. I too think FS is clean and readable and I want to keep all that. I would like to have a place that was more searchable and also all together in one place. (Because I have so many blogs and websites.) We'll see how it goes!
By Kim Antieau, at 2:06 AM

