the other thing that cracked me up at a writer’s colony was the whole “logging onto the internet is evil for your writing” bit. somehow, email and blogging were as hated as carbohydrates (actually more hated than carbohydrates, judging from the amount of cookies we ate each day). anyone who got caught “logging on,”had to fucking apologize like they had just lit up a cigarette in front of a newborn baby and puffed in its face.
the Famous Writer was the most anti-blog of all. maybe because she was afraid the bloggers in the group would blog about her, real name and all. (“you’re not going to blog about me, are you? can we–keep this offline?”)
then there was the Wife (who happened to be a lesser known actor) of a Famous Movie Actor at the writing colony. to this day, i’m not really sure why she was at the table–i think the writing colony was courting her for funding, who knows. i didn’t get her at all, though sadly, she’s a familiar sort in my world.
anyway, she too was paranoid about the blogging. “why would you write on the internet? what IS the internet anyway?” (“You’re not going to blog this, are you? DON’T YOU BLOG THIS!”) of course, i have exerted all my self-control to not talk about the vibrator her Famous Actor Husband bought her just so she wouldn’t miss him while she was away at the writing colony.
hrm. i guess i was just feeling really mean tonight.