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[rispacooper]

Why must finding a job be so difficult? I know. It's because I'm so picky (ahem...problems with authority, general arrogance in assuming there might possibly be a better way of doing things than the way the Corporate gods on high have ordained). Anyway...while I'm not especially interested in becoming a publisher, or one of those bitter editors who took the job for a while so they could afford to write their own stuff and then become burnt out. But the world of publishing, of literature and outcast internet rebels, has a certain appeal. And I love that LJ calls itself personal publishing. The power of those little words. It seems like a mighty weapon even if you are typing away in obscurity. Because the words themselves are still out there. It makes me almost feel like the bad writer character in Amelie, who gets excited when he sees words from his failed novel written as graffiti on a wall. Yee haw! Somebody read it and got it.

Which doesn't mean that I don't also enjoy the image of myself as diamond-laden, chain smoking, big hat wearing Coco Chanel looking lady editor. Powerhouse of independent works and holder of the truly magnificent salon-esque parties in The City. Because yes, I completely enjoy that image in case you couldn't tell. I don't think that will happen however.

But I would like to be a part of something like that. Some lit revolution that becomes mainstream as all revolutions do eventually. Be in some group that somehow comes together, like the Vicious Circle or the Impressionists in Montmarte. Just converging at just the right time, bearing a message and causing trouble. If I were more skilled, I would try to start such an online community, but I am hardly someone you would see on a panel of famous slash writers, talking articulately on the subject of rewriting gender in popular fiction. Alas no. I am a porn writer with a thing for pirates...and diamonds.

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[paraxdisepink.livejournal.com]

Hmm this is odd, as I don't have grand images of myself or aspiration that would make me as a peron important to the world at large. Mostly, I would like to ignore it and do my own thing as I really don't want other people paying attention to me. Maybe I'm weird. hah

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

yes well, we all know what actually happens the moment I am the center of attention. I run and hide in a corner.

[paraxdisepink.livejournal.com]

lol well see you're better than I, and can get past the neurosis long enough to imagine yourself as the center of attention, whereas the thought freaks me out heh