Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Let's Go Mode (as my step-mommy would call it)
This one's above 300 000, but it's a beaut. The upper floor (mine) is bright, uncarpeted, with my three bedrooms (a little one to sleep in, a big one for office, a third for guests), and a nice deck. Downstairs Fernando has his own bathroom, two family rooms (one for sleeps, one for TV), a "computer area" for Warcraft, and a workshop for all his woodworking dreams. And notice how the workshop is fenced in, so he can't take over the back yard. ;-) Room to build an outdoor cat house.
Are you ready to move Fernando? Oh wait... can't afford it.
The open main floor features original re-done oak floors almost throughout (including the three bedrooms) cove ceilings, a pedestal sink in the updated bath, a feature fireplace and larger corner windows in the living room. The kitchen, also updated, has two skylights, chair rails, an eating nook and access to the 21' x 14' deck and the fenced back yard. Downstairs has a second bath, two family rooms, a computer area and a large workshop with outside access. Immaculate inside and out and lovingly owned by the same family for 35 years. Great central location, close to schools, shopping, bus routes and the hospital.It's also in the nabe that I like. My dad drove me around it (and other areas) so I could see in person what they're like. This nabe is near a lovely park, a 10 min bus ride to get downtown, and a 30 min bus ride to go out to the big box stores and movies. Let's go!
Monday, September 28, 2009
update
Back to work yesterday. I'm usually pretty jolly at work, but I felt a bit pep-less. However today I was doing the 6 AM shift, and the other manager called in sick so I was alone, so it was too much of a cuckoo day to be Blue. My preferred way to handle stress is with humour, so I couldn't get too mopey.
Things are still quiet in home, so I'm always trying to attract the other cats to my side at non-feeding times. "Spend tiiiime with meeeeee!" Then I go back to petting my stuffed cat. We bought Sherry a new cat dancer, and found a great laser pointer for Haley... bribery for the children.
But Nombly lives on in at least one way. When the cats wanted me to wake up and feed them, Nombly was the most effective cause he would walk back and forth across my pillow, pulling my hair in the process. And now Sherry has taken up the torch.
And I've thought of one advantage to Nombly's death. He won't have these friggin' cats chasing his tail all the time!
In fact, Haley has started attacking Sherry's tail! Heh heh heh. Nombly must be enjoying that one up in Kitty Heaven after all these years of being The Favourite Cat Toy.
Once per night, like clockwork, Haley attacks Sherry. She looks bored without Nombly, so I let her. She and Nombly used to chase each other around, but Sherry doesn't seem to differentiate between Game! and Attack! (Hard to blame him, considering Haley's insane behaviour.) But I guess he's going to have to learn, so now I don't intervene as quickly when she bugs him.
This is how Haley torments Bones (Sherry's other name):
- she stalks him around the living room for a bit, hiding behind things, sitting low, ready to pounce
- she waits til he's sitting somewhere, minding his own business - preferably above her
- then she POUNCES! She whacks him with her claws, or attacks his tail or something
- he turns and tries to whack her back, and then he gives her...
The Alpha Cat Stare
and
Swishes His Tail Ominously
- she swishes her tail in return, and meows this weird, long, prolonged meow at him (which is how I know she's stalking him even if they're not in the room with me) and attacks him again
- then she repeats the process until he finally jumps down on her and gives her a smackdown (usually a full body smackdown)
- she screams Murder! Murder! and that's when I check on them to make sure we're not in danger of a serious cat fight, and often after this she'll go sit somewhere "safe" even though she started it. And I reassure Bones that he's a good boy and I know he didn't start it.
IN OTHER NEWS
Poor Fernando how some weird sickness. Some gastro-ee thing, so you can guess what that means. I'm washing and alcoholing my hands all the time so I don't catch it!
IN OTHER NEWS
I've continued researching and plotting my next book. I might do Nanowrimo this year as a way of jumpstarting the actual writing of the book. Just a rough rough draft. I've never done Nano when working full-time, cause Nov is a busy time of year in retail, but I think I can do it. It just entails cutting out the internet-ahj.
Things are still quiet in home, so I'm always trying to attract the other cats to my side at non-feeding times. "Spend tiiiime with meeeeee!" Then I go back to petting my stuffed cat. We bought Sherry a new cat dancer, and found a great laser pointer for Haley... bribery for the children.
But Nombly lives on in at least one way. When the cats wanted me to wake up and feed them, Nombly was the most effective cause he would walk back and forth across my pillow, pulling my hair in the process. And now Sherry has taken up the torch.
