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- I just ordered these! My left foot has been swimming in rain water for too long. To add insult to injury, the shoe stores have decided that real ladies don't need boots at this time of year while the weather says that yes, you really do. So, online I went. I never ordered shoes online before. I'm a little nervous, but hey, free return shipping!
- I'm also on AO3 now! Maybe there will actually be more than one story there at some point, who knows? Seriously, my output is pathetic. I need to stop wallowing in my own inadequacy and start producing.
- My cat Busy has started stinking these past couple days. It started as a cloying, musky-sweet smell and turned fishy-cheesy after that. I suspect there's something wrong with his anal glands, so off to the vet he goes as soon as the next check rolls in and here's hoping it won't ruin us again. Sigh.
- I've gained weight and had to get new pants.:(
- I sniffed B&BW's new perfume Country Chic and now I want it. I want it bad. Although I wonder how they managed to cram "bright spring woods" in there.
- I just got Carla Speed McNeil's Finder graphic novel "Voice". It's a strange, dark, but absolutely fascinating coming-of-age tale and you all need to get it and read it. That is, if you're not allergic to being confused now and then, because the Finder world is so rich and detailed, Carla's in the habit of adding footnotes for every page at the end of every volume. But the pay-off is so worth it. Nothing in Finder feels predictable or cliched. It's a bizarre world that also makes a frightening amount of sense, and at its core is a bunch of well-rendered, believable characters. Read it, please. Support good work! She has an uncompleted sequel to Voice up on her site, un-inked, but very readable.
WRITE, WOMAN! WRITE! POLISH THAT THING UP UNTIL IT FLOWS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL, SUN-DAPPLED STREAM OF LIFE-GIVING PROSE!
Message not to self:
I have today off, y'all. It will be spent right here, in a haze of caffeine-induced creativity.
Also, I bought a watch at work yesterday for $4. A co-worker deemed it "badass". It is.
Message not to self:
I have today off, y'all. It will be spent right here, in a haze of caffeine-induced creativity.
Also, I bought a watch at work yesterday for $4. A co-worker deemed it "badass". It is.
Today I frown upon Hallmark.com, where you can no longer buy individual e-cards for 99 cents. Instead, you HAVE to buy a subscription for $12 or stick with the few, crappy freebies. "Only $1 a month!" they hoot. Great if you actually tend to send more than 12 e-cards per year. A COMPLETE RIPOFF if you don't. *waves fist* I wanted to send my dad a Hoops & Yoyo card.:(
Had a bit of a nervous breakdown the other day, inspired by a leak in the garage ("leak" might not be the word, actually - water is welling up from this...thing sticking out of the floor, whenever it rains heavily), complete with wailing and crying and clinging to hubby while saying melodramatic things. A little odd, but then the thunder broke out and it all became clear. I am so in touch with nature that I always get cranky during thunderstorms. Special, huh?
Maybe that's why I don't find this soothing at all.
Anyway, the fic. It's...*sigh*...almost done. The question is how long it's going to keep being "almost done". I keep finding faults with it. The prose is just MORPHING before my eyes, reading as awkward one moment and flowing the next. I change one detail and then realize that just rendered another scene, or piece of dialogue, implausible. I'm not sure when to describe and when to just hint. This is why I so rarely write or draw or do anything creative, OK? I never get to the point when I can say "It's done" and just put it out there. Even after my hubby's beta round, I keep finding errors or things that seem like errors and they all sting. God.
The devil's in the details, I guess. Maybe I should just put it out there and edit it afterwards, if needed. Maybe? That's the perk of the Internet, after all.
Had a bit of a nervous breakdown the other day, inspired by a leak in the garage ("leak" might not be the word, actually - water is welling up from this...thing sticking out of the floor, whenever it rains heavily), complete with wailing and crying and clinging to hubby while saying melodramatic things. A little odd, but then the thunder broke out and it all became clear. I am so in touch with nature that I always get cranky during thunderstorms. Special, huh?
Maybe that's why I don't find this soothing at all.
Anyway, the fic. It's...*sigh*...almost done. The question is how long it's going to keep being "almost done". I keep finding faults with it. The prose is just MORPHING before my eyes, reading as awkward one moment and flowing the next. I change one detail and then realize that just rendered another scene, or piece of dialogue, implausible. I'm not sure when to describe and when to just hint. This is why I so rarely write or draw or do anything creative, OK? I never get to the point when I can say "It's done" and just put it out there. Even after my hubby's beta round, I keep finding errors or things that seem like errors and they all sting. God.
The devil's in the details, I guess. Maybe I should just put it out there and edit it afterwards, if needed. Maybe? That's the perk of the Internet, after all.
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- fic,
- life,
- miscellaneous,
- woe,
- writing
Well! The cold was false alarm, but I cuddled up in my shell anyway, because there's just not much going on at the moment. Oh, except that I was called to take a test re: that place I applied for a job at and if I didn't flunk too bad, they'll call me up for an interview. I don't know if I'd look forward to working there - the place seems kind of stiff - but it would be more money, and it's always all about money.
