wildcat

In preparations to get back into Italo Calvino's If on a winter's night, a traveller, to try and get that energy going again. Performing minor acts of googlemancy to try and divine weird, cryptic statements. Edith Manning apparently lived in Calgary sometime in the early Twentieth Century. I don't know. I haven't been reading the Calvino book because workshopping got in the way, and writing, and breathing, and dreaming, and all the hundreds of infinitesemal things that don't really connect to anything but add up to being too busy to actually pick up a decent book and read it. Despite the fact that I fully admit that I enjoy reading with my pants around the ankles on the toilet (nothing smutty, I'm not that kind of Wildcat), perhaps even going to the bathroom has been getting in the way. But. Calvino. I can do it. I know I can. So why haven't I been? The internet's been sucking brain power, but now I'm putting my foot down and actually making a step in the right direction. I'm going to write everyday from now on again, of course, as well. All the tiny little acts of "bettering oneself."

Where was I? Oh. Yes. I suspect I'll probably pick up Invisible Cities again and read that again, because I loved that Calvino book to death.

What?

Oh, yes. I'm going to go work on the second installment of the Johnny Damocles & Teiresias Jones adventures, which is tentatively entitled God is the Queens, and somehow involves a certain pair of drag-drenched beauties from Esque. Matthew's apparently been having maddening issues with the accursed copyright issue and his upcoming film, The Great Retro Chic Revival, so I'm inputting a bit of sympathetic magic for no reason than to make things smooth for him. Nothing is real, everything is permitted. Anyway, the story's getting ridiculous in my head, which is an excellent state of being, not unlike being random.

I didn't end up buying ice cream. Bummer.

And now I go in search of Disco. Because to write those sexy spies, I need to be hideously glam. I should track down a copy of Velvet Goldmine.