And I've thought of one advantage to Nombly's death. He won't have these friggin' cats chasing his tail all the time!
In fact, Haley has started attacking Sherry's tail! Heh heh heh. Nombly must be enjoying that one up in Kitty Heaven after all these years of being The Favourite Cat Toy.
Once per night, like clockwork, Haley attacks Sherry. She looks bored without Nombly, so I let her. She and Nombly used to chase each other around, but Sherry doesn't seem to differentiate between Game! and Attack! (Hard to blame him, considering Haley's insane behaviour.) But I guess he's going to have to learn, so now I don't intervene as quickly when she bugs him.
This is how Haley torments Bones (Sherry's other name):
- she stalks him around the living room for a bit, hiding behind things, sitting low, ready to pounce
- she waits til he's sitting somewhere, minding his own business - preferably above her
- then she POUNCES! She whacks him with her claws, or attacks his tail or something
- he turns and tries to whack her back, and then he gives her...
The Alpha Cat Stare
and
Swishes His Tail Ominously
- she swishes her tail in return, and meows this weird, long, prolonged meow at him (which is how I know she's stalking him even if they're not in the room with me) and attacks him again
- then she repeats the process until he finally jumps down on her and gives her a smackdown (usually a full body smackdown)
- she screams Murder! Murder! and that's when I check on them to make sure we're not in danger of a serious cat fight, and often after this she'll go sit somewhere "safe" even though she started it. And I reassure Bones that he's a good boy and I know he didn't start it.
IN OTHER NEWS
Poor Fernando how some weird sickness. Some gastro-ee thing, so you can guess what that means. I'm washing and alcoholing my hands all the time so I don't catch it!
IN OTHER NEWS
I've continued researching and plotting my next book. I might do Nanowrimo this year as a way of jumpstarting the actual writing of the book. Just a rough rough draft. I've never done Nano when working full-time, cause Nov is a busy time of year in retail, but I think I can do it. It just entails cutting out the internet-ahj.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
spleuh
Alright. I'm not going to sit around listening to sad songs today. I'm going into the junk-food-and-depression phase. That's Step 2 of Petloss Grief right?
Bantha Poodoo and other depressing topics
I didn't sleep on the flight coming home, because it came in at 4 AM Vancouver time, which is when I go to bed. And then I didn't go to sleep until we got back from the vet around noon. I slept four hours, and haven't been able to go back to bed since. I tried once, but I felt too lonely, and came back out to watch TV, in the livingroom where Fernando was playing Warcraft. When I ran out of shows to watch, I watched a movie on youtube. It's 5 AM now, I'm gonna take my sleepy-headache pill, and then start another movie. See if I get tired enough to fall asleep. I get insomnia-ish when I'm sad. That's when I can understand why some people drink until they pass out. Normally Nombly would be hanging out on the couch with me, cause he always liked to be with people. Haley and Sherry are no help... she's up in her basket on the shelf, and I don't see Sherry so he's probably in my bedroom. He needs lots of personal space. Maybe I'll go get my stuffed cat and sit him on the couch with me. She's got a meaner temperament than Nombly (I got her when I was in school, and it was her job to watch me under lowered brows and make sure I was doing my homework) but at least she's gray.
I've been thinking about Bantha today--the Rottweiler my roommate (later sister in law) had. He was a beautiful dog, so frisky and lovable. He LOVED cats. He used to have a stuffed cat, and it was the only toy he wouldn't chew on and rip up, and when he accidentally tore the ear he was upset and Delyriam had to sew it back. Sherry stayed the hell away from him, but Nombly was very indignant at being shnuffled. Once Nombly was sitting up on the freezer-chest, and Bantha got sent out of the room for being naughty, and Nombly whacked him on the butt as he passed.
Years later, when Delyriam was married to my brother, Bantha got sick. I don't remember what the original symptoms were, but in the end they thought he had cancer. They tried all kinds of treatments, but the life just ebbed out of him. I remember going over to visit him, and he would just lay on the floor, listless, showing no interest in being petted etc. It was SO awful. Horrible. When my cat Ernie got sick enough to be put down, he never got to the point where he was that listless. He stopped eating and drinking, but he still liked to cuddle. But with Bantha it was heartbreaking. That's the one thing I'm just so glad we avoided with Nombly--that it all happened rather fast.
