It’s official, Miss Lise — I have been done with my latest book for exactly one week and I am bored without a book to work on! Incredibly, I do believe it may be time to dig out the next Casey, which has 75 pages done somewhere on some computer in this no-longer-a-hellhole house of mine and get going again. When did you have me lobotomized and how did I not notice?
I don’t know if this increased desire to write is a product of getting older and hearing the old life clock ticking… or this weird dynamic in my head that has developed, which can best be described as “hmmm… write or do housework? It’s got to be one or the other” or just an indication that the time I took off from writing was good for me, but… I find I miss my words and sentences and paragraphs and must return to the fictional worlds of my own making soon.
Tomorrow, I have my first reading for Desolate Angel and Bad Moon at The Regulator (one of only two readings I am doing; the older I get, the more it feels like dancing for grandma… or maybe I am just determined to be eccentric and demanding and grumpy as soon as possible, it’s hard to say, but I am definitely starting to think that J.D. Salinger has the right idea). I have decided to give out Little Debbie snack cakes with every copy of Bad Moon sold, for reasons that become obvious once you read the book. But after that, any ideas you have for making it a fun, invigorating party-party are welcome. Just send them quickly.
XXX– Katy
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