strange radiation: the pool of radiance archive

Adventures with an unreliable narrator.

Nov 15 04: note to self

Okay, Andrew, here’s the deal, and you’re going to post this on the weblog because the threat of public humiliation seems to be the only thing that gets your attention: You may not buy the new Rufus Wainwright album until you’ve at least made an attempt at getting those edits to “Slow” working. Paul has a business dinner tomorrow night. You’ll have the house to yourself. This is your big chance. No more sitting down at the computer, looking at the place where the new material needs to go, and suddenly finding yourself at the other end of the house. Spend Monday evening writing, and then Tuesday lunchtime you can run up to NYCD and buy the record, plus that Tasmin Archer disc they’ve somehow managed to have lying about in the bins for months.

Besides, paralysis is boring. C’mon already. Please? Can we just do something fun now? Please?

Love,
You.

[If you’ve read this far, I’m sorry. This whole thing is dorky and self-indulgent, but I’m desperate.]

Commentary

Dorky and desperate, no. Unpleasantly familiar? Yes. Only I can get this way about the dishes, even. Not limited to creative endeavors.

Now go write. How am I ever going to read it if you don’t finish it? ;)

posted by Jamey, Nov 24 04 5:04 AM

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