Not that that prevents me from crying every 2 minutes, but still... Nombly had a bad heart for most of his life, and the condition was much worse the last time we went to the vet, in the spring. But it didn't show. He looked and acted like an old cat much of the time, but he would still chase Haley around, and dance on my pillow to wake me up, and chase moths that came into the apartment. Fernando and I always hoped he'd have a massive heart attack while chasing Haley through the apartment, and just immediately die. I guess this was about as close as you can get to that. And I shudder to think of this happening if we'd been at work. Imagine dying (alone) because you slowly choke and suffocate? It's too awful to think of.
Okay. Off to take my pills and try another film and have a few more cries.
I've been thinking about Bantha today--the Rottweiler my roommate (later sister in law) had. He was a beautiful dog, so frisky and lovable. He LOVED cats. He used to have a stuffed cat, and it was the only toy he wouldn't chew on and rip up, and when he accidentally tore the ear he was upset and Delyriam had to sew it back. Sherry stayed the hell away from him, but Nombly was very indignant at being shnuffled. Once Nombly was sitting up on the freezer-chest, and Bantha got sent out of the room for being naughty, and Nombly whacked him on the butt as he passed.
Years later, when Delyriam was married to my brother, Bantha got sick. I don't remember what the original symptoms were, but in the end they thought he had cancer. They tried all kinds of treatments, but the life just ebbed out of him. I remember going over to visit him, and he would just lay on the floor, listless, showing no interest in being petted etc. It was SO awful. Horrible. When my cat Ernie got sick enough to be put down, he never got to the point where he was that listless. He stopped eating and drinking, but he still liked to cuddle. But with Bantha it was heartbreaking. That's the one thing I'm just so glad we avoided with Nombly--that it all happened rather fast.
Not that that prevents me from crying every 2 minutes, but still... Nombly had a bad heart for most of his life, and the condition was much worse the last time we went to the vet, in the spring. But it didn't show. He looked and acted like an old cat much of the time, but he would still chase Haley around, and dance on my pillow to wake me up, and chase moths that came into the apartment. Fernando and I always hoped he'd have a massive heart attack while chasing Haley through the apartment, and just immediately die. I guess this was about as close as you can get to that. And I shudder to think of this happening if we'd been at work. Imagine dying (alone) because you slowly choke and suffocate? It's too awful to think of.
Okay. Off to take my pills and try another film and have a few more cries.
Old Nombly was a mongrel
I think most of you have heard by now, that Fernando and I had to take our cat Nombly to the vet Wed morning and he was put down because his lungs were full of fluid and he could hardly breathe. I've spent the day just watching TV and crying whenever something sets me off. There's a lot I want to write about our Nombly, but one thing at a time.
My dad once taught my roommate and I the words to the Old Yeller theme
and after that we made up an Old Yeller song for every pet we got. Nombly's went like this:
Old Nombly was a mongrel
A little straight-eared mongrel
Fancy free, without a family tree
But he could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good cat should be.
Here Nombly! Come back Nombly
--meh! meh! meh!--
Beeeest doggone caaat in the Eaaast!
Nombly was saying "meh" long before it became fashionable. He had this short, staccatto sort of meow. Along with a short, whippity tail.
My dad once taught my roommate and I the words to the Old Yeller theme
and after that we made up an Old Yeller song for every pet we got. Nombly's went like this:
Old Nombly was a mongrel
A little straight-eared mongrel
Fancy free, without a family tree
But he could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good cat should be.
Here Nombly! Come back Nombly
--meh! meh! meh!--
Beeeest doggone caaat in the Eaaast!
Nombly was saying "meh" long before it became fashionable. He had this short, staccatto sort of meow. Along with a short, whippity tail.
Little whipity tail
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Back to Work season
I've been on a quest for the perfect water bottle. It had to be:
- cute!
- not tooo small
- wide enough opening to wash out properly
- pop-top for quick drinking.
Finally found one, at a cheap price, at Wal-Mart. Yays!
And here are my bento things, bought from Daiso. I'm ready for back to school! Er back to work!
- cute!
- not tooo small
- wide enough opening to wash out properly
- pop-top for quick drinking.
Finally found one, at a cheap price, at Wal-Mart. Yays!And here are my bento things, bought from Daiso. I'm ready for back to school! Er back to work!
With matching elastic, bag and fork.
Cutie bento box with chopsticks.
All my bento things!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Question of the day!
I only read one style/home design blog (Casapinka) and that's just because the woman is so frickin' funny.
Recently she and her little girl made cupcakes and tried to share them with people (at the park I think) and got NO takers after 8 tries. So now she's determined to start a sociology project of making cute cupcakes and offering them to strangers.
