August 1, 2005
The Net Value of this Disjointed Blog is = or > 2,000 Words
A true story about Cover to Cover, the GPR/NPR show I was on last night: I remember several years ago, say, four or five, I went to hear the host speak at a meeting of the Georgia Writer's Association. He was very charming and funny (and I had long liked the program), and I sat in the audience with a couple hundred or so other striving, aspiring, wedded-to-this-crazed-idea-of-a-career-as-a-novelist writers, and we were all glowing and jostling and bouncing slightly in our seats because we all knew we would be next, our books would be bought and published and set the world on fire and etc. He was talking about all the writers he had met, and what made a good guest, and I turned to my friend Jill and whispered, "I'm going to be on his show one day." And she said, "I know you are, Bunny Rabbit." I felt patronized and said, "No, but really. I am. I mean it. Betcha. I WILL BE ON THAT SHOW." And she said, "Bunny Rabbit. I know." And I realized she meant it.
AND...last night I WAS on the show! (If you missed it, they will rebroadcast next week and then still later after that you will be able to listen to the tape over the web--I'll shoot you some linky love when it gets closer) The moral is, obviously, that Jill is nice. And the other moral is, nothing builds confidence like a friend who will call you Bunny Rabbit with deadly earnesty. And the last moral is, if you write good books and never say die and refuse to hear the word NO and keep writing, you will eventually get to be on the radio with St.John Flynn. <---This is probably the moral with the most useful application, but I like the Bunny Rabbit moral best.
EXTRA BONUS MORAL EXTRAPOLATED FROM BUNNY RABBIT MORAL WITH NO RELATIONSHIP TO THE ANECDOTE: I have other friends who call me Beautiful Tulip. I highly recommend this as well. Everyone should be called a beautiful tulip several times a day because it makes you cheerful and cheerful people are generally kinder to others and THE WORLD COULD USE THAT. I am just saying.
And now, here is a poor and blurry image of FIG THE NEWT, because he is now big enough to show up, but not big enough to show up CLEARLY. Spotty and Daisy Flower are still to small to even show up as a blurry log, sorry. Also, there is light behind him, so you can see all his internal organs churning and pulsing away in there, doing their little biological jobs. Yick:
And now, here is a picture of Mr. Kingsley:
Mr. Kingsley is Scott's new computer that he BUILT HIMSELF out of tape and spittle and expensive electronic components while I was in the mountains not having any e-mail service and eating too much. Methinks Mr. Kingsley is a LEETLE CREEPY because Scott put a glass wall in one of his sides so you can see all HIS internal organs churning and pulsing away in there, doing their little technological jobs. Double Yick. Scott named him Mr. Kingsley after Ben Kingsley, because he felt (and quite rightly) that I would object to a computer named SEXY BEAST.
Lastly, and apropos of exactly nothing---people are sending me e-mails asking me writing/publishing/and-even-blogging questions, and more questions of this nature are coming up like that on my MW list. I know very little but of course have loud, ratty opinions anyway. And people are sending me e-mails asking me for reading recs. Want me to answer HERE or continue answering each e-mail as it comes, all SECRETLY? Y'alls calls.
Posted by joshilyn at August 1, 2005 7:49 AM
I TOLD YOU SO!
pretty tulipy bunny rabbit with the ginormous cannibal newt.
I'll read whatever you decide to blog about. Do whatever prevents burnout. Heck, you even make newts sound funny. If you're answering the same writerly questions over and over and over, could you do a FAQ? Please keep the reading recs coming.
You were so pretty last night on the radio, even when the callers were a bit-too-earnest and slightly frightening. I am still dying over the scuppernongs vs. muscadines issue. Next time, I shall call in and ask you to please describe in detail the texture of the finest grits you've ever had. Not because it has anything to do with your book(s), but because YOU ARE SOUTHERN SO PLEASE EDUMAKATE MY YANKEE ASS. Yes.
I don't think I'm ever going to be on Cover to Cover, but if I'm lucky maybe I can be on one of those posters at the Post Office. I try to keep my goals realistic.
I totally agree with MIR's comment above. You looked incredibly pretty on the radio, like a Beautiful Tulip in a garden of colorful novelists. (Would adding "covered in chocolate" be too much?) Anyway, you were handling those questions VERY professionally, even the scary ones. I anticipated learning more about you, your book, writing in general, etc. (and I did) from listening to the show. Instead, I learned all of the above, plus: The names of your former camp counselors. All states that border Idaho. What the heck a "NEWT" is (even after witches have apparently been putting 'eye of newt' in their brew for years and I never caught on). The difference between white wine and red wine in the South. How to tactfully steer someone away from the assumption that you are identical to Arlene in every way (while effectively shielding their tiny ears from actually calling her a garden tool...you know the one). How to call into a radio show and tell the host he probably had another good 'un here, cause the author he had last time was a good 'un. How to grasp the fact (and even form a scary mind visual) that Phoebe is/was a REAL CHICKEN. And last but not least, we were given directions to a tiny little town in Georgia, between one town and another, that will soon be on the map whether they like it or not. And was I the only one who fell totally in LOVE with the radio host's ACCENT??? It was totally cute (and pretty) the way he braced us all for the "offensive word" in your initial reading, which turned out to be that little word that rhymes with 'PITS' (or did I miss another offensive word??) I saw people all over the nation leaning toward the radio waiting on the offensive word, then rushing to their offensive word list to try to figure out which one it might have been... In closing (finally, aren't you glad?) that adorable lady who called in with the trendy funky name (Centuria??) simply must be a character for consideration. She sounded SO PRETTY! Great great job Joshilyn!
