May 15th, 2007

The Blank Page

Since Rome Girl started working for Calendar Communications we've developed a simple strategy in dividing up the work. She takes the jobs that require editing or re-writing and I take the jobs that require writing from scratch.

It's a good arrangement, because while the editing and rewrite jobs pay less than the writing jobs there are a lot more of them, so she ends up bringing in the same amount of cash as I do. Plus, Calendar Communications is making a lot more money because when I was working on my own the limitations of time and space kept me from being able to take on a lot of the rewrite jobs.

The main reasons it works is that Rome Girl loves taking something and understanding it and finding a way to make it better. Yet, as she would be the first to admit, the concept of looking at a blank page terrifies her.

I, on the other hand, have a love affair with the blank page.

I like looking at it and staring at it and I adore the moment, before I start typing, when I can start seeing the words on the page before they exist. I like the way the page almost kisses me and invites me to embrace it and mate with it and give birth to whatever idea the blank page wants to bring into the world.

I even love the days when the page remains blank and refuses to talk to me. It's like a woman who has met a new potential lover and then waits by the phone for him to ring. The longer she waits the more joy she feels when it does ring and his voice invites her into his world.

That's the rush I get when the blank page finally allows me to seduce it. I hate to admit it, but sometimes the longer it makes me wait, the more I fall in love with it.

I also get bored when the blank page is too much of a slut. If it gives me words and ideas and spreads for me too easily, I get tired of it. It makes me turn the machine off - because if it doesn't reject me I need to reject it.

And then when I come back it gives me the words and I finally accept them and put them out and then somewhere out there is a person, like Rome Girl, who will look at them and move them and help them grow.

So it goes.

Unexpected Conversation

"What did you think of the new Korn Unplugged album," he asked, worried because she'd never once listened to Jonathan and friends before.

"I love it," she exclaimed.

"Really," he said.

"Yes," she said. "I think I generally like your music, I just don't like electric guitars. Whenever I hear bands you like do acoustic stuff I love it."

"So," he asked, "You like Korn."

"Yes," she said.

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Pointless Quiz

I give lyrics. You name the songs. As always I don't try to make this hard. It's whatever lyrics have been stuck in my head. This time it's all white men bitching.

Learn it. Know it. Live it.

1. "Yesterday I got so scared I shivered like a child."

2. "Sometimes I can not take this place. Sometimes it's my life I can't taste."

3. "I'm not straight of of Compton. I'm straight out the trailer."

4. "I became a commodity because I'm W-H-I-T-E."

5. "All my instincts, they return." "The grand facade, so soon will burn."

6. "Your crystal ball aint' so crystal clear."

7. "Some people inherit star spangled eyes. They send you off to war."

8. "I raped your mother today."

9. "She made a meal of out me and came back for more."

10. "I called up my pal Jack Daniels and his partner, Jimmy Beam."