So in her last entry she's trying to make cupcakes, but they turn out all concave, so she fills them with pudding, but then she makes icing but uses granulated sugar instead of icing sugar:
Now I need to know: Would you take a homemade cupcake from a woman and her little girl?
Recently she and her little girl made cupcakes and tried to share them with people (at the park I think) and got NO takers after 8 tries. So now she's determined to start a sociology project of making cute cupcakes and offering them to strangers.
So in her last entry she's trying to make cupcakes, but they turn out all concave, so she fills them with pudding, but then she makes icing but uses granulated sugar instead of icing sugar:
Cruch, crunch, crunch. Yes, confectioner's sugar is that fine stuff and granulated sugar is - surprise - crunchy, sort of like the definition of "granulated." Frosting apparently requires the cocaine, rather than the kitty litter, of the sugar world.
Now I need to know: Would you take a homemade cupcake from a woman and her little girl?
The Story of Me: In Questions - West Coast Version
I always like these questionee things, cause I like to write about myself. But I'll try to only answer those I can give a West Coast Vacation answer to.
What is your current obsession?
Today: Thinking of future homes. Today dad, Pablo and I drove around Nanaimo, looking at possible places to live. And then step-mommy and I sat at the nets looking at rich people's homes in Nanaimo.
What is your weirdest obsession?
Tidying up files on the computer. Even other people's. If I had the time, I'd do our work computers too.
Coffee or tea?
Never coffee. And for some reason both the Padre and Step-madre asked me if I drink this week.
What’s for dinner?
Tonight I had a faux-cheese sandwich.
What 5 words best describe you?
Up all night with interwebs.
What was the last thing you bought?
A map of Nanaimo.
What are you listening to right now?
Old 80s band: Toronto. (You know I loved them at LEAST because they had a female guitarist. My brother bought me a Best Of for my birthday some time in mah teens.)
(Or if you're feeling a little fubar:)
What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
We've been eating vanilla Soy Good all week, but at mum's I found Napolitan! It had been a longo time-o.
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Home to see Fernando and the kittehs. Except the former is asleep now.
What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own wardrobe?
My new leg warmers!
What is your dream job?
Regularly published fiction writer. Like duh. I finished up the editing on my last book, while at mum's, and now it's back to the query letter. (Then why am I here doing this?? Shush!)
What is your worst habit?
Chewing my peeling lip skin? Tapping out drums on my computer/desk/book (my worst habit according to the mothers.) Interrupting people?
What's your party trick?
I demonstrated my Ethel Merman to my step-mother yesterday. Used to drive my mother crazy with it.
What are you going to do after this?
Hopefully work on my query, but probably upload camera pics.
What are your favourite movies?
Just talking about Trading Places today. One of my faves.
What is your favorite fruit?
This week I've been eating cantaloupe.
What inspires you?
Nanaimo on a sunny day like today. Listening to great music (we're now at Tori Amos.)
Your favorite book?
Just read that great Jilly Cooper book!
Do you collect something?
Um books.
What is your favorite smell?
The sea air on the west coast.
What are you most proud of?
One thing - I have a great relationship with all my immediate family.
Another - I've consistently worked on my writing since about 9 years old.
How many times do you press the snooze button before you get up?
I'm on vacaaaay muthah-f****ahs! ;-)
Cats or dogs?
While I'm here, I have to say tropical birds. But last week it would have been cats and dogs. And at home: my cats.
What’s your biggest fashion mistake?
Pu. Leeze. I'm proud of every outfit in every old picture of myself! Well... okay maybe my biggest fashion mistake is working for a company that requires a dress code. ;-)
(That's my wedding dress.)
What's the best life lesson you've learnt?
My dad used to tell me, when I was little, "Hate is a strong word." (Meaning: Should you really use it when describing an ice cream flavour you don't like?)
If you had one day in your life to live over, which would you choose and why?
Well. Feel free to write your own responses to these questions! I always like to read these things about other peeps.
What is your current obsession?
Today: Thinking of future homes. Today dad, Pablo and I drove around Nanaimo, looking at possible places to live. And then step-mommy and I sat at the nets looking at rich people's homes in Nanaimo.
What is your weirdest obsession?
Tidying up files on the computer. Even other people's. If I had the time, I'd do our work computers too.
Coffee or tea?
Never coffee. And for some reason both the Padre and Step-madre asked me if I drink this week.
What’s for dinner?
Tonight I had a faux-cheese sandwich.
What 5 words best describe you?
