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Oct. 23rd, 2003 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pantryslutJust to top off my week, I appear to be battling a mild flu bug or something. Stomach's upset, and I've got a burr in my throat.
I resolved last month not to get sick any more around deadline time -- I figured that it was a sign I was stressing myself out too much. But my body is not cooperating.
I want to emulate the cats, who are sacked out in the Sun Room (aka the Fish Tank), basking in the sun, looking for all the world like a semi ran through the room and flattened them. Or like a cat die-in. You will have to ask them what they are protestng.
My reading last night -- at Good Vibrations for Best S/M Erotica (I know, I forgot to tell anyone about it) -- went well. It was a small audience, but they outnumbered the readers, and that's my measure of success. Plus the store sold some books. I had to pinch-hit as the MC because the editor couldn't be there and the publisher, my boss (not the one who just cut my hours) was stuck on the Bay Bridge at starting time.
"Hi. I'm Lori. I'm neither the editor nor the publisher of this book."
Well, I did that once before, for a West Coast reading of Leatherwomen 3. In fact, this was the same story, reprinted, so perhaps it's fate.
I resolved last month not to get sick any more around deadline time -- I figured that it was a sign I was stressing myself out too much. But my body is not cooperating.
I want to emulate the cats, who are sacked out in the Sun Room (aka the Fish Tank), basking in the sun, looking for all the world like a semi ran through the room and flattened them. Or like a cat die-in. You will have to ask them what they are protestng.
My reading last night -- at Good Vibrations for Best S/M Erotica (I know, I forgot to tell anyone about it) -- went well. It was a small audience, but they outnumbered the readers, and that's my measure of success. Plus the store sold some books. I had to pinch-hit as the MC because the editor couldn't be there and the publisher, my boss (not the one who just cut my hours) was stuck on the Bay Bridge at starting time.
"Hi. I'm Lori. I'm neither the editor nor the publisher of this book."
Well, I did that once before, for a West Coast reading of Leatherwomen 3. In fact, this was the same story, reprinted, so perhaps it's fate.
