Hi there! In the event you actually read this, I’m Debbi Mack, a “hardboiled mystery author; blue collar writer; happy fool; recovering attorney; stroke survivor with dystonia; loves film, books, music, travel and cats.” I also happen to be a New York Times bestselling author, but I choose not to go around bragging about it on Twitter.
At the moment, I’m in the middle of redesigning my website, so things are a bit messy, but I’m slowly getting organized.
First, I’d like to thank you for posting this on Facebook:
Avoid telling yourself you haven’t written that book you so want to write because you are such a perfectionist. No you’re not. You’re not writing. Nothing is perfect, but nothing is more imperfect than that which does not exist. You are giving yourself an excuse not to do what you claim you want to do. Take a crack at it. Or stop boring us with your great intentions.
I can’t thank you enough times for writing that, Joe! May I call you Joe?
And, honestly, these are the best RTs I’ve ever saved. Really!
Anyway, it’s pretty much what I would
say write if I didn’t have such a crappy hand, due to dystonia. So thank you, over and over!
In gratitude, I’d like to write a short play, since I’m leaning toward doing more screenwriting and playwriting. My father was a failed playwright, actually. Sad story. I won’t bore you with the details.
The working title is “Irma Jones: Super Gimp”.
Irma Jones: Super Gimp
Irma: Hey, Jonah, I need to get to work on my website. I’ve been so busy saving the world ever since the aliens attacked Russia, I’ve had a tough time getting around to it.
Jonah: Please, Irma! Can you stop trying to save the world? I’m suffering from mobile app burnout here.
Irma: I know, honey. It’s tough being married to the world’s most amazing gimp, who trots out regularly to save the world and do awesome things and is such hot shit that you wouldn’t believe she types her posts with the pinkie of one hand — honestly! — which is why I feel I need to don my cape and warn everyone about Facebook!
Jonah: Honey, can’t you just give it a rest. It’s not like you’re getting paid to do this.
Irma: Well … yes and no. I am trying to build a business. And if I’m going to become known for being a super gimp, I must prove myself somehow. And we live in the age of digital publishing, which means I must tell fictional stories online, which includes writing plays like these, right?
Jonah: Yeah, I guess. I just hope you know what you’re doing.
Irma: Don’t worry. This is all just a fictional conversation. This never actually took place. By the way, do you think that Stephen Leather thinks the author who posted this review is crazy or what?
Jonah: I have no idea, but whatever you do, don’t use this website designer!
Irma: Oh, no, honey. Check this out! Sometimes you can’t believe everything you read online. Oh, the irony! This is why you must be really careful about outsourcing to unbelievable places like this! Ha!
Jonah: Wow! That is unbelievable.
Irma: I know. Truth really is stranger than fiction. You know what? Fuck the website! It can wait. Even the Dalai Lama can’t save the world, right? So, let’s hop a plane and go to Melbourne! Right now. It’s on my bucket list, and travel is so therapeutic for a gimp like me.
Jonah: I love you, sweetie!
Irma: I love you, too! Always.
Now, back to reality, whatever that is.
I read the Washington Post Magazine this morning, and this lady is awesome!
Well … since I really do love the Three Stooges …
I say this calls for a pie fight!
“Man is a product of evolution, but not his independence. Independence is a social product.”
Kim Jong-il, 16 February 1941 – 17 December 2011
PS: Go Terps!
PPS: Here’s my latest book review, in case you’re interested.
UPDATE: BTW, I happened to drop by Stephen Leather’s blog and leave a comment, which led to a short discussion, and you can read that here. I’ll let you decide why Amazon would pay a British author in American dollars.
And from my local libraries, a new kind of blind date! Isn’t that awesome? I even know Aimee Zuccarini, because she’s reviewed my books before. How awesome is that?
I remember when I used to go to the library all the time. Well, I used to just jump into my car and drive anywhere any old time, without a second thought. No longer. Oh, well.
But thank you, Joe Lansdale! Again.
And thank you, Paul and Trevor, for being real.
And what a beautiful sentiment on Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar!
“There’s no night without stars.”
– Andre Norton, February 17, 1912 – March 17, 2005
As well as this song, from one of my favorite movies!
Also, best propaganda film (spoiler alert — leaked clip)! Ha!
UPDATE 2: I just took the weirdest trip down memory lane on this blog. I happened to read this post about dystonia. Wow!
That was two and a half years ago. I was better able to write and walk at that time. And then I wrote the rantiest Fourth of July post ever! Ha ha ha …