Hi all -
Interesting jewellery thread thing going.
Zaph - your lucky lady should count herself blessed that she has such a grovelling man with good taste.
The ring looks pretty as does the
I myself am not too keen on the pretty sparkly stuff, although I like it on others. Mainly cause I lose things and also, other than silver rings
(which I love) jewellery annoys the heck out of me. Occassionally I will wear the pretty (silver) pendant or earrings - any bracelets I wear, tend to
be... how do I put this... eclectic
I also like weird combinations of colours and beads, but I don't wear gold or diamonds cause, while really really pretty, they just don't look that
great on me. Plus I feel a little strange in them - much to my mother's distress. She keeps giving me gold bracelets for xmas that I then secretly
give away (shhhhh).
I think she would have preferred a daughter who loves and appreciates diamonds and other precious stones and instead she got - angry/geek girl
wearing thrift store bead bracelets and rings that look like Coke tabs.
Then again, she thinks too much reading is bad for one's complexion. Wrinkles and what not under your eyes and furrow marks on your brow. No matter
how many times I tell her that while literary icons are among some of the most unattractive beings out there, it doesn't matter because they are
interesting and brainy; she will sniff and say, that's no reason NOT to make an effort
By the way - thanks everyone for your kind words and nice wishes. I did do well after all - I didn't even puke! Not once. I only tripped up one time
and laughed it off and the audience was lovely and gave me a nice applause and afterward I even had a few fans - so I'm very, very happy and VERY
very relieved it is over.
I really don't want to think about readings for the time being. I was very uncomfortable the whole time and while I lived through it, I'm not eager
for more anytime soon. Someone advised that I tape my voice and practice at home which was a mistake. I spent a good 2 hours yesterday listening to my
voice and simultanously breaking down into fits of hysterics. In the end I just gave up and other than telling myself to slow down, it went well.
And now for those of you who care - the gossipy bits...
The obnoxious woman I 'accidently' spilled my wine on at the agent party last week, insisted she go first in the reading, because, as she so nicely
put it, she was more experienced
at those kinds of events. Plus she was giggling the whole time saying how when SHE recorded her voice she was
surprised, because it sounded 'SO posh'. Not that I sound like a fish monger's wife - really, really I don't.
*Does her Elisa Doolittle impression* The Rayne in Spayne falls...
Anyway, it was really KIND of her to volunteer to go first, as her story was abysmal (to say the least) AND her hand and leg shook simultanously while
she read, like a dog will when he is enjoying a long, hard scratch.
And people say God doesn't have a sense of humour.
She was VERY helpful actually, as her performance helped me get over my nerves long enough to say my part and sit down w/out major mishaps.
Afterward as promised, I went out and got sloshed and many drinks later with supportive friends, lovers and drunken pub strangers around me, I
realised you CAN read publically and not sound like a completely up yourself dork. Although reading back on this long post, I probably do now.
Kalapadea - The reading came as a result of a story I recently published. Writing in private is one thing, letting everyone read it is another (I
spent a few years trying to get over this portion) but reading it out to complete and utter strangers sitting around at Borders looking bored and
jaded is traumatic.
So let me go this out of my system:
[edit on 12-10-2005 by nikelbee]
[edit on 12-10-2005 by nikelbee]