Everything Is an Afterthought

I recently sold my first book. In conjunction, I've established another LiveJournal to report on the project's progress, occasionally provide links about, and writings by, its subject, Paul Nelson (famous for signing the New York Dolls to their first record label, as well as his Rolling Stone reviews of Bob Dylan, Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople, Jackson Browne, the Sex Pistols, Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, and the Ramones -- to say nothing of his cover story about Warren Zevon's battle with alcoholism), and share snippets of information or parts of interviews that may or may not be covered further in the final product.

The new journal shares the book's working title, Everything Is an Afterthought: The Life and Writings of Paul Nelson. Just follow the link.

Anybody interested in learning more about this brilliant critic, whose own life proved just as mysterious and fascinating as the artists' about whom he wrote, is welcome to join. As well, tracking the process of how a book goes from sale to publication should prove interesting. I'm rather curious about that part myself...

Hitchhiker influence

It is so very lovely when you have friends that know your references and have a similar sense of humor as you.  The following story began when a friend and I were wandering his campus.  I asked what building was that over there, and he had no idea.  I spotted a sign that said directory clearly upon it.  Thinking that a directory might tell me where I was, I headed over, just to find that the thing was blank.  It told me nothing about the campus, and even less about where I was.

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People watching

They mill about outside talking, laughing waiting for one another.  Finally as a crowd they enter.  Not really so many of them, but the impression from their noise and movement is of more.  Together they approach the counter.  The teenage girl behind the register puts on her deal with it smile and begins to take their orders.  With familarity, they banter and converse waiting their turn.  For so many so young, they don't seem abrasive or diruptive.  They take up two tables and wait for their orders to come. Easily conversation flows.  No one seems to be left out and while the conversations diverge everyone has their say in each bit.  Topics of discussion vary.  Internation politics, a little strange for the crowd, movies, more expected, and so many other things brought up.  Laughter punctuates.  Finally the time of night begins to show.  The conversation loses its previous animation.  One stands and all eyes to her.  She states intent to leave and begins to walk away.  The others decide that they too are done, and begin gathering themselves.  Outside all enter their different vehicles and go their different ways.  The departure scatters them.


without your love

My heart bleeds
Eternally from your deep stab of rejection
My life now shrouded in despair and depression
You said you love me
But i found those words to be cold and untrue
My soul
Compressed in a small box filled with your constant abandonment
My screams
Pain and agony go unheard to the outside world
I slit my wrist to get your attention
If only for a moment
I failed
Now falling abruptly
I lay here emotionless
Dead broken
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Many thanks

To our GREAT club of 100 word challenge participants who are COOL and BRAVE and SO NOT BORING- I salute you. Time to do it again. All we need is 4 more words here..............hmmm. Mable is starting to rock so let's go.

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Getting lasaga into the cranium

“Lasagna ‘sags’ in the middle. L-a, s-a-g, n-a. Lasagna. Now you try.”

“L-a –s –g – a- n-a?”

“Spell ‘sag’.”


“Excellent!. Now, try lasagna again. Remember l-a, s-a-g, n-a.”

“Okay. L-s-a-g-a-n-a.”

“Almost. I think we need a photon torpedo to get that word into your cranium.”

“Cranium. C-r-a-n-i-u-m.”

“Woo-hoo! It’s a shame that word isn’t on your list. Let’s try something different. Stand on your right leg. That’s it. Try not wobble. Now spell lasagna.”

“I feel like a flamingo.”

“That doesn’t matter. Spell lasagna.”

“Lasagna sags in the middle. L-a, s-a-g, n-a.”

“That’s fantastic! Now guess what’s for tea!”

Will & Jada kiss (RLOTP)

My entry.

They should call this place the pink flamingo state. If I see one more plastic pink flamingo I am going to torpedo something. Probably the whole state. How will I do that? I don’t know. I just know I’ll do it.


The phone is ringing and I rush inside. Why don’t I have a cordless? Damn, near tripping over the board game cranium or something or other. Damn kids can’t put stuff away.




“Don’t forget I’m coming over for lasagna?”


Mom. Shit. I forgot.


“Of course, mom. See you soon. Love ya.”


Is it too late to torpedo the house?

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Using the 4 words which are : flamingo, lasagna, torpedo and cranium. I rocked on this one. OK, to Bill- let's roll here.
Arts and Crafts        
Jackie’s soccer mom life takes a toll on her cranium. She’s made one too many lasagnas and too many pink tissue party flamingos. Family life is so fascinating.
Jackie is room mom at school. This is World War II week and someone has to make a torpedo craft. Jackie, sensing a Styrofoam emergency, realizes she needs to have a talk with her self.
“I could get a job, and stop driving my kid around like he’s Prince Andrew? Is it time to stop chatting on my cell phone, and read a book? Won’t the kid be bored?”
OH NOOOoooo. And Jackie made that torpedo.
Technically this is wc of 104 – not including the title.

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Title: Working Title
Authors: Lily and Darcy
Rating: G through R, I think
Summary: Anyone feel like writing us a summary? I am SO bad at summaries!
Warnings: Language, lesbian/sexual themes. We advise discretion.
Author’s Notes: This is partially based on the characters I used in my last attempt, but the story itself has been hugely revamped and expanded.

Follow the fake cut to Chapter One!

Follow the fake cut to Chapter Two!