By chance, I stumbled upon a RT of a happening going down at the Cambridge Public Library on Saturday. It was a chance to meet Francesca Lia Block. I never really thought about meeting her before, but I spent a large portion of my life obsessed with the woman. I always checked the Half-Price Bookstore for her books. I read everything & anything I could get my hands on by her. She introduced me to zines!
I love that I met her at a library, because I found her at a library. Randomly picking up Dangerous Angels, I believe, while at the downtown branch of the Dallas Public Library.
She was sweet, insightful and inspirational! I love that she's down to earth & still in love with writing. It was quite the contradiction to a lot of the published writers I met in college.
She's holding a creative writing workshop today in Jamaica Plain, MA. I'm attending! I haven't workshopped since 2005. So surreal. I'm semi-embarrassed. Like I can't bring in this shit writing because Francesca Lia Block will be reading it. I wasn't sure I had anything to bring in as I've been focused on flash fiction for awhile now. I decided to go back and read my novel-in-a-month. The first time I've looked back on it since I wrote it in February 2010. I made some changes and it's not bad. It's rough, folks, it's rough. I still think it's embarrassing and probably has too much telling instead of showing. I feel like she's going to look at it and discourage me from ever typing another sentence. Maybe all writers feel this way going back into workshop. It's weird to be a student again even if just for an afternoon. Oh, the jitters.
figured i'd liven up this community with a small FLB-related tidbit
I am getting my first tattoo tomorrow of a peony (my favorite flower, and one FLB constantly mentions) as well as the quote "this is a part of it" from echo.
it has meaning in the sense that everything in your life, good and bad, has happened for a reason and has made you who you are today, all these things are a part of who you are and who you have become.
This is a bit last-minute, but I'll give it a go anyway! I'm going on a whirlwind tour of Los Angeles tomorrow, and I have only a few things that I definitely plan to see, otherwise, I just want to experience the L.A. of Dangerous Angels, if I can :) We plan to wander around generally, but as, alas, I don't have my books with me for reference, I'm not sure where to start. Do any of you have any recommendations of specific places we should go?
I'm currently on the look out to fill in the gaps of books I am missing, by my favorite author, the one and only FLB~
These are the ones I am in need of:
House of Dolls (know it's not out yet, but... ^^;) The Waters & the Wild Pretty Dead Open Letter to Quiet Light Blood Roses Quakeland How to (un)cage a girl Ruby Necklace of Kisses Wasteland Psyche in a Dress Echo
I am most definitely on a budget, so cheapness/good deals is a big factor, for me. Nonetheless, let me know what you have, if you've got any of the above..!
Some magical reminders this holiday season, about how anything is possible:
"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. "Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' "Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
"VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood." ~ Francis Pharcellus Church, New York's Sun Newspaper Sept. 21, 1897
Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen ad unseeable in the world. ~ Francis Pharcellus Church