I feel like I am coming off a crushing politics-marathon that’s been making me bake cornbread and mix up chocolate truffles and binge eat. Fascism makes me binge eat. So I’m finally doing something besides news and postcards and trying to talk to the people over at Fox-FB-land. Now watching a Nirvana documentary and feeling nostalgic about the edge of a mosh pit. When I was a teen I used to make up names for bands just for fun. And one of the names I came up with was Nirvana. I probably came up with it at around the same time that Kurt actually came up with it. Funny. When I finally saw Nirvana at Lehigh University in Bethlehem, I was thirty, and I felt so old! I still remember what I was wearing, at least from the waist up, haha. Black shirt with big blue and purple paisley. Giant silver hoop earrings. I was with my girlfriend and her boyfriend who killed himself within the year. Those were the days.
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The chalk is from school. Let’s draw a new world, not like a Brave New World though, haha. If I die tomorrow, at least I got to write one really good book and one almost-done one, and another halfway-done one.
Angels Carry the Sun, my 1st, was a coming of age story
The second, Don’t Get Burned, is about a failed law student having either a psychotic break or flashbacks to a previous life.
The third, Darling of the Cinema, has our heroine wanting so damn badly to be in a Broadway production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
The fourth–nothing done here, but people have sometimes asked for a sequel to #1.
Phoebe Wilcox, Writing Like the Deadline is Death 