Chabon Crush update: It is in full force. Last night I listened to him read from Manhood for Amateurs, and he was funny and wise and self-effacing and charming and… you know? Don’t get me started on MC. My adoration knows no bounds… Okay, actually it does. I did not wear my sequined, neon I love MC t-shirt, or scream like a crazed Beatles fan throughout his reading, or plant one on him just as our picture was snapped. (Hmmm, didn’t think of that before this.) I did, however, manage to say ten or so coherent words to him. I don’t remember what they were. I’m assuming they were coherent because he did not look perplexed, but to be honest, when he said my name, I sort of lost track of the whole thing.
Nano update: More on this Monday, but after an amazing Thursday, I’m now behind again. There is a hashtag on Twitter. #nanopanic. I am afflicted. (Getting busy right after I write this post. I may paste these words into my Nano manuscript and pretend that my main character has a blog called Zebra Sounds, and not a lot going on.)
D Update: He’s better but not well. The fever is down, and that, as I understand it, is sort of the main thing. So… yay for your healing thoughts! (And, sadly, no “I have swine flu how can I write a novel in 30 days” excuse for me.)
In light of the facts, though, I am off to nano. (Maybe you could switch those healing thoughts to wordy, expository, colorful, profound thoughts and send them my way.)
P.S. My crush is so smart he used bemused and nonplussed in the same sentence – both of them correctly. *Swooning!*
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I am happy that you actually got a few words out and that you feel they were coherent.
And now . . . . “Go J! Go J! Today is another day!”
“bemused & nonplussed”… I gotta admit, I have never used those words. I’m gonna have to start looking up such words and incorporate them into my vocabulary…
Don’t know if I can be so genius to use both of them in the same sentence though…
wait…I think my screen is broken…. you didn’t think about “planting one on him” until AFTER the shutter clicked?
:0)
and as far as NaNo
go j go….!!!
Nano-break. (But, I am kicking ass today. 1500 words down with a goal of 2000 for the day.)
Terre, Thank you! Your Chabon-nano combined encouragement is like a super Flintstones vitamin baby! (I always wanted to dress as Wilma for Halloween. Please remind me of that next year. If I do zombie Wilma, you’ll probably be willing to party with me!)
TPM, If you attempt to use bemused and nonplussed in a single sentence, please write it to me. I will feel loved. It would be better than flowers and chocolate. (This is J on nano.)
Karen, I know! Sheesh! My timing is always just a little off. Still though. Ten words. By the time he comes around again, I’ll have committed TPM’s nonplussed/bemused sentence to memory and will be using that to dazzle the big man. (Actually, MC is not a big man. Just in my eyes.)
Saturday, November 7, Point Reyes Books —- 7:30 pm
Monday, November 9, Herbst Theatre —- 8:00 pm
Tuesday, November 10, Standford Univ. —- 7:00 pm
Thursday, November 12, A Good Place For Books —- 7:00 pm
Saturday, January 30, 2010, Jewish Federation —- 7:00
Thursday, March 18, 2010, UC Berkeley —- 7:00 pm
Thursday, October 7, 2010, San Mateo Library —- 5:30 pm
Just making sure you have a handy reference guide of Chabon’s local schedule! I say we get everyone together and make it a ZS field trip!!
Ummm, no photo?
Bobby, Haha! You’re awesome! I could get us all orange ZS t-shirts so we can keep track of each other, and we’ll ride the bus, and because we’re not five years old we’ll have wine instead of juice with our graham crackers! Woo-hoo!
Linda, the camera didn’t flash. I have a picture from the last time I saw him, when he signed Yiddish for me… We’re both a year younger and look better in that one anyway. ;-)
hindsight moment….
“hi, this is Judy Clement Wall and I am standing here with Michael Chabon. Tell me Mikey, with your vast writing experience do you think my hair looks better straight or when I leave wavy?!?!….”
Yep, could have been a cool video blog entry for mondays! ha!
Bobby, I vow never to do a video blog for which the subject is my hair. (I have some standards!)
Hindsight is so 20/20. I can’t count the times I could have “planted one” and didn’t.
When Bruce Campbell came to Fresno to do a book signing, I thought I’d be the only one to show up (he’s my dirty little secret). As it turned out there are other sickos in the world besides myself and the line to meet him ran out the door and snaked through the outdoor mall three blocks long. And I was at the end of it.
After an hour I got out of line and walked to the entrance and smashed my face up against the window. He must have felt the mind melds I was sending him and he glanced over at me, squished faced and steaming up the windows.
He smiled and I smittenly drove home without my signed book but a relief in a sense that I would have made a bigger fool of myself if I got to meet him.
Tricia, Will you still love me if I admit to having had to look up Bruce Campbell? (Though I recognized him right away, so… yay me!) I love that story. I would have felt successful with that.
And, true confessions… Apparently not everyone can see the wonders of Michael Chabon as clearly as I can. His line only went to the door. Not out it and around the corner.
Love you even more. I was afraid you’d say you were there, first in line–camped out from the day before. Thank God. I’m a recovering weirdo and that would have been opening my “Army of Weirdness”.
It’s a sorry state of affairs when Bruce Campbell can generate more traffic by his success as a B-movie actor and a B-book writer with average looks than a literary hunk of a gorgeous talented author. Come on … “If Chins Could Kill” ? and “Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way” ? I should be ashamed to say I was there.
I blame it all on Fresno. We never get any quality author signings by greats such as M.C. Tell him if he comes, I’ll be first in line, waiting, in my sleeping bag.
That’s funny because The Boy was making fun of me wanting to leave an hour ahead of time to make sure I made it for the first MC utterings, and I said, “Hey. I am showing restraint. It’s not like I got my sleeping bag and camped out in front of Rakestraw books.”
I think someone needs to write something entitled “Opening My Army Of Weirdness.”