Talked to my apartment management company for the first time today. Dear god they suck and are totally evil. But, as per usual, everything is fine in its way.
Speaking (emailing) with my eternal long lost friend. I am amazed by many things, among them, how clear I've become. It's a little terrifying, but not more so than how unclear I used to be.
Yesterday I submitted an old story of mine to a podcasting magazine, because hey, re-sales!
I also finished the Aarts & Leisure chapter and managed to work in a lot of little shoutouts to fandom, if folks are paying attention.
All this and dance class.
As usual, Germans owe me money. I'm really stressed about it, although I don't need to be yet, I think that's an outgrowth of having to talk to the lease people today, but all is well. Possibly the general lack of sleep and more radio-silence from my publisher/editor than I've come to expect.
I am listening over and over again to the Royal Scotch Quadrille recording I got at dance class the other day. Figure 4 in particular, which is to the tune of "The Morgan Rattler" and has an epic sorrow to it somehow interlaid with this spritely pastoral feel. I can't explain it, but I think it suits me, and my feeling of narrative and general largeness very, very well. If you're interested in the recording, go to
http://www.blank.org/susan -- it's cheap and it's faaaabulous.
I just found out a girl I was in Miss Milligan's 3rd Grade Class Presents Animal Farm with is going to be on Broadway. And I don't feel sick or jealous or full of personal justifications about why it's not me. Probably, because I simply don't have time to be jealous. But it's nice. Maybe something has snapped in me finally. I mean, maybe I really can be a jack of all trades. Hey, and I can use my book royalties to pay the Actor's Equity initiation fee!
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