I am in a state of disbelief at the amount of paper I am responsible for pushing around every month. How did this become my metier? It no longer inspires. Instead, I feel buried. And bored.
Some news! I'm now a "regular" over at Emerald Pillows. I wanted to be a "large," but that slot was already filled by the always-lovely-and-ever-so-opinionated Elizabeth (mwah!). She and her partner put out a monthly publication filled with writing and such. Writing and such by lesbians. I fit right in because I am a lesbian and such. (In this case, I think that statement is actually true unlike the other times when I thought I should fit in because I'm a lesbian but then I didn't fit in at all because, like it or not, all lesbians don't always necessarily fit in with all other lesbians even though they may want to. Long live the run-on sentence ending in a preposition!)
So what does being a "regular" mean? Just that my name will appear regularly with my words somewhere besides this blog. In print and on the web. My vanity is growing along with the size of my ass. To view this month's edition in its print format, click on the PDF link at the top of the Emerald Pillows main page or read the contents by following the individual links on the left of the same page. Cool stuff within.
I envy Elizabeth's html skills and hope to wring some of her vast knowledge out of her head and absorb it into mine. Anyone know the proper grip for the Vulcan mind meld?
On second thought, a mind meld with her is too frightening to consider. I mean, really. And I don't scare easy.