yuki_onna's Habitation of the Blessed
Nov. 2nd, 2010 10:18 amNow, some of you may not know about Cat and my more humble origins. Namely, Diaryland. It's where we met. Cat tried to talk to me when she was living in Japan, but I was like, zomg, I'm, like, a secretary from Jersey and my brain is not a magical kalidoscope like yours is. I was too shy to talk to her. I read her entries faithfully and her books too, even though the first few books made me suspect I wasn't smart enough to Get It.
When I would have parties in my habitrail and everyone had had too much to drink, except for the desis, we would select a desi and gather around her and sit at her feet. She would read to us from Cat's first poetry book, Music of a Proto-Suicide and we would sigh and let the words wash over us.
Fast foward! I had started SalonCon and I needed Guests of Honor. I gathered up my courage and asked Cat to come. She said yes, because she is super nice. So super nice, she became our author in residence. We started talking more and she wrote some books I could wrap my head around, though she had a habit of making me cry excessively when reading them. Cat has always been very kind about my exuberance which leads me to say whatever crazy thing pops into my head (last convo: She: I'm hoping to work in my island's museum over the winter! Me: That's great! You've earned it! However, you're doing so awesomely that you need to be careful that people don't come after you and attempt to wear your skin like a selkie and take your place in your life).
I do some assistant work for her, which I enjoy immensely. She is v. tolerant of my nagging ways. Since assisting, I was super jazzed about Palimpsest, Fairyland, and the vampire short story I nag her constantly about making into a book because it is *awesome*. It was clear to me that Under the Mere was going to be one of those beautiful books of hers that is beautiful to read but I was just not going to get.
When trying to wrap my head around John Prester, I was disheartened because I could not even understand the Wikipedia entry which did not seem to bode well for me. I halped a little in getting stuff set up for it here and there, things I could wrap my head around - helping to book readings, setting up facebook, things that made sense to me. We talked some about how to present the book. I tried to figure out a polite way to say, while I have a college education under my belt and am probably a teensy smarter than the average bear, this is waaaaaaaaaay beyond me and I'm afraid to read the book because I am super afraid I won't Get It.
theferrett talked in his lj about how this book is a lot about friendship, which sounded promising to me and I had seen the video below pop up all over my f-list yesterday. I finally had a moment today to watch it.
Readers, it is awesome. Because, while yes, Cat's brain is of course a magical kalidoscope, there are also bits that cuss a lot and like cookies and bad tv and action figures which when you piece it all together makes the awesome that is Cat. I lol'd. I was interested. I appreciated how clearly (and cleverly) the world was explained. I can't wait to read it! You should too! More info here!
When I would have parties in my habitrail and everyone had had too much to drink, except for the desis, we would select a desi and gather around her and sit at her feet. She would read to us from Cat's first poetry book, Music of a Proto-Suicide and we would sigh and let the words wash over us.
Fast foward! I had started SalonCon and I needed Guests of Honor. I gathered up my courage and asked Cat to come. She said yes, because she is super nice. So super nice, she became our author in residence. We started talking more and she wrote some books I could wrap my head around, though she had a habit of making me cry excessively when reading them. Cat has always been very kind about my exuberance which leads me to say whatever crazy thing pops into my head (last convo: She: I'm hoping to work in my island's museum over the winter! Me: That's great! You've earned it! However, you're doing so awesomely that you need to be careful that people don't come after you and attempt to wear your skin like a selkie and take your place in your life).
I do some assistant work for her, which I enjoy immensely. She is v. tolerant of my nagging ways. Since assisting, I was super jazzed about Palimpsest, Fairyland, and the vampire short story I nag her constantly about making into a book because it is *awesome*. It was clear to me that Under the Mere was going to be one of those beautiful books of hers that is beautiful to read but I was just not going to get.
When trying to wrap my head around John Prester, I was disheartened because I could not even understand the Wikipedia entry which did not seem to bode well for me. I halped a little in getting stuff set up for it here and there, things I could wrap my head around - helping to book readings, setting up facebook, things that made sense to me. We talked some about how to present the book. I tried to figure out a polite way to say, while I have a college education under my belt and am probably a teensy smarter than the average bear, this is waaaaaaaaaay beyond me and I'm afraid to read the book because I am super afraid I won't Get It.
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Readers, it is awesome. Because, while yes, Cat's brain is of course a magical kalidoscope, there are also bits that cuss a lot and like cookies and bad tv and action figures which when you piece it all together makes the awesome that is Cat. I lol'd. I was interested. I appreciated how clearly (and cleverly) the world was explained. I can't wait to read it! You should too! More info here!