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April 30, 2011
Happy, happy, happy!
Yes! And I'm not kidding, either.
Loyal readers of this lofty blog perhaps know too well that sometimes I can be a tad bit on the sarcastic side... however, today is not one of those days!
I am happy b/c -- even though I am more hungover this morning than I have the ability to comprehend (okay, that part is sarcasm) -- I will officially begin working on the screen adaptation of Neptune & Surf! Something I've been wanting/trying to do for several years now, but only since my writing partner, Jerry, has come into my world has it become a reality.
Not only am I grateful for this opportunity, but I am grateful that Jerry was the one who suggested and practically insisted on doing this adaptation. You can probably imagine how sweet that feels. To have someone else feel so strongly about something you wrote twelve years ago.
If you're wondering about the hangover....
Jesus Christ. They have this wretched stuff in Ohio that is sold in grocery stores -- it's diluted hard liquor. Liquor that is watered down so that it is only about 40 proof. It is cheap and totally easy to buy (the "good stuff" one must travel hither & yon to a State Run liquor store to obtain, and sometimes just tossing something into one's grocery cart is preferable to running hither & yon). Anyway. that's the kind of vodka I've had on hand for a long time. I haven't been drinking much b/c I am super vain and wanting to lose a ton of weight (which I did).
A lot of cool stuff is going on in my career right now, so yesterday being a Friday and suddenly SUNNY (!!!), I felt like celebrating. My idea of celebrating is drinking alone, eating pizza and watching a William Powell movie all by myself!! Yay. So that's what I had on my agenda for last evening. And I went all the way to a state run liquor store and bought a bottle of Stoli, my favorite vodka, to make vodka martinis.
I guess I forgot that I'm not used to real liquor anymore and my customary two (large) martinis, which is, you know, if you add up the vodka and the vermouth, about 10 ounces of pure alcohol... Well, you get the picture. I couldn't handle it anymore! But I didn't know I couldn't handle it anymore, b/c I was just hanging out on the bed, watching a William Powell movie (Life With Father) and it wasn't until I stood up after the movie was over to go to the kitchen again, that I realized I was indescribably plastered. Just reeling. Wow. And I was still reeling when I tried to get out of bed this morning...
But, I'm feeling lots better now! And looking forward to a blissful weekend of sitting soberly at my desk, working on a three-act outline for N&S.
The weather report is promising tons of sun and temperatures in the low 70s today. I hope that turns out to be true! I hope that whatever you've got planned for this weekend --wherever you are -- winds up being tons of fun and totally relaxing. Okay, I'm gonna get moving here, gang. Thanks for visiting!! See ya.
Loyal readers of this lofty blog perhaps know too well that sometimes I can be a tad bit on the sarcastic side... however, today is not one of those days!
I am happy b/c -- even though I am more hungover this morning than I have the ability to comprehend (okay, that part is sarcasm) -- I will officially begin working on the screen adaptation of Neptune & Surf! Something I've been wanting/trying to do for several years now, but only since my writing partner, Jerry, has come into my world has it become a reality.
Not only am I grateful for this opportunity, but I am grateful that Jerry was the one who suggested and practically insisted on doing this adaptation. You can probably imagine how sweet that feels. To have someone else feel so strongly about something you wrote twelve years ago.
If you're wondering about the hangover....
Jesus Christ. They have this wretched stuff in Ohio that is sold in grocery stores -- it's diluted hard liquor. Liquor that is watered down so that it is only about 40 proof. It is cheap and totally easy to buy (the "good stuff" one must travel hither & yon to a State Run liquor store to obtain, and sometimes just tossing something into one's grocery cart is preferable to running hither & yon). Anyway. that's the kind of vodka I've had on hand for a long time. I haven't been drinking much b/c I am super vain and wanting to lose a ton of weight (which I did).
A lot of cool stuff is going on in my career right now, so yesterday being a Friday and suddenly SUNNY (!!!), I felt like celebrating. My idea of celebrating is drinking alone, eating pizza and watching a William Powell movie all by myself!! Yay. So that's what I had on my agenda for last evening. And I went all the way to a state run liquor store and bought a bottle of Stoli, my favorite vodka, to make vodka martinis.
I guess I forgot that I'm not used to real liquor anymore and my customary two (large) martinis, which is, you know, if you add up the vodka and the vermouth, about 10 ounces of pure alcohol... Well, you get the picture. I couldn't handle it anymore! But I didn't know I couldn't handle it anymore, b/c I was just hanging out on the bed, watching a William Powell movie (Life With Father) and it wasn't until I stood up after the movie was over to go to the kitchen again, that I realized I was indescribably plastered. Just reeling. Wow. And I was still reeling when I tried to get out of bed this morning...
But, I'm feeling lots better now! And looking forward to a blissful weekend of sitting soberly at my desk, working on a three-act outline for N&S.
The weather report is promising tons of sun and temperatures in the low 70s today. I hope that turns out to be true! I hope that whatever you've got planned for this weekend --wherever you are -- winds up being tons of fun and totally relaxing. Okay, I'm gonna get moving here, gang. Thanks for visiting!! See ya.
April 28, 2011
Okay, get ready, gang!!
The Christian-Lewis Literary Award is really underway.
Remember a few weeks back, I mentioned that M. Christian and I were teaming up to give out an annual literary award for best unpublished Science Fiction novel, and also possibly best unpublished erotic novel, that will include a monetary award plus electronic & POD publication for the winning writer???
It's really gonna happen, gang. We are ironing out the details even as I type... Please stay tuned!!!
Remember a few weeks back, I mentioned that M. Christian and I were teaming up to give out an annual literary award for best unpublished Science Fiction novel, and also possibly best unpublished erotic novel, that will include a monetary award plus electronic & POD publication for the winning writer???
It's really gonna happen, gang. We are ironing out the details even as I type... Please stay tuned!!!
April 27, 2011
A Blissful Morning!
And that's something to be really grateful for; I haven't had too many of these around here lately.
When I got out of bed at 4:45 AM, I glanced out the front window and the sidewalk and the street did not have that shiny, slick sheen to them. This meant -- DRY pavement!! No rain!! Yay!
I made my breakfast, answered some email, then shut off the computer to listen to a philosophy seminar on the CD player, and then -- thunder, lightening, pouring rain. For, like, the 10th day in a row! But you know what? I turned off the CD player, lit a votive candle and turned out the light. Got my cup of green tea and got back in bed with Fluffy and we snuggled together and listened to the thunderstorm. It really was blissville, gang.
