Any Old Actress

This is one of those moments where I regret not creating a really manic emotibomb. So we’ll have to settle for this: . Because I’m a bit more enthused than frazzled. I should actually be working right now. Or at least washing my hair. But I swear, my head’s spinning so I’m taking a moment to eat/blog/regroup.

First. I am proud to announce that Subversive Notions #2 is now available at Atomic Books. Or, not quite available as I still need to send them the copies. And I need to make copies before I can send them copies. And, apparently their policy is “We like your work, send us everything,” so, soon DIYB&B #1 will be available there too. At Atomic Books. At a real bookstore. Where actual authors go. I don’t even know what to think. I mean, it’s not a huge deal. But dude, real life bookstore… It’s a huge deal.

Second. I finished my Antihistamine Log. Yeah, don’t even ask why.

[Intermission: Veggie Crumbles in Manwich is absolutely yummy. Normally I don’t miss meat, so I don’t bother subbing in veggie crumbles and stuff. But, you know, a sandwich is a sandwich. A Manwich is a meal. Incidentally, I hate Creed. *changes to cd*]

Third. I’m getting this sneaking feeling that World Domination via Saponification isn’t such a distant goal. See, I stick soap samples in nearly everything I ever mail. I have small slices, miscuts, and I want to see what people think. Plus, who doesn’t love free samples? And… I’ve gotten a lot of orders from people who received free samples. That means… My product is good. Right? ‘Cause you get something free, it’s free. It must be really nice to induce someone to part with their filthy greenbacks? So, that order I got this morning is really sort of… stunning me.

It’s like, all at once, I’m getting confirmation that I can do exactly what I want. I can make and sell soap (successfully), and write at my own direction. No publishers and red tape and nonsense. Just, independently published and circulated writing in an independent bookstore. What more could an English Major Drop Out ask for? Getting what I want… is really just blowing my mind.

I was going to ramble about my Killer Bees shampoo bar (it’s been incredible on my hair) and vinegar rinse (not nearly as gross as it sounds), about the broccoli that’s shooting up sky high and BLOOMING (I didn’t know it bloomed! ), about how the parsley in my strawberry jar is really a carrot, about my baby pumpkins and teeny cucumbers and striped infant watermelon, or the tiny little bat we found hanging under our eaves last Thursday… But man. A bookstore.

So, Villainess - Bath Fatale, is underway. I’m going to spend my evening whipping up a batch of Absinthe (cuke soap) and tweaking my shopping cart script. I’ve been stressing over a logo for the last couple of weeks, and after getting 3 pages of input from the soap ladies, I’ve got some nice detailed suggestions to improve my initial draft for clarity/contrast/scale. Apparently, this poison line of mine is a good idea. Nice contrast to the earthy/wholesome/natural soap lines, and a really memorable concept. It kinda scares me. I’m much more used to having to talk people into liking my ideas.

I gots to wash my hair.

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Log malfunction!

Dangit, you’d think I’d know my own directory structure.
Try this.

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