I was on a near-total media blackout for the past week and a half, but a few big stories managed to squeeze through. The Bhutto assassination was shocking, which is weird considering it was entirely expected. I gather the U.S. presidential hopefuls have been practically wetting themselves in their efforts to woo the fine people of Iowa. A tiger got loose in the San Francisco Zoo, killed someone, and injured a couple of other people. Robin Wright Penn gave sourpuss Sean Penn his walking papers, and presumably Lindsey Lohan got up to something or other. But here in the Kent household, all was happiness.
A holiday expedition to a bookstore garnered a couple of fine reads – How I Got Published, a collection of essays by writers about their experiences getting their stuff into print (which should more aptly be titled, “How I Got My Mystery Novel Published,” since the overwhelming majority of contributors seem to be from that genre… not that there’s anything wrong with that). Not a lot of surprises here – “persist” seems to be the thrust of the thing – but it was an enjoyable read nevertheless.
I also picked up something called You, Inc. (coincidentally, also the title of my latest essay for the Llewellyn Moon Sign book, out this summer in the 2009 edition) which is a surprisingly readable, inspirational without being goopy, Jupiter-in-Capricorn appropriate guide to pimping yourself effectively and mercilessly. A perfect primer for yours truly, because despite my Leonine swagger and bravado I’m trembling in my boots at going forth into the cruel world and promoting my tiny cupcake of a book. Ack!
Well, anyway. Happy new year and all. Pluto goes into Capricorn soon and of course there’s that Saturn/Uranus opposition this year, so I’m enjoying the peace and quiet while we have them. Buckle up.