And the storm didn't last long. Suddenly the birds were singing like mad. Fluffy and I stayed snuggled there for about half an hour. It was a really great way to start the morning.
This afternoon, my screenwriting partner in L.A. (Jerry) and I will begin our next screenplay project via conference call. This one is an adaptation of my novella, Neptune & Surf (from my 1999 book of the same name: Neptune & Surf).
As you can guess, I'm really excited about tackling this. It won't be easy since I know the story inside & out, but it will be a rewarding learning process, I'm sure. The working title for the screen adaptation is: Surf Avenue. (For those of you who don't know, Neptune and Surf are the names of two main avenues on Coney Island, in Brooklyn, New York. The story deals with love & racism in the mid-1950s.)
And, btw -- the French language re-issue of N&S by La Musardine this fall will have a new title. In France, the book will now be known as: Sex in America. (And the title will be written just like that, in English.)
Other career stuff
Remember how I had those 4 ebooks come out last fall? It turns out they're kind of selling reasonably well. I had no idea. Hollywood Nights seems to be holding its own on Kindle (and it's for sale on a lot of other outlets besides Kindle), so that's pretty cool! I love that crazy book. (Just FYI, it's not that well-written but it is stupefyingly romantic, even if I say so myself!) (I wrote it 9 years ago. Christ! Where did the time fly to???) (Yes, don't end your sentences/questions with prepositions!!)
Also, yesterday, on ManicReaders.com, Claudia Rhyes reviewed my newest collection of erotic short stories, Dirty Filthy Lovely: Dark Erotica, and gave it 4 out of 5 stars. So that's pretty cool, too. I'd reprint the review here but it's long. You can read it at this link here, though. She reviews each story in the collection separately, which is why it's so long.
All righty, on that note, gang, I'm gonna go put my Wellies on and go out back and feed the birds! Thanks for visiting. Have a terrific Wednesday wherever you are!! See ya.
When I got out of bed at 4:45 AM, I glanced out the front window and the sidewalk and the street did not have that shiny, slick sheen to them. This meant -- DRY pavement!! No rain!! Yay!
I made my breakfast, answered some email, then shut off the computer to listen to a philosophy seminar on the CD player, and then -- thunder, lightening, pouring rain. For, like, the 10th day in a row! But you know what? I turned off the CD player, lit a votive candle and turned out the light. Got my cup of green tea and got back in bed with Fluffy and we snuggled together and listened to the thunderstorm. It really was blissville, gang.
And the storm didn't last long. Suddenly the birds were singing like mad. Fluffy and I stayed snuggled there for about half an hour. It was a really great way to start the morning.
This afternoon, my screenwriting partner in L.A. (Jerry) and I will begin our next screenplay project via conference call. This one is an adaptation of my novella, Neptune & Surf (from my 1999 book of the same name: Neptune & Surf).
As you can guess, I'm really excited about tackling this. It won't be easy since I know the story inside & out, but it will be a rewarding learning process, I'm sure. The working title for the screen adaptation is: Surf Avenue. (For those of you who don't know, Neptune and Surf are the names of two main avenues on Coney Island, in Brooklyn, New York. The story deals with love & racism in the mid-1950s.)
And, btw -- the French language re-issue of N&S by La Musardine this fall will have a new title. In France, the book will now be known as: Sex in America. (And the title will be written just like that, in English.)
Other career stuff
Remember how I had those 4 ebooks come out last fall? It turns out they're kind of selling reasonably well. I had no idea. Hollywood Nights seems to be holding its own on Kindle (and it's for sale on a lot of other outlets besides Kindle), so that's pretty cool! I love that crazy book. (Just FYI, it's not that well-written but it is stupefyingly romantic, even if I say so myself!) (I wrote it 9 years ago. Christ! Where did the time fly to???) (Yes, don't end your sentences/questions with prepositions!!)
Also, yesterday, on ManicReaders.com, Claudia Rhyes reviewed my newest collection of erotic short stories, Dirty Filthy Lovely: Dark Erotica, and gave it 4 out of 5 stars. So that's pretty cool, too. I'd reprint the review here but it's long. You can read it at this link here, though. She reviews each story in the collection separately, which is why it's so long.
All righty, on that note, gang, I'm gonna go put my Wellies on and go out back and feed the birds! Thanks for visiting. Have a terrific Wednesday wherever you are!! See ya.
April 25, 2011
Post-Easter Ya-Ya's!
And by ya-ya, I guess I am referring to the "Lolita Ya-Ya" song, from the Kubrick film of Lolita. And also to that incredibly great live Stones album from 1969, Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out! (If you like the Stones at all and don't have or even know that album, trust me: it is incredibly good.)
Easter was great. And it was great to hear from friends, to have a dinner with mom, to basically take it easy all day and to finally even see a little bit of sun for awhile around 4 PM.
Even though I am not a monotheist anymore and haven't been one for about 25 years or so, I still love the symbolism of Easter; that there is no death. Actually, I am quite fascinated by Christianity, in general -- specifically by the history of Christianity, its teachings, its changing beliefs over the changing centuries. I love the whole pageantry of Christianity. I just don't believe in One True God anymore. I don't or can't believe that reality is that simple. I believe that there is a distinct, unique, source to each of us that thinks us into Being, and that each of those sources are ultimately springing from the same source -- so, in that regard, you could say I believe in a single Source, or God. But I don't believe in it in the Scriptural sense.
The early Gnostic Christians had beliefs that are astoundingly similar to what I believe -- and the Gnostic Christians believed that there were several hundred Gods -- and yet they were still Christians. Their teachings didn't make it into the canon of the New Testament, however, so their teachings are officially considered heresies. But for a couple hundred years, the Gnostics were not official heretics; they were a faction of early Christianity. It's probably no surprise that the Gnostics did not believe in the story of Easter. They didn't worship the Resurrection of Christ. Instead, they "worshiped" Christ's message, what he taught while he was alive on Earth and physical; most importantly, Christ's imperative to "Know Thyself" -- because in knowing yourself, you will learn who you really are, where you came from and how to get back there. And until you really knew yourself, learned the lesson of who you really are, you would keep coming back to this realm.
Very different teaching from what Christianity believes in modern times. But I still love the story of Easter, I really do. For a day, or even a weekend out of every year, I let myself believe all of it. And for some reason, it makes me feel really happy.
[The Ventures version of "Lolita Ya-Ya". I love playing this song while I'm driving around!!]
Easter was great. And it was great to hear from friends, to have a dinner with mom, to basically take it easy all day and to finally even see a little bit of sun for awhile around 4 PM.
