Alright, I’ve decided to take a break from the mania of emailing the 60-page list of killer blogs I compiled with queries for review of my book The Voting Booth After Dark: Despicable, Embarrassing, Repulsive.
It’s truly been a blast revisiting their pages, and clicking on their recommended links through which I have discovered a whole nother’ slew of kick-arse blogs! The author of the now closed Readerville blog put it best in 2009 when he said:
“It’s been an exceptional nine years. In June of 2000, the web was a very different place than it is today. Online resources for readers were comparatively few but pretty terrific, and Readerville was proud to be among them. Back then, if you told someone you talked to people on the Internet, they still looked at you funny, and most in the book industry couldn’t really grasp the idea of readers handselling books to each other in forums such as ours. These days, I’m thrilled at the vast assortment of tools for people to connect online—from blogs to Facebook and Twitter, to the many social book cataloging sites, and beyond. Readers have resources nobody could have imagined nine years ago, and it’s a joy to see books being talked about in every corner of the Internet.”
Not only books, but ALL the arts! There are SO many AMAZING Art & Literary Blogs. Visual, Performance, Culinary, & Journalistic (Politics & News), Activism. The list goes on. Finally, we the world’s citizens get, and give each other, choices. Yum. I have to stop subscribing to all their RSS feeds though or I’ll never be able to clear my inbox! Gah! We live in some fabulous times — Tis’ truly the Information Age. I’m thrilled!!!
I’m also pooped and I have group therapy/meditation in an hour so I’m going to make this short.
From ages 18 – 23, I was one of the hugest party girls — in Gucci look-alike Payless Shoesource stilettos — to ever strut the planet . At age 25, I’d partied the party out of my system.
Being an extremist by nature , I have since then grown to hate leaving the house unless it’s to go to a film festival, art showing, or performance (theatre, dance, etc).
Contrary to the V-Dawg of yesterday, I hate parties, clubs, and 99% of social engagements. Not only do I dislike them. I loathe them. A panic runs from my toes up to my head and back down again from the phase of anticipation until I am out of the situation.
Me & Kim Basinger are apparently the only agoraphobics in entertainment, lol. The anxiety doesn’t come from being “afraid” of people or what they’ll think of me or blah blah nah nah. I rarely buy into that boring nonsense.
I think mainly it comes from feeling wildly out of place, like a train that’s been derailed. All I want to do — ALL THE TIME — is work on my writing and films. Or hang out with friends 1 or 2 at a time — go get dinz and catch a flick, save the world one convo at a time. You know, I’m 80-years old.
From reckloose to recluse. Yikes!
I must face and accept that I am a bona fide introvert. I absolutely positively do not like “hanging out” and absolutely positively love staying home and working on my art. GAH! My party-girl inside never thought she’d have to embrace this day, but alas … so it is. What a pain-in-my-arse I have become at 27-years old ;p
Ah vel, I must accept my newly mutated ways and stop telling people I’ll go to their parties so I don’t have a panic attack, cancel last minute, and then suffer the punches of guilt in my chest for the rest of the day 🙂
Gah! Tis’ sort of duro. Oh vell …
Anyway, speaking of working on art. In doing my book promotion email fest 5000 today, I came across some awesomeness I’d like to share with you before I jam out the door to group therapy/meditation a.k.a. therapeutic convos with other like-hearted cray crays ;p
Some of Today’s Fave Blog Discoveries:
1) Mind Hacks2) Riley Dog3) Fecal Face