Mehitobel Wilson: writer, reader, chronic curmudgeon.

Tomboy bombshell cowgirl; lover of funk, attracted to roadsides.

Besotted with spots.

Friend to sleaze.

Admirer of filthy films, fleshy steaks, Hong Kong rap, new felt and pocket-knocking 8-balls; prefers 10 gallons of hat and 4 fingers of Jack.

Procrastination here breeds urgency there. Urgency begets sharper fiction. The dream: hone it to a splinter, and sink it deep.

So I'm here.

Just let me sleep

I'm changing my name from Mehitobel Wilson to, um, something easier. Well, no I'm not, but I am irritated that so many freaking bookstores have spelled it "Mehitibel." Guess if you're looking for stuff from me, you really need to know the title, because finding me by name ain't going to happen. Unless you can't spell it either and your attempt happens to suit whatever that particular site's chosen to call me. Maybe just search under M*bel Wilson. (Unless you're searching one of the sites that spelled it "Mehitoble.")

Oh, and I won't be at Spookycon next weekend. Seems these aeroplane things ask for money before you can ride them around. Screw them.

Casey was here for a week, then I visited my folks & my DOG, then Nolan came for a week - between microscopy, houseguesting, dayjobbing, and groping miserably for a bit of sleep, FICTION (reading or writing it) is the last thing on my mind. I need nervous energy to write, or some sort of energy, anyway. I can barely bring myself to form entire yawns.





posted by Mehitobel Wilson at 3:25 PM