April 30th, 2010 / 1:11 pm
Snippets
Snippets
Lily Hoang—
what’s it feel like to hold your own book for the very first time?
what’s it feel like to hold your own book for the very first time?
i will never know
i have no hands ;___;
I bit like sad sex. Sex is always sad, but more so in that case. Or less so, depending.
my paper thick
weird. it’s like, “well, i’ve done that now…” then you immediately have a celebratory drink.
ditto to weird
awesome, awesome, awesome. always. especially if you have been involved in the design process. the first box of new books from the printer has an aura of newborn perfection to it. picking one out and bending back the spine is like slapping a slimy pink baby.
but then you read, and the awesomeness is marred by the spotting of a really obvious typo.
(especially marred if you have been involved in the proofreading process.)
i have been inquiring whether the printers are able to distill and bottle a “new book smell” that i can spray on my in-process manuscript, to keep my nose on the prose. no leads so far.
I’ve never written a book. Once, I recorded some mp3s and burnt them onto a CD-R. I printed out a picture that I scanned from a newspaper and put it in the jewel case. I held it in my hand and it felt like a plastic piece of shit.
Like I had a lot more work to do to have another one.
i will never know
i have no hands ;___;
I bit like sad sex. Sex is always sad, but more so in that case. Or less so, depending.
my paper thick
weird. it’s like, “well, i’ve done that now…” then you immediately have a celebratory drink.
ditto to weird
awesome, awesome, awesome. always. especially if you have been involved in the design process. the first box of new books from the printer has an aura of newborn perfection to it. picking one out and bending back the spine is like slapping a slimy pink baby.
but then you read, and the awesomeness is marred by the spotting of a really obvious typo.
(especially marred if you have been involved in the proofreading process.)
i have been inquiring whether the printers are able to distill and bottle a “new book smell” that i can spray on my in-process manuscript, to keep my nose on the prose. no leads so far.
I’ve never written a book. Once, I recorded some mp3s and burnt them onto a CD-R. I printed out a picture that I scanned from a newspaper and put it in the jewel case. I held it in my hand and it felt like a plastic piece of shit.
Like I had a lot more work to do to have another one.
It’s exactly like having sex with Bjork and Matthew Barney — great in my imagination and not likely to happen anywhere else.
It’s exactly like having sex with Bjork and Matthew Barney — great in my imagination and not likely to happen anywhere else.
The moment of elation is quickly tinctured with the question: “Now what?”
The moment of elation is quickly tinctured with the question: “Now what?”
Good call, Bart
I fear that I will never know.
Good call, Bart
I fear that I will never know.
I’ll let you know in a month or so.
i totally got an essay published in my last college’s lit magazine and it felt super neat. But yeah a little sad. Someone walked up to me and told me how much they liked my shit which was a great ego booster.
I’ll let you know in a month or so.
i totally got an essay published in my last college’s lit magazine and it felt super neat. But yeah a little sad. Someone walked up to me and told me how much they liked my shit which was a great ego booster.