Even though I am not a monotheist anymore and haven't been one for about 25 years or so, I still love the symbolism of Easter; that there is no death. Actually, I am quite fascinated by Christianity, in general -- specifically by the history of Christianity, its teachings, its changing beliefs over the changing centuries. I love the whole pageantry of Christianity. I just don't believe in One True God anymore. I don't or can't believe that reality is that simple. I believe that there is a distinct, unique, source to each of us that thinks us into Being, and that each of those sources are ultimately springing from the same source -- so, in that regard, you could say I believe in a single Source, or God. But I don't believe in it in the Scriptural sense.
The early Gnostic Christians had beliefs that are astoundingly similar to what I believe -- and the Gnostic Christians believed that there were several hundred Gods -- and yet they were still Christians. Their teachings didn't make it into the canon of the New Testament, however, so their teachings are officially considered heresies. But for a couple hundred years, the Gnostics were not official heretics; they were a faction of early Christianity. It's probably no surprise that the Gnostics did not believe in the story of Easter. They didn't worship the Resurrection of Christ. Instead, they "worshiped" Christ's message, what he taught while he was alive on Earth and physical; most importantly, Christ's imperative to "Know Thyself" -- because in knowing yourself, you will learn who you really are, where you came from and how to get back there. And until you really knew yourself, learned the lesson of who you really are, you would keep coming back to this realm.
Very different teaching from what Christianity believes in modern times. But I still love the story of Easter, I really do. For a day, or even a weekend out of every year, I let myself believe all of it. And for some reason, it makes me feel really happy.
[The Ventures version of "Lolita Ya-Ya". I love playing this song while I'm driving around!!]
April 22, 2011
Model Daughter! Yay!
I was of course happliy relieved when Theodora Richards had the charges against her dismissed yesterday. And she only has to go something like 6000 years without getting arrested again and her record will be cleared of the recent arrest.
When I was reading the headline in the Daily News online yesterday afternoon, they referred to Theodora as "Keith Richards' model daughter" and right away I was thinking, well, she's absolutely cute as a button but, I mean, she was arrested and one of the charges was illegal possession of prescription drugs, so how does that make her a 'model daughter'?
Then of course I realized they meant that she was a professional fashion model -- Doh!!
Okay!!
Yes, more rain today. That makes 3 1/2 days this week. Good Friday is one of my favorite holidays so it's always a bit of a let down for me when it rains on Good Friday. (By favorite holidays, I mean the symbolism of it; I don't get all excited because they killed Jesus or anything like that.) What's even sadder is that it's supposed to rain all day on Easter Sunday, too. Oh well. There is always next year to look forward to. Meanwhile, have a Good Friday, gang. Thanks for visiting! See ya.
When I was reading the headline in the Daily News online yesterday afternoon, they referred to Theodora as "Keith Richards' model daughter" and right away I was thinking, well, she's absolutely cute as a button but, I mean, she was arrested and one of the charges was illegal possession of prescription drugs, so how does that make her a 'model daughter'?
Then of course I realized they meant that she was a professional fashion model -- Doh!!
Okay!!
Yes, more rain today. That makes 3 1/2 days this week. Good Friday is one of my favorite holidays so it's always a bit of a let down for me when it rains on Good Friday. (By favorite holidays, I mean the symbolism of it; I don't get all excited because they killed Jesus or anything like that.) What's even sadder is that it's supposed to rain all day on Easter Sunday, too. Oh well. There is always next year to look forward to. Meanwhile, have a Good Friday, gang. Thanks for visiting! See ya.
April 17, 2011
Mornings around here
luffy (who was a rescue cat times 10 -- she had so many things wrong with her when she came to live on our porch as a stray kitten 5 years ago) (and if you should ever run into my ex, Mike, anywhere and ask him about Fluffy, he can tell you the exact amount of the several hundreds of dollars it cost us to "save that mangy alley cat"), anyway, Fluffy lost all 4 of her teeth this past winter. She's doing totally fine as a toothless cat, but now she has a lot of trouble grooming herself. Her long hair gets matted into these awful knots underneath her. I try, little by little, to help her out there, using a pair of small scissors and a brush, but she destroys my hands. Claws she's got! And they are incredibly sharp. She thinks we're playing, but when she finally really hooks me with one of her needle-sharp claws and won't let go, she gives me the oddest little look, like: "Why on earth are you screaming like that; is it part of the game???" To her, it's a real puzzler.
Well, that's how my lovely Sunday morning got underway today, gang. And I didn't sleep well last night. Full Moon stuff keeping my thoughts chasing their tails. What is it about "darkness" and "laying down in bed" that makes thoughts chase themselves? As soon as you get up and do something, even in the dark, it's much easier to get the noise to stop. But then I have 2 other cats who get really excited when they see me getting out of bed at any hour b/c then they assume it's time to be fed. So when my thoughts had calmed down a little and I went back to bed and fell asleep again, Buster started batting things off the dresser in an effort to get me out of bed again to go feed him. And the minute I so much as stirred, Bunny's lovely face was directly in my face, practically wondering aloud: "Are you up???"
So I gave up, got out of bed and fed everyone, including myself.
Some quick career updates. My reading & book signing in Paris is most likely going to take place on Thursday evening, Oct. 6th. One of my appearances in England will take place in London on Thursday evening, Oct. 13th.
In Paris, I'll be reading in French, from the French-language re-issue of my book Neptune & Surf. I will probably be reading from the novella titled Gianni's Girl. (Upon publication in 1999, Gianni's Girl was compared very enthusiastically to Scorsese's Good Fellas and Sergio Leone's Once Upon A Time In America -- so this gives you an idea that Gianni's Girl is perhaps Mob-related and violent; I'm sure it will sound less so in French, however!)
In London, I will be reading from my new novel Twilight of the Immortal as well as giving a talk about the great and intensely "out" lesbian Silent Film star, Alla Nazimova. She is a main character in the novel and I totally love her:
hings on the screenwriting front are still going quite well, and work on the new crime novel, The Violin Girl, is still going quite well. So I won't complain.
On the old-movie-watching front: Last night, for the first time since it was actually out in theaters (1988), I re-watched I'm Gonna Git You, Sucka. That movie is so fucking funny. Just too silly. Even after the movie was over and I turned out the lights and snuggled down into my terrifically snuggly pillows, I was still laughing. I mean, laughing -- all by myself there; tears were coming out of my eyes. For some stupid reason, I love that scene where they go into that bar and the singer on stage is singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" and she's just, like, totally going to town on it like it's the most meaningful song ever in the known history of the world. And she's wearing the most ridiculous dress...
