Second, I'll go ahead an de-confuse some people by just posting this e-mail reply I sent to someone who had questions:
"Wait, how do you know I'm NOT Stephen King?
Okay, fine, my accent is not nearly Maine enough ("Easporhrt Ahhht Cenner").
But allow me to clarify. I really wasn't plagiarizing The Long Walk. In my head, it was a pop culture reference. If that came out any different, and you have means and grounds to sue, please don't. It had also been a while since I read this story, so I had to wikipedia some of the things I wasn't sure about, and you're probably right about me missing the point, but if I'm going to get called out on plagiarism, it's going to be for that poem I turned in to my 10th grade English class for the Poetry unit, which I stole directly from my sister's high school yearbook. That was legit plagiarizing, and I should be in jail now. This, I feel, was me giving too much credit to the public school system, and unwisely dropping a name like Hank Olson, like it was Mickey Mouse or The Snapple Lady. I suck at blogging. Please still read me regularly so that I can continue to be vague in a public forum.
Third, I went to San Diego this weekend for some Sister Time, and I relaxed a little bit about "doing it wrong." It did suck going through the airports, and walking on the earthquake-cracked sidewalks and alleys, and I still haven't figured out if it's even possible to use a cane on a beach, but the point is, I did better than I thought I would in an unfamiliar setting, with people still unfamiliar with what I can and can't see, and the real victory is that I didn't even cry once. (See, Second Day In New York City).
Like many of you wrote to me, I need to just be kind to myself, and let things ebb and flow as they will.
Fourth, I had my eyebrows threaded and it hurt like heck. Let's never speak of it again.