Anxiety and mild "my series is over, what do I do now" depression aside, I sometimes look at my life and I'm just staggered by the unlikeliness of it all. I had a book come out on Tuesday. Tomorrow, I'm leaving for Disneyland with my mother, my sister, and my best friend. I have cats that can be charitably called large, and uncharitably called props from a horror movie. I have a movie option. I'm reprinting my fourth album, because it's almost sold out. I have some of the most amazing, interesting, articulate friends and fans and readers in the world. I have an agent who, frankly, could not be more perfect for me if I had been allowed to design my own agent in a lab.
Even the little details are too good to be true. There's an immensely popular line of fashion dolls modeled on famous monsters; Fringe got renewed; Doctor Who is back on the air; the X-Men are awesome again; James Gunn has a video game about a chainsaw-wielding blonde cheerleader who fights zombies with high kicks and snark. Basically, it's like the universe has been rearranging itself to suit my deepest desires, and if not everything is perfect, that's because too much perfection is unbelievable. The world is trying to add veracity to my dream.
This is why I don't like to sleep very much.
I'm too afraid of waking up.
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May 26 2012, 13:55:17 UTC 5 years ago
Oh Gillian, you’re up with the sun
You’ve done a hundred things before half past nine
By the time most folk are up and gone
You’ll be starting on one hundred and one
There’s not enough hours in a day
To do all the things she’s just got to do
When the daylight fades and the night invades
She’s only just begun
(It's a song one of the band members wrote about his mum, and it makes me think of you, because you just tirelessly do all this amazing stuff, and your work has paid off, and this is real, this is true, and you deserve every skerrick of it.
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Dancing time!
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It's easier to carry on enjoying life, that way.
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May 29 2012, 16:33:35 UTC 5 years ago
Instead, I now have the type of insomnia where you wake up well before the alarm, but close enough that there's no point in getting back to sleep.
PS. Since Blackout hasn't hit the stores in Ottawa yet (don't ask me why, they claim it's coming in on friday), I bought the ebook because I just. Couldn't. Wait.
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http://gawker.com/5914059/grab-your-boo
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June 3 2012, 02:55:08 UTC 5 years ago
It's real. It had better be real. I have two small boys who don't get to read your work yet, who are precious beyond words. And in 2008 I didn't have either yet, couldn't even have imagined what they'd be like, so....
It's real. And it's joyous. And, by the way, if the world is providing you your dream while knitting other things around it - I heartily approve. :)
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