Larry Livermore has started a blogspot blog. The first post references my recent shows in New York, plus a range of other topics, including an account of the Potatomen "reunion" that I had to miss because I was playing in New Haven that night.
As for me, I'm back in California now, working on the painfully slow, perennial project of "getting my act together" and writing a second novel. I know I just may be crazy enough to make some real progress on that, as I have started dreaming about the characters. (These are terrible, terrible dreams, I might add.) If I could ever manage to sleep longer than two hours at a time, I imagine my dream self could figure it all out for me with no problem. As it is, though, the skittish, easily-distracted Conscious Doctor ends up having to do most of the work, which is why it can go so slowly. I wish I could just transfer the contents of my head to some specialists who would then turn it into text, which I could then skim and approve by making little check marks in the top right corner of each page. In my head, it's the best novel anyone ever read, I swear to God. What I'm saying is, I'm far too lazy to "make the dream a reality" all the way, but I'm faking it the best I can. Honest.
By the way, while I was in NY I saw the proof of the final cover of King Dork, with all the blurbs on the back (from Melvin Burgess, Ned Vizzini, John Green, Neal Pollack, and Ira Robbins.) It looked pretty cool, and surprisingly real.
I had dinner with Ira Robbins while I was there. It was totally fun, totally delicious, and he was totally nice, which it made me feel like some kind of big shot. I also did some "work" in a vacant office on the ninth floor of the Random House building, which made me feel like a different kind of big shot. I chatted with all the people who worked on that floor as they walked by with their coffee and thought: "this must be what it's like to have a real job," and it didn't seem all that bad, really. But I knew deep down that the best thing about that "job" was that I didn't really work there in the end.
Posted by Dr. Frank at November 15, 2005 12:57 AM | TrackBackMy how Ned has grown up. I remember when he was the wunderkind highschool kid writing for the NY PRESS. Seemed like a cool kid.
Posted by: slickdpdx at November 18, 2005 02:03 AMGood luck on the whole getting your act together thing. I'm trying the same thing and painfully failing.
I miss the office and having a real job. It was my thing, I guess.
Posted by: Megan at November 23, 2005 08:46 AM