My hubby will look over my fic. This freaks me out a little, because while it's gen and I've tried not to make it very schmoopy, it's still...fangirl material and he's a guy with a guy-ish point of view and while he's promised not to snicker even on the inside, some reactions just can't be helped. But I've reached a point where I CAN'T proceed with the fic until I have someone else's input, so it must happen.
I would have thought that, at this age, I would have been more secure and confident in myself, steady as a rock and completely comfortable with who I am and what I do. But I almost feel more insecure now than I was as a teenager. It's baffling.
My hubby will look over my fic. This freaks me out a little, because while it's gen and I've tried not to make it very schmoopy, it's still...fangirl material and he's a guy with a guy-ish point of view and while he's promised not to snicker even on the inside, some reactions just can't be helped. But I've reached a point where I CAN'T proceed with the fic until I have someone else's input, so it must happen.
I would have thought that, at this age, I would have been more secure and confident in myself, steady as a rock and completely comfortable with who I am and what I do. But I almost feel more insecure now than I was as a teenager. It's baffling.
"Hon, this is not a BOOK you're writing. You are going overboard. It's just a fic. It will not nudge the universe in any direction. It is not going to be perfect and there is no need for all this micromanaging. Just get it DONE and post it and move on with your life."
And then I'm like "But. I mean. Syntax! Logic! Spelling! Characterization! *wrings hands* "
I'm going to need a beta sometime soon. Uhm. Any spontaneous volunteers?
And then I'm like "But. I mean. Syntax! Logic! Spelling! Characterization! *wrings hands* "
I'm going to need a beta sometime soon. Uhm. Any spontaneous volunteers?
I must immediately cease looking through the blog of Color me Katie and her adorable cat and start editing!
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Know what word I just wrote? FIN.
Know what that means? A heck of a lot of editing, but also: the story is pretty much DONE.
*screams mindlessly*
I am very happy to have managed to work both corpses and cookies into the epilogue.
It might be time for bed.
Oh yeah. Also: I applied for a second job.
Know what that means? A heck of a lot of editing, but also: the story is pretty much DONE.
*screams mindlessly*
I am very happy to have managed to work both corpses and cookies into the epilogue.
It might be time for bed.
Oh yeah. Also: I applied for a second job.
So, I don't know how it ended up 4:15AM here, but it happened. I guess it's time to wrap up.
Fic status: Not done. The raw bulk of it is down, but heavy editing is still required on the finale, lighter editing on the rest. I'm worried about my uneducated ESL prose. Fic now has a title, though: "The Quiet House". Nifty?
Need to go to bed.
Fic status: Not done. The raw bulk of it is down, but heavy editing is still required on the finale, lighter editing on the rest. I'm worried about my uneducated ESL prose. Fic now has a title, though: "The Quiet House". Nifty?
Need to go to bed.
I have been cranky and tired and thus stayed away, but today is my day off and we just bought a Christmas tree!<333 Lugged it home in the rain and everything!
Work has been hectic, but I haven't minded TOO much, because they have been kind enough to keep me off the register. By giving me the most nightmarish section to recover every night, naturally, but still - I'll take stressful recovery over stressful cashiering any day, thank you.
Yesterday, there was a girl walking around crying at work. It was hard to tell what age she was - she looked like early teens, but carried herself like someone younger. Had I been any shade of decent human being, I would have asked what was wrong, if she was looking for someone, etc, but I was stressed and instead I just got annoyed and avoided her. Go Christmas spirit.
The fic...I...just...I...I don't know! It needs to be simplified, I think. It grew too many heads. This is an awful lot of effort for something that will probably be read by five people at most, but I can't help but enjoy the process, as much as I sulk and want to tear my hair out about it.
Today was Lucia Day in Sweden. It's very strange, because it's a Catholic tradition celebrating an Italian saint and IIRC, Sweden is not very Catholic, nor terribly Italian. I think it's just an excuse to light up the darkness a bit, fire hazard notwithstanding. Oh, and to humiliate boys by putting them in white dresses and silly hats. *points and laughs*
Pretty much every town, school, church (yes, even the non-Catholic ones!) and congregation of note has their own Lucia with accompanying "train". Sweden's official Lucia is voted for by the public - it's basically a beauty contest - and the winner gets the honor of walking and standing stiffly for an hour or so, with a crown of fire on her head. Why is it always girls who have to go through stuff like that?
Now: cheese sandwich and writing.
Work has been hectic, but I haven't minded TOO much, because they have been kind enough to keep me off the register. By giving me the most nightmarish section to recover every night, naturally, but still - I'll take stressful recovery over stressful cashiering any day, thank you.
Yesterday, there was a girl walking around crying at work. It was hard to tell what age she was - she looked like early teens, but carried herself like someone younger. Had I been any shade of decent human being, I would have asked what was wrong, if she was looking for someone, etc, but I was stressed and instead I just got annoyed and avoided her. Go Christmas spirit.
