I just finished writing The Arte of Glamour. I don’t think I really thought about how I would react. Usually when I finish a short story or an article there’s a perfunctory pat on the back and I feel pleased with myself and there’s a “good job, Deb!” and I start submitting it places post-editing by Mr. M.
I don’t think I really believed I could finish writing a book, despite all these years of writing. Maybe because it’s been so many years of writing. I don’t know. I just know I’m crying at a B&N like an idiot and A. and Jow are coming because I’m kind of afraid to leave if I’m already crying publicly. I finished it. I . . .I finished it. I wrote a book. I gave birth to a book.
It took four hours to squeeze out those last 3,000 words (which is ridiculously slow if you’re not a writer yourself).
I also did two different rites today (one in the woods and one in a cemetery) so that could be part of it too, it was a lot of woo and a lot of salves. I’m broken right now. And I’m blogging because I kind of don’t know how to not bleed all over the internet like pelican. I don’t know how else to process.
Anyway, The Arte of Glamour was cooked on The Civil Wars’ album and EP. They’re broken up right now but I hope they get back together.
The last stretch was cooked on the song “Go”.
Why do you keep looking out the window?/ Is there something left behind or never found?/ Oh, there’s just one way to find out/ Go, Go, Go/ Did Sirens steal your heart when you weren’t looking?/ Where’d you learn to lie the way you do?/ Look’s like you made up your mind./ I’d have to say I didn’t see this coming/ But who does?/You won’t want to see me standing in the door/ So Go, Go, Go/ I don’t want to hurt you/ Do you ever listen?/I don’t want to run./ You’re not the only one/ I don’t want to touch you/ Eternally I’m broken/ Who but we become/ Who but we become/ How do you care?/ They need you/ I don’t want to/ Go, Go, Grow/ I don’t want to go/ I don’t want to stay. . .
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In a previous life, Deborah founded the first Neo-Victorian/Steampunk convention, SalonCon which received rave reviews from con-goers and interviews from the New York Times and MTV.
She resides in New Jersey with her husband, Jow and their cat, Max II. She has a terrible reality television habit she can't shake and likes St. Germain liquor, record players and typewriters.
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4 Responses
Michelle
Be gentle with yourself, Deb. Sitting with anything good (or bad, for that matter) for a long period of time brings out emotions. Acknowledging the end of something, even when it’s good brings emotions, too, so you’re in a double whammy kind of situation.
I’m envious of your focus and committment and can’t wait to read your book.
Noel
Shut up and take my money. 🙂
Beth
Congratulations!! I’m looking forward to reading the book. 🙂
As a writer, I know it’s hard to finish something major like that, something you’ve worked on for so long. There is a sensation of emptiness, almost like post-partum depression.
And you’ve inspired me: I need to get down to seriously working on my own book that’s waiting to be written…
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Diana in Chelsea
Deb Deb Deb:
In your own words, you’ve just given birth. You are post-partum, and need Bach Mustard remedy right now! get thee to Wholefoods (where they discount it) and start drinking that stuff. Now. seriously.
oh- and like Noel says- where do i send my money, honey? can’t wait to read your work. yeah baay-baay.