Sunlit meadows and travel plans

[mrissa]

I hate the telephone. Hate. Haaaaaate. But I have finished two phone chores, leaving two more for the week, unless something comes up. I am mighty. I am fierce. Etc. I should probably go dig up the documentation I need to make those other two phone calls right now, and then I can feel virtuous and, more importantly, liberated from the phone for the rest of the week. The basement is cold. Perhaps if I get tea after digging. Hmm. Perhaps if I promise myself more of the monkey chapter after. The monkey chapter is creepier than I expected. I never expect to be creepy. I think of my own brain as a sunlit meadow. It is apparently a very creepy sunlit meadow sometimes. Other people seem to have noticed this on the order of...um...well, it's looking like eight years ago now, I guess, when the college lit mag published one of my stories.* The self-image, it sometimes takes a good while to catch up. I think it's partly that I'm one of the least depressive people I know, so I sort of think of myself as skipping around singing tra-la in comparison to the rest of you lot. And I forget to account for much of my social group being...writers.

In unrelated news, if there is some chance that you will be in the San Francisco Bay Area in late February or early March, please e-mail me. (Some of you should already have these e-mails. Others of you -- I have either misplaced your e-mail or (mentally) misplaced you, as in, placed you somewhere else. For irrelevant example, I have to remind myself every time I read callunav and juliansinger's posts that they are at least one city farther north than I always think they are, sometimes two. So: Bay Area. Help.)

*I wrote it in a fit of pique at my fiction studio prof. He loved it. My fits of pique are often ineffective in this way. "Take that -- I'll write you a story!" "Oh, cool!" "*sigh*"

Comments

[mamapduck.livejournal.com]

I live in Dublin and am frequently in Berkeley or San Jose and not infrequently in San Francisco itself.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Good deal; I will talk to you on e-mail when I know more.

[redbird]

I suspect that creepy and depressive are, if not orthogonal, not closely overlapping.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

That could be. It could even be that the prospect of me singing tra-la and skipping around could creep substantial numbers of people out. I wouldn't even be surprised.

[cadithial.livejournal.com]

I'll be in the bay area for a class Feb 10-17. My wife will be with me as well.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Uh...don't be too offended here, but I'm thinking more of people who don't work near my house.

[cadithial.livejournal.com]

lol, np :)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the moral support!

[eposia.livejournal.com]

I have known enough writers who dislike phones to declare it stereotypical, as in "oh, yet another Writer Who Hates To Talk On the Phone"; I find it an amusing eccentricity, so you're at least in good company for your dislike.

Also, I am one of the happiest people I know; our shared outlook might explain part of why I find you such pleasant company. But yes, I think there are several people out there who would find the singing and dancing viewpoint creepy. We could tag team and terrify the masses!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

There are certain limited circumstances in which I do not hate talking on the phone, and they are as follows:
1) porphyrin is calling to say she's having her baby.
2) ...

No, but seriously, I don't mind some kinds of phone calls, as long as I don't have to disturb someone or have someone disturb me. Which covers...um...most phone calls, actually. gaaldine and I have about the ideal track record, where if one of us calls and says, "Are you busy?", the other one can say, "Kind of, yah," and it will be no problem. Also there are the very brief, "I'll be there in five minutes," kind of phone calls. Those are kind of all right.

I now have visions of us doing a song and dance number together. I wouldn't call them unpleasant visions, per se, but...terrifying, yes, quite possibly. To the unenlightened.