or, answers part 2
You should blog about the random things that remind you of musicals, from Helena
Everything reminds me of musicals. I'm looking at a pile of stuffed animals right now at my friend Christy's house, where I'm staying tonight, and I'm thinking of Avenue Q. Every time I make a scary decision or am faced with the choice between acting out of fear and not (more on this in a sec), I think of Rent. When I rifle through my iPod it's to lament how little of my showtunes have made it on there, thanks to an iTunes disaster, and how much replenishing I need to do. The only thing that doesn't remind me of musicals is Harry Potter, which means, with the amount of Harry Potter in my life, that I can achieve some sort of balance. Though, it's always tempting to break into "Annie": "It's a Hard Knock Life," featuring the Weasley family, or "Maybe," featuring Harry in his cupboard. I think I started to filk this whole musical once, into "Harry" from "Annie." There are surprising parallels.
Here's question. What kind of music have you guys been listening to the most in the car so far on your PotterCast tour? Wizard rock? Something else?, from "A 30-ish Potter fan"
Tour's over, but, we did listen to a lot of Wizard Rock, half of the time to John's delight but some of the time to his consternation ("ENOUGH WIZARD ROCK!" etc). He had no shot with me and Bre and Sue in the car. The leadup to book seven made us more likely to want to listen to wizard rock than ever before; it was definitely a much larger portion of my musical diet then than it is now. It was all Harry and the Potters, the Remus Lupins, Draco and the Malfoys, Ministry of Magic, and some Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls, the lattermost two of which I hadn't heard before I got my hands on Bre's iPod. I just don't know who Oliver Boyd IS, or what he has to do with Harry Potter, and forgot to ask Christian (who "is" Oliver Boyd) that at Prophecy. Woops. Anyone know? Bueller? Bueller?
Outside of wizard rock, we listened to a lot of musicals (Rent was popular as we were driving into Santa Fe, for obvious reasons), because they made good singalongs. One very late night, to keep ourselves entertained and awake, we staged an entire Disney singalong.
When it wasn't wizrock or musicals, and I had the controls, I most often put on The Blow, The Fratellis, Norah Jones, Rilo Kiley, Jason Anderson, Bruce Springsteen, U2, Michael Jackson, Cheap Trick, Bon Jovi, 'NSYNC (yes, seriously, I love them in that high school way) and Elvis Presley. Totally dysfunctional playlist, but that's what my iPod is like. No rhyme, no reason.
And as much as humanly possible, I indoctrinated others to the ways of Eddie Izzard.
Now that you are travelling, have you started work on your book? You're meeting fans and seeing this phenomenon stark. Its so immense that it makes one feel so small and minute..It would be a tough job condensing it all in a book..Any fears??...Hats off to you for such an attempt....Also, when you publish the book, where will it be available? I'm in India...will it reach us Leaky fans here?, from Silos
OK, one thing at a time:
Firstly, thank you for the good wishes. The book will currently only be available in the US, but on Amazon to whomever wants to order it from anywhere. Hopefully it will be published in the UK and other countries so that you don't have to pay ludicrous shipping charges to get it. India...I can only hope! It all depends on how good I make it. Eck.
What you said is very true: I got to see it stark, and it is an immense thing that makes you feel immensely small.
"It would be a touch job condensing it all in a book. Any fears??" - Well, let me see.
There's the fear that despite the evidence I put forward in my proposal, I am not the person to do this job. There's the fear that I'm too young, and too inexperienced. There's the fear that the phenomenon is much too big for me and I've taken on too much. There's simple fear that hits me every morning when I stare at a blank page. There's the fear that I'll not get all the facts I need and the book will therefore not offer anyone anything new. There's the fear that the personal elements of the book will simply be uninteresting to anyone who isn't me. There's the fear that I won't make deadline. There's the towering fear that I'm not a good enough writer. There's the fear that those personal elements won't be uninteresting at all, but will tell much too much about myself - will be way too honest, way too central, make me way too vulnerable. There's the fear that those I write about will hate how they've been portrayed and therefore hate me. There's the fear that my friends and family won't like it, and will spend their lives trying to hide that fact from me. There's the fear of it flopping and spelling the end of my writing career. There's the fear that Jo would perceive me as writing a companion book, as trying to "cash in" on the phenomenon instead of adding something valuable to it. There's the fear that I won't add anything valuable to it. There's the fear that I'm never working hard enough or long enough. There's the fear that what I've written today, just now, is rubbish and should be sent out to writing classes as examples of bad prose. There's the fear that I'll miss something crucial, or accidentally make a big factual error. There's the fear of disappointing my editor, my agent, my mother. And above all, there's the fear of disappointing myself.
A large part of my daily energy is spent on something like Occlumency. When I sit down and try to proceed, this little green dude with horns pops up in my head and starts listing all these fears, loudly. I need to name him. Let's call him something completely ugly...Grogsnot. Got a nice hard sound to it, don't you think? Grogsnot, my little green dude, dances around and tells me how inadequate I am, how every word that gets put in front of the other is worse than the one before it, and that I was crazy to even attempt to try and do this, so why don't I just give up and go play Guitar Hero for the rest of the day? Sometimes it's easy to tune him out and get to work; sometimes it's not. I'm getting progressively better at it. His biggest enemy is my progress. As I make phone calls, send emails, write, read transcriptions, organize, make timelines - as these things occur, he gets paler and paler, and further and further away, until he's gone and I've had a productive day. Then he is banished for the rest of the night, but sleeps and restores his energy, and is back to try to get to me the next morning. The only thing that poisons him is good work, and as I settle down from the craziness of this summer, and head into lengthening periods of quiet work, he is becoming less powerful. Maybe one day I won't meet him at all. That'll be a good day.
The book is due (to be edited) Jan. 9, and Jan. 11, which will be a year since J.K. Rowling finished Deathly Hallows, is a Friday. This means that during this year's holidays I will be tearing my hair out; I will probably emerge only five days or so: Thanksgiving, Nancy's wedding, Christmas, Christy's wedding, New Year's Eve (maybe). I will not celebrate my birthday until 2008 (though this year I forgot to celebrate it with friends, so maybe it'll be a double). On January 9 and 10, I will sleep. I will hopefully also be celebrating my friend Rob's release from prison (Jan. 9 at last schedule, but who knows when it'll really be). On January 11, if all goes to plan, I'll have a big party with friends and family to celebrate life and good work and the stamping out of the little green Grogsnot.