When I'm wide-eyed-freaked-out-just-plain-shocked I make a low sputterling
noise like "hommina hommina hommina".
I fell in love with Rain when I was writing
My Year on the Streets (and then some). It's sort of
a weird thing, isn't it? I created this character, Rain; Rain was
was pretty much totally my own creation; she's not based on anyone I know,
though I put her in situations that certain female friends of mine have been
in and she acts accordingly. Perhaps, then, she's mostly me, another
character that represents a facet of myself. That would make me Narcissus,
I guess.
There's really not much more too it. I want lots of people in positions
of power and influence to invite me to parties and point me out, saying, "See
that guy? That's TeleMuse." Or not invite me to parties, just bunch into
each other and say, "You would not believe who I got a call from yesterday;
TeleMuse." "Really? Isn't he that guy that _____?" "No."
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