Okay, I'm gonna git started around here, gang. The sun is out, at least for now, so I want to go take my walk!! Yay. Hope things are going good wherever you are. If not, well, hang in there, folks. One thing we know for certain around here: Time Changes Everything.
Well, that's how my lovely Sunday morning got underway today, gang. And I didn't sleep well last night. Full Moon stuff keeping my thoughts chasing their tails. What is it about "darkness" and "laying down in bed" that makes thoughts chase themselves? As soon as you get up and do something, even in the dark, it's much easier to get the noise to stop. But then I have 2 other cats who get really excited when they see me getting out of bed at any hour b/c then they assume it's time to be fed. So when my thoughts had calmed down a little and I went back to bed and fell asleep again, Buster started batting things off the dresser in an effort to get me out of bed again to go feed him. And the minute I so much as stirred, Bunny's lovely face was directly in my face, practically wondering aloud: "Are you up???"
So I gave up, got out of bed and fed everyone, including myself.
Some quick career updates. My reading & book signing in Paris is most likely going to take place on Thursday evening, Oct. 6th. One of my appearances in England will take place in London on Thursday evening, Oct. 13th.
In Paris, I'll be reading in French, from the French-language re-issue of my book Neptune & Surf. I will probably be reading from the novella titled Gianni's Girl. (Upon publication in 1999, Gianni's Girl was compared very enthusiastically to Scorsese's Good Fellas and Sergio Leone's Once Upon A Time In America -- so this gives you an idea that Gianni's Girl is perhaps Mob-related and violent; I'm sure it will sound less so in French, however!)
In London, I will be reading from my new novel Twilight of the Immortal as well as giving a talk about the great and intensely "out" lesbian Silent Film star, Alla Nazimova. She is a main character in the novel and I totally love her:
hings on the screenwriting front are still going quite well, and work on the new crime novel, The Violin Girl, is still going quite well. So I won't complain.
On the old-movie-watching front: Last night, for the first time since it was actually out in theaters (1988), I re-watched I'm Gonna Git You, Sucka. That movie is so fucking funny. Just too silly. Even after the movie was over and I turned out the lights and snuggled down into my terrifically snuggly pillows, I was still laughing. I mean, laughing -- all by myself there; tears were coming out of my eyes. For some stupid reason, I love that scene where they go into that bar and the singer on stage is singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" and she's just, like, totally going to town on it like it's the most meaningful song ever in the known history of the world. And she's wearing the most ridiculous dress...
Okay, I'm gonna git started around here, gang. The sun is out, at least for now, so I want to go take my walk!! Yay. Hope things are going good wherever you are. If not, well, hang in there, folks. One thing we know for certain around here: Time Changes Everything.
April 5, 2011
Oh, yes!
Another story sale this morning!
I love it when all I have to do is sit around on my quite comely behind and somewhere out there in the world -- k-ching! -- I've sold another story. Yay.
This is a re-sale of my classic erotic short stories "Anal" and "Swingers" (1998) under the combined title of "Chapters in a Past Life." A sale to an anniversary collection of classic erotica from England. I will give you more details at some later date. (You can go out and play, or something, in the meantime b/c when I say "later date" I mean , like, early 2012.)
Speaking of England (and Paris), I just want to re-iterate here that I am almost certainly doing public appearances in England and Paris in October. So if you will be living in England and/or Paris in October, or perhaps you will be moving to either or both of those places in October, put that into your mix of things to do while you unpack!
In Paris: the French-language edition of my 1999 book, Neptune & Surf, is being re-issued by La Musardine this fall and I will most likely be at their bookstore to do a signing and reading (en francais!!) of the new edition. It is being published as an "erotic classic" which of course thrills me. However, it will differ from the original 2001 Editions Blanche French-language edition in that this new book will not include the novella, The Mercy Cure. It only includes the novellas, Gianni's Girl and Neptune & Surf.
For some reason, the new publisher felt that The Mercy Cure, with its theme of ex-Lesbian nuns and the young-bisexual-orphan-girl-turned-nurse from the convent who awakens to her BDSM longings and whose storyline bounces constantly from the present to the past, the present to the past, the present to the past, was too complicated, or something along those lines! (Which is interesting b/c the old publisher used The Mercy Cure's BDSM-Catholic premise as the cover photo for the entire book.) But guess what, gang? I don't care! Just re-publish it! You can say that there was only a single paragraph in all of Neptune & Surf that you liked so you're only going to publish that one single paragraph (en francais! of course) and I will still be pleased as punch about it!! Seriously. When you get to be my lofty age and you wake-up in the morning wondering why you're still existing and then emails arrive from people from hither & yon still wanting to publish you, you instantly remember why you're still existing and you're just damn happy about all of it.
So, in a nutshell, if you are one of those baffling yet beloved collectors of my books, this is an edition you will want in your collection!! It will be unlike any of the other editions of Neptune & Surf so far. (There have been 6 so far...)
As "far" as England goes: we are thinking that I will be appearing in both Bristol and London, but I will not be the sole person at either of those apperances. There will be others who will be just as spectacular in their non-Marilyn-ness as I am in my Marilyn-ness. I can absolutely guarantee that. So I am very, very excited about the potential of all of it. I will keep you posted!!
Meanwhile, heavy sigh, I've got a heck of a lot of shit to do here today gang, so I gotta scoot. As always, thanks for visiting!!
I love it when all I have to do is sit around on my quite comely behind and somewhere out there in the world -- k-ching! -- I've sold another story. Yay.
This is a re-sale of my classic erotic short stories "Anal" and "Swingers" (1998) under the combined title of "Chapters in a Past Life." A sale to an anniversary collection of classic erotica from England. I will give you more details at some later date. (You can go out and play, or something, in the meantime b/c when I say "later date" I mean , like, early 2012.)
Speaking of England (and Paris), I just want to re-iterate here that I am almost certainly doing public appearances in England and Paris in October. So if you will be living in England and/or Paris in October, or perhaps you will be moving to either or both of those places in October, put that into your mix of things to do while you unpack!
In Paris: the French-language edition of my 1999 book, Neptune & Surf, is being re-issued by La Musardine this fall and I will most likely be at their bookstore to do a signing and reading (en francais!!) of the new edition. It is being published as an "erotic classic" which of course thrills me. However, it will differ from the original 2001 Editions Blanche French-language edition in that this new book will not include the novella, The Mercy Cure. It only includes the novellas, Gianni's Girl and Neptune & Surf.
