Survive This...
Sorry there has been very little activity on the blog recently. I am still trying to finish the new book.
In the meantime, it has been brought to my attention that Alice, I Think has been entered in at least two Survivor competitions for books. In other words, the novel has been left on a remote island wearing only the skimpiest of bikinis and forced to compete for votes with more popular books.
Here is a good place to point out that every time James has suggested we go on The Amazing Race I remind him that I am not cut out for reality TV. First, I'm not fit enough. Second, I complain. A lot. Third, I have no stamina. Fourth: I do not excel at either backstabbing or manipulation. Fifth: I'm not good in groups or teams. Sixth: I have no desire to be famous. Seventh: our wedding has already been paid for, so the motivation of going on a reality show, getting short-term notoriety and then having the networks pick up the tab for a big tacky wedding is out. And eighth, I don't enjoy traveling much and require a lot of rest between trips, making me a spectacularly unsuitable candidate for The Amazing Race.
As the creator of Alice MacLeod, I am unsurprised to hear that she has not been much of a survivor. On one Book Survivor site she was even voted out first. That makes her the fictional equivalent of that woman who went on last season's Survivor with a collection of original camp-style songs that she insisted on singing even when the situation didn't call for a song. I am the first one to admit that the particulars of Alice's personality don't lend themselves to any sort of cutthroat popularity contest. The fact that in another contest she made it to the final three says something about the iconoclasm of the voters. Yay quirky readers!
In the end, this just confirms my belief that I must never allow James to talk me into applying to get on any reality TV show, no matter what kinds of free trips are offered. It's bad enough that a product of my imagination is getting her ass kicked on Book Survivor contests. I have no desire to experience the sensation in person.
Until next time...
In the meantime, it has been brought to my attention that Alice, I Think has been entered in at least two Survivor competitions for books. In other words, the novel has been left on a remote island wearing only the skimpiest of bikinis and forced to compete for votes with more popular books.
Here is a good place to point out that every time James has suggested we go on The Amazing Race I remind him that I am not cut out for reality TV. First, I'm not fit enough. Second, I complain. A lot. Third, I have no stamina. Fourth: I do not excel at either backstabbing or manipulation. Fifth: I'm not good in groups or teams. Sixth: I have no desire to be famous. Seventh: our wedding has already been paid for, so the motivation of going on a reality show, getting short-term notoriety and then having the networks pick up the tab for a big tacky wedding is out. And eighth, I don't enjoy traveling much and require a lot of rest between trips, making me a spectacularly unsuitable candidate for The Amazing Race.
As the creator of Alice MacLeod, I am unsurprised to hear that she has not been much of a survivor. On one Book Survivor site she was even voted out first. That makes her the fictional equivalent of that woman who went on last season's Survivor with a collection of original camp-style songs that she insisted on singing even when the situation didn't call for a song. I am the first one to admit that the particulars of Alice's personality don't lend themselves to any sort of cutthroat popularity contest. The fact that in another contest she made it to the final three says something about the iconoclasm of the voters. Yay quirky readers!
In the end, this just confirms my belief that I must never allow James to talk me into applying to get on any reality TV show, no matter what kinds of free trips are offered. It's bad enough that a product of my imagination is getting her ass kicked on Book Survivor contests. I have no desire to experience the sensation in person.
Until next time...
posted by Susan Juby at
9:35 p.m.