Up all night with interwebs.
What was the last thing you bought?
A map of Nanaimo.
What are you listening to right now?
Old 80s band: Toronto. (You know I loved them at LEAST because they had a female guitarist. My brother bought me a Best Of for my birthday some time in mah teens.)
(Or if you're feeling a little fubar:)
What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
We've been eating vanilla Soy Good all week, but at mum's I found Napolitan! It had been a longo time-o.
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Home to see Fernando and the kittehs. Except the former is asleep now.
What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own wardrobe?
My new leg warmers!
What is your dream job?
Regularly published fiction writer. Like duh. I finished up the editing on my last book, while at mum's, and now it's back to the query letter. (Then why am I here doing this?? Shush!)
What is your worst habit?
Chewing my peeling lip skin? Tapping out drums on my computer/desk/book (my worst habit according to the mothers.) Interrupting people?
What's your party trick?
I demonstrated my Ethel Merman to my step-mother yesterday. Used to drive my mother crazy with it.
What are you going to do after this?
Hopefully work on my query, but probably upload camera pics.
What are your favourite movies?
Just talking about Trading Places today. One of my faves.
What is your favorite fruit?
This week I've been eating cantaloupe.
What inspires you?
Nanaimo on a sunny day like today. Listening to great music (we're now at Tori Amos.)
Your favorite book?
Just read that great Jilly Cooper book!
Do you collect something?
Um books.
What is your favorite smell?
The sea air on the west coast.
What are you most proud of?
One thing - I have a great relationship with all my immediate family.
Another - I've consistently worked on my writing since about 9 years old.
How many times do you press the snooze button before you get up?
I'm on vacaaaay muthah-f****ahs! ;-)
Cats or dogs?
While I'm here, I have to say tropical birds. But last week it would have been cats and dogs. And at home: my cats.
What’s your biggest fashion mistake?
Pu. Leeze. I'm proud of every outfit in every old picture of myself! Well... okay maybe my biggest fashion mistake is working for a company that requires a dress code. ;-)
(That's my wedding dress.)What's the best life lesson you've learnt?
My dad used to tell me, when I was little, "Hate is a strong word." (Meaning: Should you really use it when describing an ice cream flavour you don't like?)
If you had one day in your life to live over, which would you choose and why?
Well. Feel free to write your own responses to these questions! I always like to read these things about other peeps.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Navel Gazing: The Books That Changed My Life - Connie
Doomsday Book - Connie WillisI wanted to read some sci fi, and picked this up only because the author had won lots of awards. I can remember sitting on the 203 bus, immediately sucked into the first couple pages. And then I remember sitting on the sofa, listening to Gordon Lightfoot, and getting weepy over the ending of the book.
There are many reasons to love this book, and you certainly don't need to be a spiritual person to love it (after all, it won sci fi awards) -- but there is definitely a God-the-father-and-Christ-the-son parallel between the two main characters, which to me lent an extra layer of poignancy and meaning to the dénouement. --> The idea that the only way we really experience God is through the ways we compassionately connect with each other.
lolbad
I love lolcats but... how did someone get a picture like this, other than throwing their cat onto the snowy roof and letting it fall, in order to take the photo?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
30 seconds
From an article by a professional screenwriter about hating it when random people ask him to read their scripts:
There's a great story about Pablo Picasso. Some guy told Picasso he'd pay him to draw a picture on a napkin. Picasso whipped out a pen and banged out a sketch, handed it to the guy, and said, "One million dollars, please."
"A million dollars?" the guy exclaimed. "That only took you thirty seconds!"
"Yes," said Picasso. "But it took me fifty years to learn how to draw that in thirty seconds."
Dan Brown: deep meaning and spiritual enlightenment
From literary agent Nathan Bransford's blog:
"And now that THE LOST SYMBOL is out, I'd like to make a personal plea that literary bookish types abstain from the whole "I'm so above his writing but okay the books are kind of fun to read" attitude. People! They're entertainment. It's okay to like them without apologizing. Or don't like them. Whatever. Just don't be too cool for school. It's not like I watch The Bachelor in the hopes of finding deep meaning and spiritual enlightenment!! That's just a bonus."
Mary Travers
I haven't really had time to process the death of Mary Travers, of Peter Paul and Mary. This is one of the bands I grew up on, because my dad owned a few of their albums. I used to stare at this cover, because I thought Mary was just so beautiful.
I loved their harmonies, and I loved learning the lyrics and singing along. And they were a band that grew with me, in the sense that as I got older new songs stood out to me, and every couple years I get new favourites.