For some reason, the new publisher felt that The Mercy Cure, with its theme of ex-Lesbian nuns and the young-bisexual-orphan-girl-turned-nurse from the convent who awakens to her BDSM longings and whose storyline bounces constantly from the present to the past, the present to the past, the present to the past, was too complicated, or something along those lines! (Which is interesting b/c the old publisher used The Mercy Cure's BDSM-Catholic premise as the cover photo for the entire book.) But guess what, gang? I don't care! Just re-publish it! You can say that there was only a single paragraph in all of Neptune & Surf that you liked so you're only going to publish that one single paragraph (en francais! of course) and I will still be pleased as punch about it!! Seriously. When you get to be my lofty age and you wake-up in the morning wondering why you're still existing and then emails arrive from people from hither & yon still wanting to publish you, you instantly remember why you're still existing and you're just damn happy about all of it.
So, in a nutshell, if you are one of those baffling yet beloved collectors of my books, this is an edition you will want in your collection!! It will be unlike any of the other editions of Neptune & Surf so far. (There have been 6 so far...)
As "far" as England goes: we are thinking that I will be appearing in both Bristol and London, but I will not be the sole person at either of those apperances. There will be others who will be just as spectacular in their non-Marilyn-ness as I am in my Marilyn-ness. I can absolutely guarantee that. So I am very, very excited about the potential of all of it. I will keep you posted!!
Meanwhile, heavy sigh, I've got a heck of a lot of shit to do here today gang, so I gotta scoot. As always, thanks for visiting!!
April 4, 2011
This is more like it! (sort of)
It's not even 6 AM yet and it is already 66 degrees Fahrenheit out there, gang! And it's going up to 72 today.
The catch??? Yes, thunderstorms and high winds expected. Which means I still won't be able to start back on my walks. Darn it.
(Good thing I have this blog, isn't it? Otherwise you wouldn't know what the god-damned weather report was around here everyday.) (And speaking of my blog, in the unlikely event that you are a hardcore reader of all 4 of my blogs, you will by now have noticed that all four of them are running the same content daily. It's the only way to keep from going insane, gang. The good news, though, is that I dropped the wordpress blog and the facebook blog a long time ago.) (My wordpress blog was the most fun one! I wrote under a cute pen name and had links to all my favorite YouPorn videos!!) (That girl in the green sweater on her desk in the office -- wow! She was the best!! That was quite a long time ago, though.)
Okay. Enough with the parentheses. You know how hard it is to get me to stop once I get going with those!
My phone chat with my ex-husband, Wayne, went splendidly yesterday. I am so psyched to get back at the crime novel (The Violin Girl). He had such great advice. And he really only suggested 3 minor changes. It really helped give me clarity about why it wasn't working and also why it was working. It's always inspiring when someone really likes what you're writing and wants to see more right away, you know?
As far as the aborted spring cleaning... I'm not even going to discuss it, gang. I spent most of the weekend getting some online promotional stuff in place for my newest novel Twilight of the Immortal. At some point the house will be clean again. I know it will. Mom is coming for Easter Sunday so certainly by then it will be clean!! (It would also help my energy-level if I was just permanently on West Coast time. All these conference calls from L.A. really wreak havoc on my body clock.)
Remember when I was going to keep my life simple??? I think there were about 4 days of that, back in, like, early 2001. I remember I was crossing an intersection at W. 98th Street and West End Avenue, heading home, thinking to myself, "Gosh, life has gotten so simple; I like this feeling."
Then, that was it.
Well, I was actually toying with seeing Rango again this afternoon. For some happy reason I have acquired several free gift cards for AMC movie theaters and Rango is the only thing playing there that I want to see. (There are other movies I want to see, but they are all at the Drexel, the art house cinema where I don't happen to have a ton of free gift cards.)
However. The popcorn machine got screwy at the AMC theater yesterday and set off the ceiling sprinklers! So I don't think I'm going to be able to go. Most people probably think that seeing Rango twice in a month is enough. But you know, it isn't just the movie; for me I really need to just go disappear and turn off the world for awhile & stop thinking so much, and for some reason I have always loved doing that in movie theaters. I have always been that way. Unfortunately, movie ticket prices being what they are now, it's kind of impossible to do that anymore. Which is why gift cards to movie theaters are a real godsend for me! (Which is why they should have more movies at AMC that I actually want to see!) As gifts, I prefer movie gift cards over, like, you know, diamonds and furs. (Although I do love receiving flowers!! So that's a bit of a toss-up. If you're pondering whether to give me movie theater gift cards or flowers, you're on your own, folks. But trust that I will be just thrilled to receive either one!!)
Okay, we'll see how today pans out. I might just work on the new novel. The only thing I know for sure is that I'm meeting my cousin for coffee at 2:45 PM Eastern Time. The rest is up to destiny!!
See ya, gang. Hope Monday brings you some great stuff. Thanks for visiting!
The catch??? Yes, thunderstorms and high winds expected. Which means I still won't be able to start back on my walks. Darn it.
(Good thing I have this blog, isn't it? Otherwise you wouldn't know what the god-damned weather report was around here everyday.) (And speaking of my blog, in the unlikely event that you are a hardcore reader of all 4 of my blogs, you will by now have noticed that all four of them are running the same content daily. It's the only way to keep from going insane, gang. The good news, though, is that I dropped the wordpress blog and the facebook blog a long time ago.) (My wordpress blog was the most fun one! I wrote under a cute pen name and had links to all my favorite YouPorn videos!!) (That girl in the green sweater on her desk in the office -- wow! She was the best!! That was quite a long time ago, though.)
Okay. Enough with the parentheses. You know how hard it is to get me to stop once I get going with those!
My phone chat with my ex-husband, Wayne, went splendidly yesterday. I am so psyched to get back at the crime novel (The Violin Girl). He had such great advice. And he really only suggested 3 minor changes. It really helped give me clarity about why it wasn't working and also why it was working. It's always inspiring when someone really likes what you're writing and wants to see more right away, you know?
As far as the aborted spring cleaning... I'm not even going to discuss it, gang. I spent most of the weekend getting some online promotional stuff in place for my newest novel Twilight of the Immortal. At some point the house will be clean again. I know it will. Mom is coming for Easter Sunday so certainly by then it will be clean!! (It would also help my energy-level if I was just permanently on West Coast time. All these conference calls from L.A. really wreak havoc on my body clock.)
