I could write this in the third person but I'm not going to...
(but I'm going to add a disclaimer that myspace says my links are spam. They're not. Just cut and paste the link to the site further down, clicking on it probably won't work b/c myspace blogs suck)

My misuse of office supplies piece "Earthquake Transfer" got published in Hit & Run Magazine.

I'm super excited about this and being included in this project.



Basically Hit & Run has this really cool concept of "Publishing the raw materials of fiction, poetry and other creative work: scrap metal; index cards; napkin notes; etc."

You can see my submission on the site now.
http://hitandrunmagazine.blogspot.com/2009/03/andrea-deangelis-earthquake-transfer.html

I wish I had taken a picture of when I first starting working on this mad bitch of a novel and had the pages all spread out on the floor with different sections circled with widely colored highlighters to determine where to put what. Because that's what my process is. That and distraction and misuse of office supplies!

To submit your own work...
Send an email with "Submission" in the subject line, a brief bio in the body of the message, and a jpg or gif image of your submission attached. One link per bio. Please include a title for your piece. Your image should be in the neighborhood of 1000 pixels wide so that when clicked upon, it can easily be read. Submission address: hitandrunmag@aol.com.

They also have a facebook group

check it out! and spread the word and napkins ;0)

A.

"I see why you break guitar strings." That's what John, the bass player, from Greg Smith and The Broken English said after our gig at Red Star on V-Day.

I pounded my guitar, not my new Epiphone. I'm still scared of it. Just my poor little Crafter.

I will convert the live videos and upload them later today along with other items. I'm recovering from this weekend of shaky knees anxiety.

Now I have to get back to writing and stop worrying a hole in my head about getting into Hunter.

A.

For all you love birds out there, MAKAR kicks off the BROOKLYN FOLK ROCK FESTIVAL on Valentine's Day Saturday, February 14th at 7pm at Red Star in Greenpoint Brooklyn. Plenty of MAKAR love songs to get you and your loved one in the mood during an intimate acoustic performance.

$10 admission - 21+ w/ID, $8 with this flyer.
http://www.makarmusic.com/site/page2193.php



PRINTOUT the flyer so you only pay $8 instead of $10!!

DIRECTIONS

RED STAR
37 Greenpoint Ave.
(between Franklin & West Streets)
Greenpoint, Brooklyn

Red Star is located on the corner of Greenpoint Avenue and West Street in Greenpoint Brooklyn.

By subway - Take the G train to Greenpoint Avenue Stop. Exit towards Greenpoint Avenue and walk west. For those of you unfamiliar with the glorious G-train - You can pick up the G train from the L train Lormier stop (the second stop in Brooklyn), take the G train going towards Queens and get off at the Greenpoint Avenue stop.

Here is a handy map!
http://www.redstarny.com/contact.html

Hope to see you there!

Mark captured my reading this past week at the Telephone Bar in case you missed it.

Soon, the video will be uploaded to the MAKAR website all good and proper. But right now you can catch the improper version. Here is a link for that video and the novel excerpt. 
 
http://www.makarmusic.com/site/page2191.php
 
You may have to cut and paste this above link since myspace sucks!

I was so nervous at the beginning. And there was this amazing reader before me. She wrote about her experience in LA in the seventies as a desperate not in demand actress and getting entangled in pyramid schemes.

When I had to go on after her, my stomach dropped 73 stories. I almost thought I was going to throw up or cry. But I mangled through the first few sentences.

I explained this queasy unease to someone at work.
She asked me, "How did you get past that point?" That point of terror, of running from the scene like a dethroned Karoke Queen. And the answer is -

I don't know!!!

I have run from the stage while attempting to sing Karaoke, I have let that wave of fear overwhelm me. But most times, I don't. And oh it is tempting to flee but the aftermath of disappointment in myself roots me to the spot. 

I was a very shy kid growing up, so shy I would sometimes cry when I had to speak. I had this sky heavy epiphany in the 8th grade that if I didn't force myself to do things I wanted to do (like speaking in class, singing, acting, reading my writing out loud or even starting a conversation) things I wanted so much that they made me uncomfortable, I would never do them unless I forced myself.

I knew that it would only become harder to be outgoing, to perform, to talk to people as I got older. So I had to do it then. And I signed up stuttering and stumbling to give a speech at my 8th grade commencement [anyone at my school could speak in either graduating class (8th graders or HS seniors) at my school]. And that thawed out my wallflower tendencies.

But that nervousness propels me forward and sometimes flat on my face.

A.