January 9th, 2006


Me Too

I've seen it in almost every one of my friends' blogs. I've heard it from friends and family who don't have blogs. Everybody's unfocused, uncommunicative, lacking motivation/direction/purpose.


I haven't posted all that much lately because, when it comes right down to it, there are things I'm doing lately that I'm just not all that sure you'd understand give a flying rat's ass about. It seems like the things in my life since about Thanksgiving are of two types - either they're so goddamned boring that I don't WANT to record them for posterity, or they're so personal (read: whiny) that I would be embarrassed to have even one other person read them.

The strange part is that I read everyone else's entries and I know that it's highly unlikely that I'm going to remember any of them. In the end, you'd be surprised what you forget. There is a new tragedy somewhere every single day. Somebody's always writing a book or giving a speech or painting a picture that they hope will haunt your memory until you die, but the human mind is only capable of holding 5-7 (+/- 2) separate pieces of information at a time, so it's unlikely that I'm going to remember any single blog entry, just like I'm incapable of remembering the exact contents of a single letter I've ever received.

I feel bad, but not really.

I think that what this means is that, for a while, I'm moving to a more reality-based model. I am in the mood to spend more time with my friends. To see their faces and hear them tell me jokes. I am in the mood to leave my house and spend time with other people. Not that it's likely to happen, but for a while, if I'm feeling lousy, it'll be because of my inability to see people enough.

Just so you know.

Best Rejection EVER.

So, I entered my story "Bakery Angel" in a number of contests back in October, and I got this amazing rejection today:

Dear [Junglemonkee],

Blah blah blah form rejection blah blah blah send you your complimentary copy with your story prominently NOT in it blah blah blah thanks for your support....

And then...handwritten at the bottom:

I really love this story. The imagery of a bakery full of angels baking themselves into healing baked goods was very moving. Your story made it into our finalist round, and if I had my way, would have been published. But, alas, some people just don't know genius when they see it. Keep up the fantastic writing.


I was almost moved to tears by this.