Remember when I was going to keep my life simple??? I think there were about 4 days of that, back in, like, early 2001. I remember I was crossing an intersection at W. 98th Street and West End Avenue, heading home, thinking to myself, "Gosh, life has gotten so simple; I like this feeling."
Then, that was it.
Well, I was actually toying with seeing Rango again this afternoon. For some happy reason I have acquired several free gift cards for AMC movie theaters and Rango is the only thing playing there that I want to see. (There are other movies I want to see, but they are all at the Drexel, the art house cinema where I don't happen to have a ton of free gift cards.)
However. The popcorn machine got screwy at the AMC theater yesterday and set off the ceiling sprinklers! So I don't think I'm going to be able to go. Most people probably think that seeing Rango twice in a month is enough. But you know, it isn't just the movie; for me I really need to just go disappear and turn off the world for awhile & stop thinking so much, and for some reason I have always loved doing that in movie theaters. I have always been that way. Unfortunately, movie ticket prices being what they are now, it's kind of impossible to do that anymore. Which is why gift cards to movie theaters are a real godsend for me! (Which is why they should have more movies at AMC that I actually want to see!) As gifts, I prefer movie gift cards over, like, you know, diamonds and furs. (Although I do love receiving flowers!! So that's a bit of a toss-up. If you're pondering whether to give me movie theater gift cards or flowers, you're on your own, folks. But trust that I will be just thrilled to receive either one!!)
Okay, we'll see how today pans out. I might just work on the new novel. The only thing I know for sure is that I'm meeting my cousin for coffee at 2:45 PM Eastern Time. The rest is up to destiny!!
See ya, gang. Hope Monday brings you some great stuff. Thanks for visiting!
April 3, 2011
Full Disclosure!
Okay, apparently I really only was "just saying it" regarding resuming the spring cleaning yesterday. (See post from yesterday below.)
Man, I didn't even come close to lifting a finger around here.
I basically spent the entire day laying on the bed reading Raymond Chandler. Until my eyes simply could not focus anymore. God, he is so addicting, even though I've read all these books before. I need to quote him for you. From The Little Sister (1949):
She held this doohickey in a black gauntleted glove and stared at me out of depthless black eyes that had no laughter in them now. "Do you want to go to bed with me?"
"Most anyone would. But let's leave sex out of this for now."
"I do not draw a very sharp line between business and sex," she said evenly. "And you cannot humiliate me. Sex is a net with which I catch fools..."
This is what I'm going to start saying on dates! It's sort of invigorating, right? (I mean, imagining that I will ever go out on another date again as long as I live...)
The good news, gang!!
A few days ago, I sent my ex-husband in NYC, Wayne, the first few chapters of my new crime novel, The Violin Girl; the book that I was planning to scrap and begin over from the beginning. Wayne is a crime fiction addict. Really & truly. He's read them all. Specifically, I am trying to write a hardboiled crime fiction novel, around 200 pages, maybe less. (The link explains what hardboiled crime fiction is, if you don't know the term.)
Well, his initial response was: "So far, so good." That I was nailing it. Yay. He said that he wanted to read it again and would get back to me probably today with more feedback.
Gosh, that was so good to hear. I have really been feeling lost with this book. And I have to write it for a very specific reason -- I'm not just hanging out, thinking, "Hey, why don't I drop everything and write a short, hardboiled crime fiction novel? I'm 50 now; it's time!" ha ha ha
So I feel good about that!!
(That's one totally self-serving thing I miss about about being married: "Honey, could you please read this thing I just wrote and tell me what you think?" And then, presto, he drops everything, reads it and tells me what he thinks!)
Now I have to resort to badgering my family on the phone.
Ring ring ring...[voice message thingie picks up]: "We're not able to come to the phone right now...." etc., etc.; ad infinitum.
ME: "Hi, it's me. I'm really sorry to bother you again, but I'm emailing you some new pages right now. When you get home and have a chance and get online, could you please take a look at them and call me back and tell me what you think? Thank you!!"
CLICK.
ME: [waiting sort of patiently until who knows when.]
However, they do always get back to me and tell me what they think. I just kind of like the instantaneous version of life a little better. Husbands are really good for the instantaneous versions because they're almost always in the next room. However, most of the husbands I've had have found me a teensy-tiny bit kind of annoying to live with after awhile.
THEM: "Marilyn, I'm trying to do something here."
ME: "I know, okay, but -- this will just take a second. Just this little part here. Could you just read this part here again and ..." etc., etc., etc.
THEM: [Heavy sigh]
When I was living with Mikey Rivera and writing my erotic novel Freak Parade, the only input he was willing to give me was one time when I needed to make sure all my dirty words in Spanish were correct.
ME: "Papi, read this part here in Spanish. Did I get this right?"
HIM [reading; eyes popping out of his head]: "Baby, what the hell are you writing about???"
ME: "You."
HIM: [Blushes; leaves house.]
Okay, well, gang, on all these merry notes...
The sun is SUPER shining today so I'm hoping to get one of my walks in later. I might actually do some cleaning here today, too. I simply just don't know. I cannot commit! I will surely keep you posted, though!! Meanwhile have a great Sunday, gang, wherever you are and whatever it is that you avoid doing!! Farewell, my lovelies!!
Man, I didn't even come close to lifting a finger around here.
I basically spent the entire day laying on the bed reading Raymond Chandler. Until my eyes simply could not focus anymore. God, he is so addicting, even though I've read all these books before. I need to quote him for you. From The Little Sister (1949):
She held this doohickey in a black gauntleted glove and stared at me out of depthless black eyes that had no laughter in them now. "Do you want to go to bed with me?"
"Most anyone would. But let's leave sex out of this for now."
"I do not draw a very sharp line between business and sex," she said evenly. "And you cannot humiliate me. Sex is a net with which I catch fools..."
This is what I'm going to start saying on dates! It's sort of invigorating, right? (I mean, imagining that I will ever go out on another date again as long as I live...)
The good news, gang!!
A few days ago, I sent my ex-husband in NYC, Wayne, the first few chapters of my new crime novel, The Violin Girl; the book that I was planning to scrap and begin over from the beginning. Wayne is a crime fiction addict. Really & truly. He's read them all. Specifically, I am trying to write a hardboiled crime fiction novel, around 200 pages, maybe less. (The link explains what hardboiled crime fiction is, if you don't know the term.)
Well, his initial response was: "So far, so good." That I was nailing it. Yay. He said that he wanted to read it again and would get back to me probably today with more feedback.
