(Yeah, that’s right. I’m being honest. Gross, but honest. Because the truth will set you free. Free from hygiene and other human beings, perhaps. Yet sometimes we must get ugly to create something beautiful.)
I gotta say, though, chilling in my own filth isn’t too bad. It gives me an excuse not to run errands or hang out with my friends and Alessandro hasn’t bothered me for sex while I’m trying to write. Also, I don’t even smell. You’re probably thinking, “Yeah right, Alanna. You probably stink like shit but can’t smell yourself because you’re gross and noseblind.” But then again….. Idgaf.
The reason I haven’t showered (in case you were wondering) is that I’ve been busy with very important things like banging my head against available walls until words come out, reading a part of my novel in front of other human beings (!), and attempting (unsuccessfully) to take videos of cats having sex outside at night.
(“Kitty Porn”, perhaps. But the videos are just of blackness and me drunk and laughing in the background which is probably for the best.)
In other news, I had to actually read the words that I wrote out loud and IN FRONT OF ACTUAL PEOPLE. I opened for Jon Sealy, author of The Whiskey Baron, at my college last month. In a huge auditorium with about 30 billion people. (Or like 30. I’m not Rain Man, with all the counting and stuff. I was just trying not to throw up.)
I don’t have many pictures, but here’s one I can share with you. It’s a screenshot from a video my mom took with her phone that neither of us can figure out how to move onto a computer or even Facebook.
My piece was incredibly dark and personal because I didn’t know the protocol for reading in public and had no idea so many people would be there (including other students who got front row seats to my crazy). In the video, you can hear my mom gasping when I swear or say terrible things about self-harm or alcoholism, which is funny but also quite upsetting, and my voice is ridiculous.
They need to develop the technology to make you sound like Patrick Stewart ASAP. (Meanwhile, NASA is having Scott Kelly take instagram pics of space. Priorities, people…)
Speaking of priorities and instagram, here is the latest installment of “The Chronicles of Diane Kitten“. Truly, there is nothing she can’t do.
Apologies for the nonsense post, I wrote this at like 3am and am in desperate need of a shower. Goodbye for now, amigos! Have a fantastic day and may all your books be wonderful!!!
Feel free to tell a story about the longest you’ve gone without bathing or what you’re reading at the moment. Perhaps your feelings on gun control or Patrick Stewart? I wanna hear it alllllllll… <3