This is one: "Hangman."
It's about a man who's going to hang, and he sees various members of his family arriving to the hanging site. You have to listen to the emotion and nuance they give it. As each member of the family arrives, they sing with more desperation. Except for the line "hangin' from the gallows tree" which is always sung very quietly and solemnly. And in a harmony so beautiful they sound like one voice, though they're singing different notes.
He gets a smackdown from each family member, until his True Love finally arrives and saves him. This whole section is sung differently--the three singers sing the "Slack your rope hangman" section in harmony instead of solo. They don't sound desperate, just intense. And then the song ends with a solo of Mary replying:
"Yes I have brought you hope. Yes I have paid your fee. And I've not come to see you hanging from the gallows tree."
I think it's so beautiful. Check out Mary's emoting, and that low note she hits!
Here's one of the songs I *discovered* in my teens. It's the first version I ever heard of "The First Time" and therefore my fave. I can't even imagine this song without Mary-many of their songs are carried by her voice rising above the male harmonies.
I loved their harmonies, and I loved learning the lyrics and singing along. And they were a band that grew with me, in the sense that as I got older new songs stood out to me, and every couple years I get new favourites.
This is one: "Hangman."
It's about a man who's going to hang, and he sees various members of his family arriving to the hanging site. You have to listen to the emotion and nuance they give it. As each member of the family arrives, they sing with more desperation. Except for the line "hangin' from the gallows tree" which is always sung very quietly and solemnly. And in a harmony so beautiful they sound like one voice, though they're singing different notes.
He gets a smackdown from each family member, until his True Love finally arrives and saves him. This whole section is sung differently--the three singers sing the "Slack your rope hangman" section in harmony instead of solo. They don't sound desperate, just intense. And then the song ends with a solo of Mary replying:
"Yes I have brought you hope. Yes I have paid your fee. And I've not come to see you hanging from the gallows tree."
I think it's so beautiful. Check out Mary's emoting, and that low note she hits!
Here's one of the songs I *discovered* in my teens. It's the first version I ever heard of "The First Time" and therefore my fave. I can't even imagine this song without Mary-many of their songs are carried by her voice rising above the male harmonies.
just sittin' around...
I just finished Jilly Cooper's The Man Who Made Husbands Jealous. Heavens--funny and a great romance. When deciding what to read on vacation I purposely chose romantic comedies so I can get in the right frame of mind to think about my next book. And Jilly is a great writer to study... her plotting and pacing and descriptions and dialogue and detail and romance chemistry and funny animal characters... she's seriously talented.
I spent the first week of my vacay at my mum's in Vancouver.
For a couple days now I've been at my dad and step-mother's in Nanaimo, and my brother's staying here too so we can visit. (He usually lives at Muthah's, but there isn't really room enough for us all to hang there. The Folks' house has three levels, so we can all escape each other when needed.)
Now I'm just sitting in the living room having some Alone Time. Actually, it's not so much about being physically alone. I just need time each week to listen to music, and if I go too long then I end up doing this... sitting here for hours going through my music collection and building a list of Stuff I'd Like to Listen to. The list now has 101 items, or 9 hours of listening. Not really gonna get through all that tonight. Ahem.
It's almost 5 AM. But I don't want to go to sleeeeps! Maybe I'll just listen to Metallica's "No Leaf Clover" before I go...
Confession: On another note... I have to confess that today I bought a book. It's an Adrian Mole that I don't think I own, though it's hard to tell because of the way the books are put together into collections and such. My first failure in my attempt to Stop Adding to My Fiction Collection.
I spent the first week of my vacay at my mum's in Vancouver.
Here's Yoda, reading Jilly & eating my
bagel when my back is turned.
bagel when my back is turned.
Me and Sassy at the beach.
Sassy is one of my muthah's 3 dogs.
Sassy is one of my muthah's 3 dogs.
For a couple days now I've been at my dad and step-mother's in Nanaimo, and my brother's staying here too so we can visit. (He usually lives at Muthah's, but there isn't really room enough for us all to hang there. The Folks' house has three levels, so we can all escape each other when needed.)
Now I'm just sitting in the living room having some Alone Time. Actually, it's not so much about being physically alone. I just need time each week to listen to music, and if I go too long then I end up doing this... sitting here for hours going through my music collection and building a list of Stuff I'd Like to Listen to. The list now has 101 items, or 9 hours of listening. Not really gonna get through all that tonight. Ahem.