Gosh, that was so good to hear. I have really been feeling lost with this book. And I have to write it for a very specific reason -- I'm not just hanging out, thinking, "Hey, why don't I drop everything and write a short, hardboiled crime fiction novel? I'm 50 now; it's time!" ha ha ha
So I feel good about that!!
(That's one totally self-serving thing I miss about about being married: "Honey, could you please read this thing I just wrote and tell me what you think?" And then, presto, he drops everything, reads it and tells me what he thinks!)
Now I have to resort to badgering my family on the phone.
Ring ring ring...[voice message thingie picks up]: "We're not able to come to the phone right now...." etc., etc.; ad infinitum.
ME: "Hi, it's me. I'm really sorry to bother you again, but I'm emailing you some new pages right now. When you get home and have a chance and get online, could you please take a look at them and call me back and tell me what you think? Thank you!!"
CLICK.
ME: [waiting sort of patiently until who knows when.]
However, they do always get back to me and tell me what they think. I just kind of like the instantaneous version of life a little better. Husbands are really good for the instantaneous versions because they're almost always in the next room. However, most of the husbands I've had have found me a teensy-tiny bit kind of annoying to live with after awhile.
THEM: "Marilyn, I'm trying to do something here."
ME: "I know, okay, but -- this will just take a second. Just this little part here. Could you just read this part here again and ..." etc., etc., etc.
THEM: [Heavy sigh]
When I was living with Mikey Rivera and writing my erotic novel Freak Parade, the only input he was willing to give me was one time when I needed to make sure all my dirty words in Spanish were correct.
ME: "Papi, read this part here in Spanish. Did I get this right?"
HIM [reading; eyes popping out of his head]: "Baby, what the hell are you writing about???"
ME: "You."
HIM: [Blushes; leaves house.]
Okay, well, gang, on all these merry notes...
The sun is SUPER shining today so I'm hoping to get one of my walks in later. I might actually do some cleaning here today, too. I simply just don't know. I cannot commit! I will surely keep you posted, though!! Meanwhile have a great Sunday, gang, wherever you are and whatever it is that you avoid doing!! Farewell, my lovelies!!
December 29, 2010
Now what? besides coffee...
Well, sadly, Monday night I finished Keith's book at last. Wow. Did I love that escape for 550 pages or so.
Then, yesterday, I moved on to finally reading that last interview with John Lennon that came out in Rolling Stone this month. It has been sitting in my living room since it arrived in the mail. I didn't have the nerve to read it. That day he died was so traumatizing for me. I had only been living in New York for 3 weeks by then. I was 20 years old. New York City was a truly dismal and dangerous place back in those years -- the city was trying to come back from having gone bankrupt; violent crime was very high; garbage was everywhere. Drugs, drugs, drugs; and booze & sex everywhere, too. This was pre-AIDS; right on the precipice of the onslaught of the catastrophe. (Plus, when I moved there on November 15, 1980 -- that was the coldest winter they'd had at that point since 1918.) New York City in 1980 was nothing like what it is today. Those were such intense times for me when I first moved there. I had managed to get involved with a hitman for the Mob, he had already gotten me pregnant & I was broke and living in this condemned shell of a building that had no heat, and then one of my heroes, John Lennon, the man who basically taught me to think, gets murdered. All in 3 weeks!! It felt like an entire separate lifetime, but it was only 3 weeks.
I was not eager to dive into that issue of Rolling Stone and risk feeling too much of it come alive, you know? But since I have got to confront it all in my memoir & turn it into poetry somehow, well...
The interview is great, however. So great. I'm glad that I'm 50 and reading it now and that they had chosen not to publish it right after he was killed. The irony of a lot of what Lennon says would have been too much for me back then. But what a great and charming and revealing interview. He was really finally getting some peace, it seems. Some clarity. A return to grace.
When I was eleven, my life began. That was when I bought the little paperback book Lennon Remembers. Rolling Stone magazine had published it. It was the interview they had done with him in two parts back in early 1970. They reprinted the entire interview as a little paperback book. I bought it at a little drugstore in a strip mall near my house. I was a huge John Lennon fan. Well, I loved the Beatles and the Monkees, first -- in the 60s. Then I loved only Paul McCartney. Then Donny Osmond & David Cassidy. Then, when I was eleven, I became fixated on John Lennon.
Lennon Remembers was a little paperback that truly changed my whole world. Not only did he talk from a POV that I totally & completely -- let's say viscerally -- related to; he was also an artist and at that point in my life I knew that there was something alarmingly different about me, but I didn't know yet that it was because I was an artist. When Lennon talked about the things he felt when he was growing up; how he felt, how the world felt to him, all his angst & agony and confusion & pain, I was like -- wait, wait; this is me!
No one else had ever talked about it before. My parents were always at odds with me about this nebulous angst I had, since the time I was about 8 or 9. I knew there was something different about me and I would scream at my parents to try to help me figure it out. But they were both clueless and a little scared, I think, because they'd adopted me and they maybe thought I meant that I felt different because I'd been adopted. But what I was trying to tell them (at pretty high-pitched volumes sometimes) was that something drastically different was going on inside me. That none of my other little girlfriends could relate to me, at all, in that regard. When I would try to talk to my friends about all this intense STUFF that was in my head when we were all about 8, they looked at me like I was from Mars, you know? It was scary to me. Isolating. Alienating.
Lennon Remembers finally showed me the path I was on; I was an artist. I was already a musician and a writer. But by then, I was still only 11 and it was, like, uh-oh; this can't be good... but at the same time, it was orgasmic, you know? In the sense of the soul being liberated finally, I mean.
Lennon also talked a lot about Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones (among a ton of other people), so then I needed to find out all about Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones, too. It was really the beginning of my whole life.
A little bit later, in 1972 I think, Rolling Stone reprinted their massive interview with Keith Richards, as well. They'd done the interview with Robert Greenfield back in 1971 (August, I think?). Well, that was the second most astounding interview I ever read in my entire life. Keith is a really intelligent man. I needed a complete cultural dictionary to read that interview with him back when I was 12, you know? It was truly astounding -- the world as Keith saw it. It was so over my head.
I consider myself blessed to have found men like them, men who were such iconoclastic thinkers when I was only 11 & 12 years old. That's when I first got it into my head that if I could find my biological father, he would understand me. Sixteen years later, I did find him, at last, and he did understand me, as no one else ever had; he was an artist, too. He played blues guitar; he wrote songs -- it was redemption & release; it completed me as an artist, or so I believed.
