Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Entropy, Redux

By Cornelia

It is official. I am the most disorganized blogger EVER. Which means I have completely spaced on Naked Authors for months. Which is not because I don't love you guys, because I totally, totally do.

It is about chaos, and geography, and The Crazy. That would be MY crazy. Or as my sister likes to say, "cray-cray." Only in my case I think it would be "cray-cray-cray-cray"


Or perhaps "cray-cray-cray-cray [repeat sixty more times]"


Here is what has happened since last I typed:

I packed up my clothes and wok and Cuisinart and ice-cream machine put them in the beau's car and watched while these Russian guys loaded the car onto a truck four days late 



and took a train to New York and got on a plane for San Francisco and went to the Book Passage Mystery Writers Conference for four days and got to see Our Jackie (YEA!!!!!) and so many other wonderful tribe-folk 



and did--I think--ninety-six panels and one speech 



and stayed up too late yakking and went to a party at the beau's cousin's house and the car showed up in California four days late and then we picked up the dog of the friend whose house we were staying from the kennel it was in when friend's son got called away on a sudden private-detective gig five hours north of Marin and we ate dim sum at Yank Sing 


and drove to Carmel and spent the night at Mom's house and drove to Brentwood and stayed the night at a friend of the beau's and then moved into our rental place in LA (which is the most beautiful place I've ever lived in my whole entire life--like, seriously, an apartment in Paris in the Thirties only with banana trees BUT NOT EXPENSIVE)




and then discovered that we only have this place for two months instead of four so have to find another house for October and November and did I mention I'm supposed to go to Greece in three weeks with Mom, 



AND my daughter is flying out here on Sunday? 

Oh, and my ghost-writing gig is apparently going REALLY REALLY REALLY badly 



and I of course think that they will fire me and that I will starve to death alone in my car in the woods surrounded by the stench of my own failure 



and everyone I've ever met will laugh uproariously at this turn of events and say "I told her so" 



and also the beau's TV show is apparently THE MOST OFFENSIVE RACIST MISYOGYNIST AGEIST WHAT-THE-FUCK-EVER PROGRAM EVER MADE in the entire history of humanity? (I think it's really funny and gorgeously written and acted. Not that the Television Critics Association gives a flying crap what *I* think.)

Also my friend Candace's house burned down in Austin so she's staying at my house back East while I'm gone. 

Did I also also also mention that I only just moved into that house on April 1, and got all my stuff out of storage in California and had it shipped to New York? Because, yea, apparently I always need to be three thousand miles away from my beloved books and archival ephemera.


But I digress.

Here's the deal: I have never, ever, ever been happier in my life than I am right now.


Thank you so very much, oh Dear Nakeds, for seeing me through the tough times it took to get to here. 

I fucking love you guys.

And if things ever really go to shit again, we will have excellent woodland picnics together, sitting on the hood of my car.





19 comments:

  1. LordAMercy I love your blogs

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  2. To our amazingly talented and funny cray-cray Naked. I think I speak for all of us in saying we are over the moon about your happiness, as well as your return. Woodland picnics on the hood of your car sound way too much fun for just shit storms. Let's make that the venue for all Naked celebrations from now on.

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    1. <3, dearest Patty...

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    2. (and that SO doesn't look like a heart, but it's a heart.)

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  3. Dear Naked: You rock. Totally. Still laughing.

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  4. Aw... you guys are THE BEST!!!

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  5. What kind of dog?
    (That was my attempt at humour.)
    Sounds like you're living life to the fullest!
    signed
    "cousin" Terry

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    1. A really lovely spaniel, known to all as "The Elizabeth Taylor of dogs." Named Piper. She is awesome.

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  6. I've SO missed your blogs from TLC. I shall henceforth haunt this blog. I'm glad to hear you're happy, amidst all the cray-cray, because that's what matters. :)

    Laura G

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  7. Yes, your life is full of the cray-cray. Whew, glad mine is full of quiet! I need to get my cray from you - blog more often please!

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    1. Mwah mwah mwah, dear Gaylin...

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  8. You are happy? Then all the rest is just window dressing. You are happy. That's what matters.

    Love you, Miss C!

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    1. SO HAPPY! Love you guys right back...

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  9. I did not realize just how much I missed your blogs, Miss C. I am totally, Sincerely, and tearily happy that you are so very happy. It is very, very well deserved.

    Hugs!!!

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    1. You are wonderful!!!

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  10. I agree with everyone here. It's great to hear that you're so happy, and that that chaos is manageable. What a wonderful time!

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    1. Thank you, dear lil!

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  11. Crazy Happy? Who knew? I concur with all the praise heaped upon your lovely blonde head thus far, and add further praise for the way you illustrate your blogs with the absolute most PERFECT artwork. Does it take weeks to compile these images? Munch one of those black apricots as you ponder, dear Miss C.

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