Showing posts with label check. Show all posts
Showing posts with label check. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Late post

shannon_derek_001If you missed this piece on James Frey while drooling over Miley Cyrus photos, I will forgive you, barely. Read it, it's interesting, especially about his hate mail saying they hope he gets "ass cancer." That's graphic and nonfiction. Love it!
Also, goodbye to
Shannon Elizabeth and Derek Hough ... now they can smooch without being contractually obligated.

I also accidentally erased a troll post. "Stamps are so bush league," it said. I guess that's said by someone whose editor has never misplaced their e-mailed invoice. Once it's happened you realize how "bush league" it is to wait a month for payment.

Plus, as I've said before, it's such a feeling of zen to print them out and send them. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Ah, checks. More on all that later.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Good luck!

I forgot to mention, after a long period where I thought a client lost my invoice for travel -- they found it and sent me my check! I was very happy to see it.

Turns out, someone did have it somewhere in their office and it was processed. So there is still a light at the end of the tunnel for any writer with a misplaced invoice (which I'm sure will multiply now that the holidays are on us.)

Good luck, one and all!

Friday, October 05, 2007

Sleepy Little Weekend in Frostville


Hey, despite my summer and golden/peachy Web site it is starting to turn cold in the Bay Area and we have our first frost advisory of the season! I broke out my space heater (and I don't mean the multi-colored, four-legged and furry ones that eat and poop constantly) and one of the eating, pooping machines wedged his entire body up against it, thus singeing his fur and making sure no one else might feel warmer than an icicle.

Other than that, I wrote a personal memoir for class:

"She wondered if it was the scent of desperation. Even in L.A. she had done better than this. She missed its dive bars, transvestite hookers and skanky alley clubs. She missed her friends.

She saw him winding up cable so that the veins in his wiry arms and hands began to swell under the taut skin. She always had a thing for thick, manly wrists and hands. They always made her feel small and feminine."

and had something published in the NYTimes! I have received almost all my checks. I am very, very excited.

I will post more writer-related stuff tomorrow. Thanks for reading!