It wasn't until a few years later, when I saw the Tim Burton movie, Ed Wood, that the sky cracked open and fell on me. I still am not sure what happened but something within that movie made it crystal clear to me that I was still not on the right path, but the path I needed to be on was truly terrifying. Truly. Leaving all the music behind and becoming a pornographer. I became an insomniac and a chain smoker and a heavy drinker. Ed Wood, as odd as it seems, was my Garden of Gethsemane; it really was. It was down to me & God, and God was saying, "Marilyn, I really want you to do this; trust me," and I was like, you've got to be kidding... but I was a believer and so I trusted God and became a pornogrpaher and my whole world exploded; it came ALIVE, you know? Destiny crashed into me. (And then, as luck would have it, I discovered I was no longer a monotheist... but that's a whole other ballgame.)
Anyway. Yes, I loved the "lost" Lennon interview. It was bittersweet but not traumatizing. And now, my friends, the two men who set me off on this fantastic path called LIFE have had their say (Keith's memoir and Lennon's last interview) and I have to tackle my own life now, in the sense of writing Manhattan, Mon Amour, I mean. Coffee is absolutely required. See ya, gang!
Then, yesterday, I moved on to finally reading that last interview with John Lennon that came out in Rolling Stone this month. It has been sitting in my living room since it arrived in the mail. I didn't have the nerve to read it. That day he died was so traumatizing for me. I had only been living in New York for 3 weeks by then. I was 20 years old. New York City was a truly dismal and dangerous place back in those years -- the city was trying to come back from having gone bankrupt; violent crime was very high; garbage was everywhere. Drugs, drugs, drugs; and booze & sex everywhere, too. This was pre-AIDS; right on the precipice of the onslaught of the catastrophe. (Plus, when I moved there on November 15, 1980 -- that was the coldest winter they'd had at that point since 1918.) New York City in 1980 was nothing like what it is today. Those were such intense times for me when I first moved there. I had managed to get involved with a hitman for the Mob, he had already gotten me pregnant & I was broke and living in this condemned shell of a building that had no heat, and then one of my heroes, John Lennon, the man who basically taught me to think, gets murdered. All in 3 weeks!! It felt like an entire separate lifetime, but it was only 3 weeks.
I was not eager to dive into that issue of Rolling Stone and risk feeling too much of it come alive, you know? But since I have got to confront it all in my memoir & turn it into poetry somehow, well...
The interview is great, however. So great. I'm glad that I'm 50 and reading it now and that they had chosen not to publish it right after he was killed. The irony of a lot of what Lennon says would have been too much for me back then. But what a great and charming and revealing interview. He was really finally getting some peace, it seems. Some clarity. A return to grace.
When I was eleven, my life began. That was when I bought the little paperback book Lennon Remembers. Rolling Stone magazine had published it. It was the interview they had done with him in two parts back in early 1970. They reprinted the entire interview as a little paperback book. I bought it at a little drugstore in a strip mall near my house. I was a huge John Lennon fan. Well, I loved the Beatles and the Monkees, first -- in the 60s. Then I loved only Paul McCartney. Then Donny Osmond & David Cassidy. Then, when I was eleven, I became fixated on John Lennon.
Lennon Remembers was a little paperback that truly changed my whole world. Not only did he talk from a POV that I totally & completely -- let's say viscerally -- related to; he was also an artist and at that point in my life I knew that there was something alarmingly different about me, but I didn't know yet that it was because I was an artist. When Lennon talked about the things he felt when he was growing up; how he felt, how the world felt to him, all his angst & agony and confusion & pain, I was like -- wait, wait; this is me!
No one else had ever talked about it before. My parents were always at odds with me about this nebulous angst I had, since the time I was about 8 or 9. I knew there was something different about me and I would scream at my parents to try to help me figure it out. But they were both clueless and a little scared, I think, because they'd adopted me and they maybe thought I meant that I felt different because I'd been adopted. But what I was trying to tell them (at pretty high-pitched volumes sometimes) was that something drastically different was going on inside me. That none of my other little girlfriends could relate to me, at all, in that regard. When I would try to talk to my friends about all this intense STUFF that was in my head when we were all about 8, they looked at me like I was from Mars, you know? It was scary to me. Isolating. Alienating.
Lennon Remembers finally showed me the path I was on; I was an artist. I was already a musician and a writer. But by then, I was still only 11 and it was, like, uh-oh; this can't be good... but at the same time, it was orgasmic, you know? In the sense of the soul being liberated finally, I mean.
Lennon also talked a lot about Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones (among a ton of other people), so then I needed to find out all about Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones, too. It was really the beginning of my whole life.
A little bit later, in 1972 I think, Rolling Stone reprinted their massive interview with Keith Richards, as well. They'd done the interview with Robert Greenfield back in 1971 (August, I think?). Well, that was the second most astounding interview I ever read in my entire life. Keith is a really intelligent man. I needed a complete cultural dictionary to read that interview with him back when I was 12, you know? It was truly astounding -- the world as Keith saw it. It was so over my head.
I consider myself blessed to have found men like them, men who were such iconoclastic thinkers when I was only 11 & 12 years old. That's when I first got it into my head that if I could find my biological father, he would understand me. Sixteen years later, I did find him, at last, and he did understand me, as no one else ever had; he was an artist, too. He played blues guitar; he wrote songs -- it was redemption & release; it completed me as an artist, or so I believed.
It wasn't until a few years later, when I saw the Tim Burton movie, Ed Wood, that the sky cracked open and fell on me. I still am not sure what happened but something within that movie made it crystal clear to me that I was still not on the right path, but the path I needed to be on was truly terrifying. Truly. Leaving all the music behind and becoming a pornographer. I became an insomniac and a chain smoker and a heavy drinker. Ed Wood, as odd as it seems, was my Garden of Gethsemane; it really was. It was down to me & God, and God was saying, "Marilyn, I really want you to do this; trust me," and I was like, you've got to be kidding... but I was a believer and so I trusted God and became a pornogrpaher and my whole world exploded; it came ALIVE, you know? Destiny crashed into me. (And then, as luck would have it, I discovered I was no longer a monotheist... but that's a whole other ballgame.)
Anyway. Yes, I loved the "lost" Lennon interview. It was bittersweet but not traumatizing. And now, my friends, the two men who set me off on this fantastic path called LIFE have had their say (Keith's memoir and Lennon's last interview) and I have to tackle my own life now, in the sense of writing Manhattan, Mon Amour, I mean. Coffee is absolutely required. See ya, gang!
