It’s astounding… time is fleeting… madness takes its toll. But listen closely…
Not for very much longer.
I’ve got to keep control…
The Halloween season is nigh. Being an almost lifelong Frank N. Furter fan, I have a hard time equating how Rocky Horror gets lumped into the Hallowe’en season’s festivities. But I’m okay with it. I guess.
THE LOT (Lower Ossington Theatre) in Toronto is having their annual review of the RHPS. The Rocky Horror Halloween Cabaret. As life is a cabaret, this event doesn’t sound too bad at all! Click on the picture below to get your tickets…but do it fast (like now), because they sell out!
You knew it was coming. It was foretold in the title of this post. I just constantly have the Rocky Horror show in my head these days. Thought I would share the good news about the Cabaret. Toronto needs more Rocky.
On to novels. Last week I extended an invitation for book bloggers and lovers to join my street team. I’ve been getting a great response. I’d like to thank those who offered to join and let others know that it’s never too late. (-:
Street Team members will have an opportunity to read BURN BABY BURN BABY before its release. They will be encouraged to help spread the word, host release day events on their blogs, etc.
I’ve been working hard at completing novels that I have had in the works for a while now. Currently, I’m plugging away at THAT’S ME IN THE CORNER, ALIVE & KICKING and THE BOOK OF YOUR DREAMS. All are young adult. All are near completion. A word of advice, if you are a new writer. Do yourself a favour and finish a project before you start a new one. (-:
The Rocky Horror tie in? The life of a novelist, of course. How can it be summed up? As Magenta once said,
It’s so dreamy, oh fantasy free me. So you can’t see me, no, not at all. In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention, well secluded, I see all.
We must see all, yet not be seen. We must not be found on the page, but we must be fully in it. Novelists are SUCH voyeurs.
So today, I move forward with novelistic intention. I am the little engine that could today. I think I can finish these novels. I think I can, I think I can…
With a bit of a mind flip, you’re into the time slip. And nothing can ever be the same…