It's almost 5 AM. But I don't want to go to sleeeeps! Maybe I'll just listen to Metallica's "No Leaf Clover" before I go...
Confession: On another note... I have to confess that today I bought a book. It's an Adrian Mole that I don't think I own, though it's hard to tell because of the way the books are put together into collections and such. My first failure in my attempt to Stop Adding to My Fiction Collection.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
more more Kanye
There's a good article in Entertainment Weekly, speculating why the Kanye story is eliciting an over-reaction from many people -- a lot of Twitterers calling him the N word and saying he should be killed, but also "the characterizations of Taylor Swift as a victim of some awful crime" (calling it an “attack” or a “violation” or an “assault,”). The article writer, and some other bloggers, think a lot of these comments are coming out of the Outrage Over Black Guy Raping White Woman vein in American history.
"if you inflate this relatively minor transgression into a four-alarm scandal of the type described in the previous paragraph, then maybe it’s worth considering whether you’re the one crossing a line."
From Sep 15 2009 05:14 PM "Kanye West and Taylor Swift: Why do people care so much about this story?" by Simon Vozick-Levinson
My rich feet
So today I bought three pairs of shoes, all of them wear-able to work. All of them Fancy Good for Feet and Durable Expensive. All from Ronsons, which specializes in quality and comfortable shoes.
I bought a pair of half-price brown "fashion sneakers." Kinda like these... I think they were Rockports.
And then I found a pair of Ecco boots with sneaker bottoms, to wear with skirts. I can't wear dress shoes, cause I can't wear bare feet in shoes, and I just hate nylons. With boots I can wear sports socks! I don't have a picture of these, but... it's the most money I've spent on a pair of shoes in my life. I was assured of their quality and durability. So I just closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and said: I'll take them. Any time you see me in them, you have to tell me how great they look, even if you hate them. And if you're ever short on cash, I recommend you steal them off my feet.
Then I asked the girl for "shoes that nurses wear" -- the best shoes for working on your feet! She recommended Dansko faux-clogs. They're really weird. They're podiatrist approved, with really high arches, which when you first wear them press on your arches and almost hurt. She said they're basically orthotics. And they're clogs, meaning the back-heel part of the shoe isn't there for support... it's just there so that if your dress code at work (like at mine) says you can't wear sandals / you have to wear closed shoes, these will pass muster. But your feet don't touch the back, which I'm not used to either. Anyway, she said wear them in the house (not outside) and if they're uncomfortable I can bring them back. Very strange, my ortho shoes!
I bought a pair of half-price brown "fashion sneakers." Kinda like these... I think they were Rockports.
And then I found a pair of Ecco boots with sneaker bottoms, to wear with skirts. I can't wear dress shoes, cause I can't wear bare feet in shoes, and I just hate nylons. With boots I can wear sports socks! I don't have a picture of these, but... it's the most money I've spent on a pair of shoes in my life. I was assured of their quality and durability. So I just closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and said: I'll take them. Any time you see me in them, you have to tell me how great they look, even if you hate them. And if you're ever short on cash, I recommend you steal them off my feet.
Then I asked the girl for "shoes that nurses wear" -- the best shoes for working on your feet! She recommended Dansko faux-clogs. They're really weird. They're podiatrist approved, with really high arches, which when you first wear them press on your arches and almost hurt. She said they're basically orthotics. And they're clogs, meaning the back-heel part of the shoe isn't there for support... it's just there so that if your dress code at work (like at mine) says you can't wear sandals / you have to wear closed shoes, these will pass muster. But your feet don't touch the back, which I'm not used to either. Anyway, she said wear them in the house (not outside) and if they're uncomfortable I can bring them back. Very strange, my ortho shoes!
my bento obsession
I bought my bento boxes today, from Daiso--it's a Japanese 2-dollar store, and the one is Richmond is the North American flagship store so it's two floors. They didn't sell nice Bentos, just cheap plastic ones ($2 - $3); but that's probably better since I don't know if I'll use them often enough.
This is one of them. The website doesn't
have the other one I bought. ('ll photograph them later.)
have the other one I bought. ('ll photograph them later.)
Buying cheap boxes allowed me to buy Bento-cessories!
Matching mini fork!
Cute-animal dividers!
(To keep foods separated.
Like the grass in sushi boxes.)
Little salt/pepper bottles.
And other stuff I don't see on the site. Now I just have to resist buying the Vegan Lunch Box or Vegan Lunch Box Around the World books. I just need ideas of cute little foods to stuff into my bentos, not new recipes!
