Friday, May 27, 2011

So you say it's bread? That's been sliced?

I am often late to the party.

I see no particular shame in this, it's just the way that I go about things. I overthink. I overplan. I am somewhat famous for talking myself out of things.

Evidence of this can be found in the notes that I have squirreled away in various notebooks that, after spending a good deal of time engaged in procrastination and telling myself why this project or that project won't work, later appear on the shelves of bookstores with the names of other writers gracing their covers.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that any of these ideas would have made it to publication because they worked for someone else. That's not the way the game is played. It's just that, more often than not, the announcement of a new book about [insert subject of book here] is when I think, "Well...damn."

But this post is not about being late to the party on a book.

No, instead, this is about my discovery of a fantastic book resource that everyone and their brother already knew about.

Following a link to a story about the recent Lambda Literary awards - where, it seems, Edward Albee gave the crowd something of an *expletive* you very much kind of speech - I discovered the Wall Street Journal's online book section.

It's amazing. It's everything that I've ever wanted in a book section. Reading through it I've found some half-a-dozen books that I want to get my hands on. I've read three great interviews. I've already started to worry that new content won't be added at a fast enough clip to keep me happy.

It is, my friends, a total party.

Though, odds are better than average, that it's a party you've already been at for a while. Which is okay...just give me some time to catch up. (1)

1. And while you're waiting you can read these notes I have for this story I'm thinking of writing. It's about this guy who's obsessed with capturing a whale.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Isn't it...well...you know.

Recently, I used the word "ironic" incorrectly.

It was one of those flip responses. "Well," I said, "That's ironic."

"Actually," the Roller Derby Queen responded, "it isn't. Unless you'd like to change the meaning of the word 'ironic'."

So now I seem to have developed something of a phobia when it comes to using the word.

All this as a precursor to wondering if it is at all ironic that I find myself completely unable to remember the fact that Monday is Memorial Day.

I really want it to be, because there's just something so great about irony.

At least, I think there is.