Okay, I sat on this for a day or so because it’s still a little unnerving to me. As was discussed a few posts ago, the fansite thing happened. It’s on MySpace. Made by a guy I have never met. I admit that I have been refreshing the page a lot for the past few days because it’s really surreal to me. It’s like looking at an x-ray of your own bones plus having a journal read outloud by a stranger plus running naked in an unfamiliar city. Something like that. It’s also weird to me to see the number of Friends increasing. Im glad, it’s just weird. It’s flattering and I appreciate it (especially once its creator’s girlfriend put a comment on it, thus eliminating a few concerns I had) and I’m really quite touched that anyone read my book thre times much less that they felt moved enough to start a fansite. It’s just new and a little bit weird and a little bit entertaining to see how somene else might be seeing me.
Anyway, you can find it on my own MySpace page if you want to, you know, be friends with it. Them. Whatever. They (“Friends of Amy Guth”) added me as a friend. I guess it might be a little bit weird if they didn’t.
I also really like the term coined for a Friend of Amy Guth, which is a “FOAGie”. I think it’s hilarious.
In other news, I got word about a really cool project I’m being interviewed for, which I’m excited about. And, since New Orleans, I’ve been writing a lot. Not as much or as clearly as when I was actually there, but still, quite a bit. Manuscripts are zipping along. Things move forward. Life is good. I’m glad. May the good times continue.
Anyone know where I can get a cool new living room rug? I need one. I’m kind of over the one I have. Uh, and my cat just barfed on it anyway, so…. he is apparently over it, too.