The fic...I...just...I...I don't know! It needs to be simplified, I think. It grew too many heads. This is an awful lot of effort for something that will probably be read by five people at most, but I can't help but enjoy the process, as much as I sulk and want to tear my hair out about it.
Today was Lucia Day in Sweden. It's very strange, because it's a Catholic tradition celebrating an Italian saint and IIRC, Sweden is not very Catholic, nor terribly Italian. I think it's just an excuse to light up the darkness a bit, fire hazard notwithstanding. Oh, and to humiliate boys by putting them in white dresses and silly hats. *points and laughs*
Pretty much every town, school, church (yes, even the non-Catholic ones!) and congregation of note has their own Lucia with accompanying "train". Sweden's official Lucia is voted for by the public - it's basically a beauty contest - and the winner gets the honor of walking and standing stiffly for an hour or so, with a crown of fire on her head. Why is it always girls who have to go through stuff like that?
Now: cheese sandwich and writing.
*groans*
It has been my day off and I woke up at 4PM.
Because I got to sleep at 8AM.
Because I was wound up because I have my PERIOD. No, I'm not censoring that. I'd post pictures if I had the energy. I'm in that kind of mood.
I thought I'd get some Christmas spirit going by treating my husband to the Swedish version of O Holy Night, but hadn't counted on him getting distracted by the rousing "Oh HELL" of the chorus. Sigh. But here you guys go, anyway. Try not to snicker too much?
I re-wrote the beginning of my fic for the third time and I think it's coming together a little better in my head now!
And now I need to write more before I get too groggy.
It has been my day off and I woke up at 4PM.
Because I got to sleep at 8AM.
Because I was wound up because I have my PERIOD. No, I'm not censoring that. I'd post pictures if I had the energy. I'm in that kind of mood.
I thought I'd get some Christmas spirit going by treating my husband to the Swedish version of O Holy Night, but hadn't counted on him getting distracted by the rousing "Oh HELL" of the chorus. Sigh. But here you guys go, anyway. Try not to snicker too much?
I re-wrote the beginning of my fic for the third time and I think it's coming together a little better in my head now!
And now I need to write more before I get too groggy.
My fic! It's morphing into two stories! It's a monster! So I need to connect them, right? And I know the pure logistics of how, but the two stories have completely different tones! Gah!
Besides, I hate my prose. It feels clunky and pedestrian.
Bob struck again last night! I'm too tired to talk about it, but I will later! Christmas is killing us all!
Besides, I hate my prose. It feels clunky and pedestrian.
Bob struck again last night! I'm too tired to talk about it, but I will later! Christmas is killing us all!
We've been living here for five years and this is the first time we've gotten trick-or-treaters! I guess that yard work kind of paid off, after all?
I have a day off. I am kind of almost working on my fic about Arthur's mother. And Arthur. And his tentatively budding friendship with Eames post-Inception. I am a horribly slow and lazy writer. There's something wrong in my brain that makes it so. Internet distraction factors in as well. But then, I also feel out of my depth, because the Inception world is very very far from mine.
It's upsettingly wet outside, considering I need to go out to buy cat food. But I need to go, because otherwise Markus will squeal and beep and chirp in agony tonight. There's no way I'm braving this waterfall all the way to the pet store to get him the diet food tonight, though - he'll get a couple cans of Friskies to tide him over. I'm sure he won't mind.
I have a day off. I am kind of almost working on my fic about Arthur's mother. And Arthur. And his tentatively budding friendship with Eames post-Inception. I am a horribly slow and lazy writer. There's something wrong in my brain that makes it so. Internet distraction factors in as well. But then, I also feel out of my depth, because the Inception world is very very far from mine.
It's upsettingly wet outside, considering I need to go out to buy cat food. But I need to go, because otherwise Markus will squeal and beep and chirp in agony tonight. There's no way I'm braving this waterfall all the way to the pet store to get him the diet food tonight, though - he'll get a couple cans of Friskies to tide him over. I'm sure he won't mind.
I went to the dentist to have a filling adjusted and it actually wasn't as excruciatingly painful as last time. Yay!
I am writing on one of my Wolverine/Nightcrawler (gen) fics that have been lying around for ages. I wonder why this is such an underused pairing, fic-wise. Is it because they're so canonically happy together or what? Admittedly, I find them hard to write, myself, partly because of that, but I'm chronically blocked, so I don't count. There are so many talented writers out there that I wish would tackle these two. They have a fascinating relationship! Really!
Or is it because the majority of fics out there is slash and most slashers just don't find Kurt attractive? Perish the thought.
I am writing on one of my Wolverine/Nightcrawler (gen) fics that have been lying around for ages. I wonder why this is such an underused pairing, fic-wise. Is it because they're so canonically happy together or what? Admittedly, I find them hard to write, myself, partly because of that, but I'm chronically blocked, so I don't count. There are so many talented writers out there that I wish would tackle these two. They have a fascinating relationship! Really!
Or is it because the majority of fics out there is slash and most slashers just don't find Kurt attractive? Perish the thought.
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