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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Real Quick

Went on the radio tonight to promote the upcoming Houston Poetry Fest workshop I'm doing, and it was fun. I met a local poet whose I now christen, psuedonymously, Deann Bon Jovi. Hi, Deann! (Bon Jovi.)

Oh, PS, that reminds me... If you know me in real life, and you choose to go to the workshop next week, please don't say anything about knowing me in real life. I mean, don't stand up at question time and say, "Hi! I'm Gwen's cousin, and I'm a writer, too, and I just wanted to say that! Gwen, my question is: How come you don't write a book about me, girl??? Ha, ha!!!"

Or, like, don't stand up and say, "Hi, I'm Gwen's coworker from her day job, and I've never bought Gwen's books, but I hope that won't keep her from letting me read my 24-page poem about how much I love kittens and my dead grandmother. Ready? Here it goes..."

Okay? Because I love you guys very much.

Real Slow

It makes me sad when I'm on MySpace, friending my favoritest DJs, and I see that all their top friends happen to be illustrated with pictures of women showing their boobs.

I like music and I like to buy CDs. I hope that's okay. I hope it's enough for me to consider myself a fan, I mean. I'm not saying that Ferry Corsten should put me in his Top 4. I'm just saying. You know? What is with the proliferation of women who both like trance and like to show their boobs on MySpace?

Or women who like to show their boobs for any man online, I mean. What is with that? Is that the best way y'all can think of to show admiration?

Maybe it is. Hmm.

If you like my writing, show me your boobs, then.

Just kidding. Don't show me anything. Just be happy, okay? That's how I like to imagine y'all, late at night in bed alone: looking happy.

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# posted by Blogger Carlos Valenzuela : 2:06 PM  

So, is that why you or the editor included a picture of a woman showing her breast on your first book?


# posted by Blogger Carlos Valenzuela : 3:05 PM  

It was her editor who chose the book cover. And I think it fits the title a little more. Plus, it was only cleavage...although, showing the actual boobs might have increased sales. I liked it!


# posted by Blogger Datty : 3:47 PM  

What Datty said. Thank you, Datty.


# posted by Blogger Gwen : 3:50 PM  

totally unrelated!

these costumes might make you giggle.

http://www.zoogstercostumes.com/landing/fantagirls.php


# posted by Blogger pinky pinkerson : 5:08 PM  

Wait, who are you imagining in bed late at night?

I heard D. Bon Jovi is hot and sexy. You should tell her I said that. You should also, probably, remove this.

Bye!


# posted by Blogger olive & rose : 9:11 PM  

Pinky: God, those are so awesome! Okay, I wish I could be skinny for one night, just to wear one of those.

Rose: Y'all. I think of all y'all, my readers, at night. And I'm not going to remove what you said. I don't delete the truth.

Carlos: Also, I forgot to tell you to shut up. You don't argue with me. Let me put it a different way:
Tu... tu no te metas conmigo.


# posted by Blogger Gwen : 9:06 AM  

Hi Gwen,

Myspace is ascary little girls showing their boobs.

Janice~


# posted by Blogger Janice : 2:35 AM  

Gwen, are you messing with me? Or do you mean that literally?
By the way, I ordered your book since last month but I still haven't gotten it. I sent an e-mail and apparently they were going to send it to me express since 2 or 3 days ago. Hopefully I get it soon.
Did you learn Spanish?
P.S. I saw Julio (Bart's cousin) a few weeks ago in Downtown. He works here.


# posted by Blogger Carlos Valenzuela : 3:50 PM  

Carlos: I'm messing with you. Thank you for buying my book. I speak as much Spanish as I always have. Please give Julio my regards.


# posted by Blogger Gwen : 4:05 PM  

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