I'm dreadfully disappointed that I didn't get to hear you on the radio, and I have a dial-up connection, so it's not looking good for streaming from the internet (almost typed "streaking'). It sounds like it was a smashing success.
Love the newt, you Beautiful Tulip, and I had a snail die yesterday. I shall bury him in the flower bed with a tiny cross and a drizzle of champagne over his grave.
I missed it! I missed it I suck but you aren't going to get my Joshilyn Jackson Fan Club membership back, no you aren't! Even though some sweet blog reader emailed me to tell me how to tell time I still missed it by being at my mother's house eating my face of because it is FREE to eat at mom's house...
Anyways, answer things on HERE!
Mercy, I am still swooning from getting to talk to you on the radio last night, and eddicate y'all about Idaho, and lob softball newt questions and Phoebe the chicken questions. You were adorable, like a mountain daffodil surrounded by wild iris in a field of waving bluebonnets! I still think someone called "SinJin" spelled St.John is THE most affected thing I've ever heard, but he was very cute. But not as cute as you. Love Jilly
Congrats! I told you it would be a breeze and it sounded as if you made it all even easier than I forecasted. I will never be on Cover to Cover , I will never have my (7 chapters, in a year long holding pattern) book published, I don't have a friend that calls me Bunny Rabbit (my hubby says I'm fluffy and calls me Fritz - does that count?) you girl are truly living high on the hog - and I look forward with total anticipation for each new word you write.
I patiently await Cover to Cover the re-stream so I can hear it at work on DSL instead of rebuffing breakdown.
Wow! kewl Mr. Kinsley, way sexy.
Amazing job, Joshilyn. It was great to talk to you, although I froze up slightly and forgot that I was going to make a joke and call myself Rose Mae, since I kind of feel like I've been stalking you. (Does publishing dust rub off like fairy dust? If so, can you sprinkle some my way?).
BTW, did anyone else think that the synopsis of gods at the beginning of the program gave away TOO MUCH--like the first half of the novel? After Bunny Rabbit so nicely asked us for no spoilers if we called in?
Edgy Mama, the synopsis at the beginning of the program was clearly your imagination. No one else heard it. The voices in your head were reading to you subconsciously as you anticipated Joshilyn's arrival. And Heather-- don't make us choose between listening to the radio and eating free delicious home cooked (free) meals at Mom's (free)house. Don't make us choose...
I didn't hear a synopsis at the beginning of the program.
Me neither. Edgy, you make that up?
I would love updates on books you have read and loved. Your comments on Haven Kimmel gave me some of my best spring and summertime escapes.
No, I heard the synopsis too, with the same thoughts that Edgy Mama had. Didn't Joshilyn ask us to not give out spoilers, and yet here's this chick telling us most of the freaking story??
Did they have a problem with the phones at one point in the show, cause it seemed like the host was filling pretty desperately at one point :)
You are also pretty on the GPB website, but I was not HOME and THEY HAVE NO "LISTEN TO THE RECORDING OF THE BRILLIANT BUNNY-TULIP SHOW, YOU POOR BENIGHTED FOOL WHO DOES NOT LIVE IN GEORGIA" button up yet!!! (weeping.)
And, okay, is the face inside the glass wall the spirit of Mr. Kingsley, or the reflection of Mr. Husband? Because if it's the former that's kinda freaky.
Your blurry newt is pretty, too. Also I like the colorful rocks.
Edgy Mama, just "jossin' ya" about the synopsis. We all heard it, and yes, it did seem to give out a bit more info than I expected, but I don't think it RUINED the book for anyone. I think it more or less took you to the edge, threatened to thump you over, then enticed you to "go read the book right now" IF you ever wanted to find out what the heck happened after that. And if the truth be known, lots of traffic jams outside bookstores could be blamed on Joshilyn today.
Oh good, Diana. I had to review the number of beers I drank last night--just in case I was imagining it (one).
I'm probably over-sensitive as I don't even read book jacket covers because if I even get a hint of a plot twist before I'm immersed in a book, I often am able to figure out what's going to happen--before it happens--partially because I write plot-driven books and I'm always looking for clues as to how other writers do it.
Yes, definitely not enough phone lines, Rachel, and the first time I got through, I couldn't hear a thing, it was like talking in a wind tunnel, so I had to call back and lost my place in the queue. Of course, this is public radio, which I love and support, but they need lots more cash than they have.
She was pretty, wasn't she? And so were all of you who mentioned the website/blog on the air.
For those who inquired, no that is not a reflection of Mr. Husband in the computer window. I WISH!!!
It's just a badly doctored photo of Mr. Kingsley (my computer) with a hint of the movie poster for Sexy Beast overlayed.
P.S. Ghandi, schmandi. Sexy Beast is Ben Kingsley's finest performance, bar none.
I don't think I have a friend who calls me Bunny Rabbit. Or anything like that.