In the meantime . . .

by Tulasi-Priya on Wednesday 8 February 2012

It’s been a hard week. I plan to write about it soon, but I’m just not ready yet. In the meantime, this made me smile, as I hope it does you.

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Sarah W February 8, 2012 at 9:49 pm

It did! 😀


Averil Dean February 9, 2012 at 4:52 pm

I’ve been thinking about you.



Tulasi-Priya February 9, 2012 at 11:25 pm

I know. Same here. xo


MacDougalStreetBaby February 13, 2012 at 1:03 pm

Me, too.


lisahgolden February 10, 2012 at 11:29 am

This did make me smile. I hope things improve for you soon.


anna February 13, 2012 at 9:42 pm

Funny sad. My favorite thing to see in a new friend’s home is what they’ve read/are fixing to read. Speaks volumes.


august February 15, 2012 at 3:33 pm

Have the weeks gotten any better? I’m starting to worry.


Tulasi-Priya February 15, 2012 at 3:54 pm

Much better. A couple of young guys I know died. In the course of keeping up, I logged onto Facebook (I had been absent for months before that) to keep abreast of funeral arrangements, tributes, etc. Unfortunately, as a result I’ve relapsed into full-swing FB addiction. But since you have expressed concern, I will log off*, and return to the real world of you, dear Auggie, and my other pals. Thanks for checking in!

* My husband holds my password so I can’t log in without going through a checkpoint.


august February 15, 2012 at 8:59 pm

That sounds tough. Glad you’re doing better.

And I like your password/checkpoint system. Any workaround that sidesteps the need for willpower is clever.


Virginia Llorca February 18, 2012 at 11:11 pm

He was on Betsy’s telling about surprise endings? Journal Pulp or Pulp Journal? You can follow to his blog from the red Ray on her site with the two victorian ladies etching. I have to think about the guileless remark. I think I am just a little too ‘out there’ for some people’s comfort zone.

What surprised you?

You seem very just yourself up front also. Refreshing. And so freaking bright. Damn.


Tulasi-Priya February 19, 2012 at 12:02 am

Or maybe it’s not that you have no guile, but that you’re so very much yourself. You don’t make think of anybody but you, but your writing does not have any very obvious tics, just the way you describe the world. Someday I’ll figure it out. What surprised me? There’s a certain kind of ballsiness that imbues your writing. Personally, I can’t think of anything more boring than a door wreath, but damn if you didn’t make it seem seem sexy, almost fetishistic, and a little sinister. And the little lamb. It seemed to be a parable, but I haven’t figured out of what. I think I need Jesus to ‘splain it me. I’m not making any sense, I don’t think, but it’s fun to jabber away at (and about) you here.

And why’d I think you live in the Canary Islands?

Found Ray’s blog. I realized his link was embedded in his comment on your blog and hopped on over for a look-see. Seems interesting enough. Better watch out; he might not care if you’re 32 years older.


Virginia Llorca February 19, 2012 at 10:26 pm

Well, you got the wreath. That was how I arrive at my finished product. But, it wasn’t the lamb. He was just a tool in the process. It was the sweater. But, though I like the story more each time I read it, I am changing my mind about the impetus (?) for it. Won’t change the story though. Thanks so much for paying mind to me. I am in a weird place today.


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