2 posts tagged “book”
I am still using the Mystery Meat setting on my iPod, and not all the way through sampling every song on there. I don't have everything I want on there yet, but what I do have keeps me pretty entertained. So on the way back and forth to the office I hook up the thing to a crappy radio adapter, and sing along. Loudly (as if you didn't know already).
First one on the list this afternoon was one of my own songs. Listening to it, and realizing that I was the person who wrote it, I decided that I'd go with the idea I had for a new site redesign and start on it right away. You can only let procrastination win for so long before it becomes boring, and you become stupid. Now to find a flattering photo to use... good luck and godspeed on that one.
Next was Stewart Copeland's "Strange Things Happen". I had been in the middle of pre-ordering his unreleased book by this same name last night before I was foiled by a glitch on the website, so I was actually heading home to complete that order before my computer packed it in and lost my shopping cart.
I know a whole bunch of folks who are even more thrilled about the release of this book than I am. They have probably already predicted what strange things have happened in the story. After Sting's rather sparse (read: non-gossipy) account of the band's history, and then Andy Summer's more rambunctious joyride through his Police memories, I'm wondering if being last to tell the tale has its merits.
And Stewart talks the way other people write. You can never be sure just what the man will say -- you know it will be absolutely unfiltered, and chances are it will be surprising. But while other people take some time to think up clever answers and spend time thinking about what they are writing, and what they SHOULD be writing, and the best words to say it with... well... that stuff just comes rapidfire right out of his mouth. With no thesaurus-thumbing and really no thinking gap at all. There's barely a chance to really take in the full meaning of what he's just said before he goes on to something else. I'm amazed and impressed with this ability because I've never met anyone like this in my entire life. I wish I could think in words that quickly. But because he talks like other people write... what is he going to write?
Anyway. I've just now finished my pre-order of the book, along with a second readable copy of Andy's "One Train Later" (the autographed one from Luminato is now untouchable). Like the rest of us, Stewart's put out some questionable stuff (and I'm willing to take my licks on that from the nutters -- plus I'm first in line to showcase some of the really horrible songs I'm forced to take credit for myself) but this book is going to be something to really look forward to and devour no matter how it turns out. And there's always the chance of a booksigning tour :)
[ if you got here through one of my tags but didn't find what you were looking for... this is the explanation why ]
It's really very simple.
Being a writer is a shitty job. People think that writers should just write for the pleasure of it, and therefore writing is a job they won't pay you for. Not true. People think they can just sit down and decide one day to be a writer. Not bloody likely. People also think they can control what other people write. You can't.
I've always said that if you know a writer, you will eventually find yourself in one of Mork's reports back to Orson.
Does Mork care if you are in the report? Nope. Does Orson think it's wrong for people to interfere with Mork filing his report? Hell, yes.
So I'm going to admit it. I'm sick to death of the scrutiny. Quite frankly, I'm embarrassed for you -- that you think you have the right to control the things I say, what I do, what I think, and what I write about. I'm tired of feigning respect for, and continuing to smile and nod at, the people who just want to judge me. Worse: when they communicate these judgments to me and then expect me to change to fit their ideas.
I'm taking my control back. Here's what I've left for you: your scrutiny, your judgments, and your ideas. You can have them. They are, after all, just yours. I've never shared them.
This is not my first VOX blog post. I've moved almost everything into
"neighbourhood only" so that I can select who sees what, and when. How's that for showing some lady balls? I hope you aren't feeling threatened. All I'm doing is living my own life. Which is, like it or lump it, the life of a writer.
If you need access to one of my previous posts, whether through a Google search or a link that one of my friends has shared, just message or contact me, and I'll hook you up.
