Friday, November 25, 2005

Stupid snow.

I don't know if anyone else made it to the gathering tonight. (What is the term for DT nights? Circle? Meeting? Hippie Commune?) But I didn't. And I'm bloody annoyed.

I developed a fear of driving on snow a few years ago. Three hours of unpredictable spinning out on the highway will do that to a fella, apparently. The upshot is that I tend to limit my travel when conditions are white and six-pointed. Thus I bailed on tonights, er, you know.

But I'm annoyed because I've got something good this time. The last couple of times -- yeah, the reception was pretty positive (and I'm relieved and gratified at that, lemme tellya). But this time, oh, the chapter I was gonna bring... up till now, the novel's been tension and furrowed brows and such. Kind of a mafia-themed Jane Austen, at best. Without the humour. Or romance. But chapter three! This is the action. Bang! Zing! Biff! It's all in there. Definitely the goods and without question the stuff to give the troops.

And since everyone was so positive about the first couple of chapters, I figured this one would be a real winner. No way anyone would put down the book after this chapter. All midnight oil stocks, previously hoarded for an emergency, would be expended in the interest &c.

Hot stuff, I tells ya.

Plus, plus, I had a major announcement. Of a writing/publishing nature. See? The snow has not only denied this group the heart-racing palpitation of a gripping, driving story, but also the [melo]drama of a writer's life! Because, as all writers know full well, there's nothing as interesting as what a writer's doing! Especially (if not exclusively) what oneself is doing!

So there you have it. Snow, I curse thee. I give thee a minimum of one, and a natural maximum of two, figs. I spit in thine eye and cetera.

Come May, this kind of thing won't bug me any more. Not for months.


Ramblingly,
M@

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hippie commune.

Larry Keiler said...

Asylum. Take it from one who knows...

Marianne said...

yeah, you fit right in with us, Larry...

Marianne said...

M@, in answer to your question, there were five hippies, er, psychiatric patients, er, DTers plus 1 mystery guest, so 6 of us in total.

None, however, had to drive as far as you - I hear the roads near Cambridge were brutal last night.

Hey, I'm not going to reveal the identity of the mystery guest, since you left us hanging about your major announcement. I guess we'll have to wait (and as well to read your latest hot stuff!).

John had expected Margaret Atwood as the mystery guest, but alas, she was unable to come, grounded by the snowstorm, and sent her regrets. She was most disappointed.

I hear that the temperature is going to soar to the "teens" next week, and on Sunday, we can expect monsoons. I have five boats in my garage if you want to borrow one to attend the next writer's support group at the asylum.

M@ said...

Well that's just mean, to withhold such information.

If Margaret Atwood will be a mystery guest in the future though, I would like prior notice. If we're in the same room it might very well get ugly. And no one wants to see me beaten up by a famous Canadian author, do they?

Well, okay, yeah, it would be pretty funny. I can see that. But still.

Larry Keiler said...

If you put M@ and Atwood together you get M@wood.

BOB said...

Kind of a mafia-themed Jane Austen...oh this did make me laugh out loud..man..smiles

M@ said...

Larry -- I don't know if the space-time continuum is ready for M@wood. Best leave that one alone.

Bob -- If I made you laugh, well, it's a good day. I feel blessed.

netty said...

Advice: Set your alarm clock for the first of May. Sleep in "heavenly peace" and wake up with the daffodills. Your marvellous chapters will keep and you may even feel inspired to add some romance to it with so much spring in the air...

M@ said...

Ah, Netty, that's good advice. But like all young lovers, though, my main character is impatient. Wait for May!? May will never come! It must be now!!!

netty said...

Well, then you have to let your character bullying you into wrestling with the snow and ice demons. Better put a lot of fire in it so you don't freeze. That could really hamper the writing.

leslie said...

Your stupid snow submission had me confused. I think of "M" as "Marianne". I wondered why she was going on about the snow when she was THERE last time. Well, she came late actually. The nerve, late to her own editing circle. But we made allowances for her. Left her a snack and a little bit of wine. After all, it is HER house. Well, hers and Bob's, to be more precise. Hers, Bob's, Samantha's, Farley's, Buddha's and Kali's... gee, hope I didn't leave out anything like fish or dustmites who just may have names in the Paul residence.

So now I know, Matthew, that you are "M" and Marianne is Marianne. Whew, glad to have that straight.

Can't wait to hear the Jane Austen mafia piece. Bring it on...

Larry Keiler said...

I will answer for M@. Sorry, Leslie, it's not M all by its lonesome. It's M@. As in M @.

Glad we got that straightened out. But I confess it took me a good while to decipher it too.

As for being late, I plan on being late to my funeral.