(Lisa Lutz, author of The Spellman series, and Julie Powell, author of Julie & Julia)
I've been reading a lot lately. I have an addiction to compulsively buying books. A compulsive addition. An addicting compulsion? Asante sana squash banana.
Tonight I visited ye olde B&N and traded a fat $20 for 3 more books. Two were from the bargain aisle, hence my most excellent savings. I've had really great luck at the bargain aisle/table/bin/box/corner (or whatever incarnation in which it may be.) If you dig, you will find.
My best bargain buy was The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz (pictured up there.) B&N had a $1 table (!!!!!!) at their store in Hadley, MA and I was on it like a cat on cucumber. Like my cat on cucumber. I think I have the only cat in the world who prefers a crisp and juicy cucumber over a hot and bloody piece of steak. True story.
The book was $1 plus tax but thanks to my excluuuusive membership to the store, I got it for a slick 98 cents. Wow!
Anyways, this is almost completely irrelevant to this post's intended subject.
The Spellman Files was one of the best books I've read in the last few years, as was it's sequel, The Spellman Curse. I am sweating out the last few weeks until Revenge of the Spellmans comes out in March.
So off topic!!!!! Thinking about that damn cucumber-eating cat has completely distracted me.
I'll make it quick before I get lost again.
Lisa Lutz described herself as a chronic underachiever and permanent temp. Julie Powell, whose book is being turned into a movie starring Meryl Streep described herself in this same manner. Perma-temps, a little too miserable and unable to commit to any visible path. They were working to live but not really living.
Not really living...until...they wrote hit novels!
So you see, my problems are solved. This trend of somewhat-underachieving women who work dead-end jobs until their fingers gnarl and their high heels are ground to stubs becoming successful authors is a bandwagon I plan to jump onto.
Now now now, I'm not an underachiever. I achieve really hard. So effing hard my fingers are gnarling. But I'm great at the temp thing. That's all I've ever really done. In fact, I was hired for a second part-time job this very day! So even though I'm not in my desired industry and my career prospects are dead in the water, according to Lutz and Powell, I'm on the right track.
(another prospective temp job all aspiring writers should consider...)
(...cough cough, Flight of the Conchords...)
Hooray for inspiration!
Temp-4-ever.
Tonight I visited ye olde B&N and traded a fat $20 for 3 more books. Two were from the bargain aisle, hence my most excellent savings. I've had really great luck at the bargain aisle/table/bin/box/corner (or whatever incarnation in which it may be.) If you dig, you will find.
My best bargain buy was The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz (pictured up there.) B&N had a $1 table (!!!!!!) at their store in Hadley, MA and I was on it like a cat on cucumber. Like my cat on cucumber. I think I have the only cat in the world who prefers a crisp and juicy cucumber over a hot and bloody piece of steak. True story.
The book was $1 plus tax but thanks to my excluuuusive membership to the store, I got it for a slick 98 cents. Wow!
Anyways, this is almost completely irrelevant to this post's intended subject.
The Spellman Files was one of the best books I've read in the last few years, as was it's sequel, The Spellman Curse. I am sweating out the last few weeks until Revenge of the Spellmans comes out in March.
So off topic!!!!! Thinking about that damn cucumber-eating cat has completely distracted me.
I'll make it quick before I get lost again.
Lisa Lutz described herself as a chronic underachiever and permanent temp. Julie Powell, whose book is being turned into a movie starring Meryl Streep described herself in this same manner. Perma-temps, a little too miserable and unable to commit to any visible path. They were working to live but not really living.
Not really living...until...they wrote hit novels!
So you see, my problems are solved. This trend of somewhat-underachieving women who work dead-end jobs until their fingers gnarl and their high heels are ground to stubs becoming successful authors is a bandwagon I plan to jump onto.
Now now now, I'm not an underachiever. I achieve really hard. So effing hard my fingers are gnarling. But I'm great at the temp thing. That's all I've ever really done. In fact, I was hired for a second part-time job this very day! So even though I'm not in my desired industry and my career prospects are dead in the water, according to Lutz and Powell, I'm on the right track.
(another prospective temp job all aspiring writers should consider...)
(...cough cough, Flight of the Conchords...)
Hooray for inspiration!
Temp-4-ever.
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