FIRST, For Beloveds Far and Near: Check out this interview I did with Tom Franklin (Crooked Letter Crooked Letter) and Beth Ann Fennelly (Great With Child) about their new novel THE TILTED WORLD. This is an excellent, entertaining, gorgeous book about how these bright, fragile, hopeful threads of human connection spin out and entwine, even in a world where all that is beloved can be washed away in a moment.
Is anyone else amused that the first time I get asked to do an “Amazon 1 on 1,” there are three people involved? I think this shows an almost EPIC dedication to being bad at math.
MEANWHILE— Still trying to work out my social media. Scott has always been my tech guy, but he stops at WEBSITE. He has a Facebook profile that he looks at once every three months. He has a twitter account with NO followers, he has yet to tweet, and he follows exactly two entities: Me and the Mars Rover.
He didn’t even get the Tweeter until the Mars Rover started mouthing off. (It’s @marscuriosity, if you want to follow. I think the ROVER ITSELF is speaking in the first person, which I hope is true. If I am wrong, do not tell me. I love it.)
He did not wait to join because he likes the Rover MORE than he likes me, but rather, as he says, “I hear you tweet every day.”
He means singing. I have a disconcerting habit of narrating my life via tuneless warbling. It happens when I feel silly and happy, which is FINE, but sometimes it ALSO happens when I flip my eyeballs inward to see the book I am making in my brain. This is when it is a problem, because at those times, I do not even know I am doing it. It can happen at HUGELY inappropriate moments.
Example: You know Scott and I are gamers, right? (We are currently playing NEVERWINTER, if you game) Well, back when we played World of Warcraft, if your character was a Warlock you could drop down a green thing on the ground. Look left and you will see what it looks like. Kinda like an evil toilet, yes? And if I clicked on it, my character got a round thing that looked like a MINT in her backpack, and eating it would give health points back.
Our friends with Warlock characters dropped these frequently; I LOVEDIT. Those mints were often the difference between success and death. I made up a little happiness song that I sang every time some kind warlock made one of these fountains.
One day, I was in Target with MY WHOLE FAMILY, picking through a bunch of glassware on a sale endcap, and I had a novel idea twisting about in my brain. It got interesting. SO interesting that I lost track of the reality around me. I phased out, disappearing into an imaginary Georgia mountain town inside my head, staring slack-jawed at a glass I didn’t want to buy even though it was a dollar.
I snapped out of it when Scott gently touched my shoulder. I saw my family allllllll staring at me. Scott, amused. Sam, nonplussed. Maisy Jane, praying for God to open the earth and let it swallow her. Behind them, passing shoppers were glancing askance and then speeding up and rushing their carts quickly away.
I realized I was singing My World of Warcraft happy song. OUT LOUD. Out VERY LOUD with all sorts of verbal flourishes, right there in Target.
Only louder. And OVER AND OVER. I was on endless repeat. I would probably still be there staring at the glass and repeating it if Scott hadn’t given me a shake. In the Target.
Okay fellow Art Farts, ‘fess up. Is this just me? Or do you ever get so IN YOUR HEAD that you don’t know what your body and mouth are doing?
Mine get away from me. If you have ever done this, NOW is the time to tell me, as I can’t believe I just put that song on the internet. I could use some Crazy Person Solidarity here.