And now I need to take the ferry ride over to Van Island, so that I have an excuse to pack myself a bento lunch.
* More insanely cute Bento lunches.
More Kanye
We watched Kanye on Jay Leno tonight. Actually, he seemed sincerely bummed. It sounded like this has actually led to a *soul searching.* He said something about having to come to terms with the fact that award shows didn't turn out to be what he always imagined they were like (before he made it, I guess). And also I THINK he was saying that since his mother died (in 2007) he's been working non-stop, and he hasn't processed his own pain, and his put that "hurt" on someone else who didn't deserve it.
The funny moment, for me.
Leno: When did you realize you'd made a mistake?
Kanye: When I handed the microphone back to her, and she didn't go on.
I mean, that just shows... he lives in an alternate reality, and really wasn't thinking what a HUGE moment this was for her.
Anyway. I think all this "boycott Kanye!" stuff is foolish. He's a great artist, and if he makes more great music then I'll buy it. It only *go off* someone if they're racist or something. Being foolish isn't enough.
Well, I look forward to working in some Kanye-esque type character into my next book!
The funny moment, for me.
Leno: When did you realize you'd made a mistake?
Kanye: When I handed the microphone back to her, and she didn't go on.
I mean, that just shows... he lives in an alternate reality, and really wasn't thinking what a HUGE moment this was for her.
Anyway. I think all this "boycott Kanye!" stuff is foolish. He's a great artist, and if he makes more great music then I'll buy it. It only *go off* someone if they're racist or something. Being foolish isn't enough.
Well, I look forward to working in some Kanye-esque type character into my next book!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Kanye! You are soooooooo crazy!
Kanye West continues to be my favourite iiiiinsaaaaaane artist. And I love how even in his apology to Taylor Swift, he's still trying to justify what he did. Heesa crazy! Poor girl. I kinda wish he'd done this to someone like P!nk, though, because she would have hauled off and hit him. As it was, that poor girl was just stunned.He also gave a shout-out to Serena Williams for telling a ref "I'll fucking take this ball and shove it down your fucking throat" but I can only find that in Google history, and no longer on his blog. (His apology to Taylor has disappeared as well.)
kanYe West : Blog :
14 Sep 2009 ... They did Serena wrong but thats ok you cant keep a good woman down but a ... SHOUT OUT TO SERENA! HeartlesSleeve | September 14, 2009 ...
www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/?... - 7 hours ago - Similar -
Sunday, September 13, 2009
getting myself rejected
From "Reasons Why Your Manuscript Got Rejected" at Inkygirl:
- how hard writing is: Writing is a breeze! Easy-peasy! No problemo! You hear me agents and editors? NO PROBLEMO. It must be easy, because James Patterson's just signed on to write 17 books in 3 years.
- about being rejected: I haven't had a rejection in years! (Okay well I haven't submitted something in years, but still.)
- publicly bash a book: Winnie the Pooh! What a terrible book. Who could write such trash??
4. The writer seems like a difficult person to work with. Wendy always Googles an author’s name before offering a contract. She says she may be prompted to change her mind about signing up an author if they share too much information in their blog, if they tend to blog a lot about how hard writing is, if they blog about being rejected many times, if they publicly bash a book she’s worked on, or if they bash a colleague in the business who is her friend.- shares too much information: Like the colour of underwear I'm wearing? Or the fact that I sometimes drool in my sleep on the side where my nerves are dead?
- how hard writing is: Writing is a breeze! Easy-peasy! No problemo! You hear me agents and editors? NO PROBLEMO. It must be easy, because James Patterson's just signed on to write 17 books in 3 years.
- about being rejected: I haven't had a rejection in years! (Okay well I haven't submitted something in years, but still.)
- publicly bash a book: Winnie the Pooh! What a terrible book. Who could write such trash??
Navel Gazing: The Books That Changed My Life - Bibletude
The Bibble (New International Version is my fave translation)I attended a very Bible-centered church from about age 15 to 23, and so was exposed to all these great stories. There are a lot of movies and books in the western world that reference the Bible (in symbolism etc), so it's handy to have that Biblical literacy.
There are also some beautiful, beautiful passages, such as Paul's writings about love; or one of my Old Test faves "I've set before you life and death, blessing or cursing--therefore choose life." Friend Maewitch once asked me if this meant I believed there was something wrong/unnatural about death. Definitely not. Death is only the other side of the coin, after all. You really can't have one without the other. You can't even survive without killing things. But I believe we're genetically *programmed* to want to live, while we are alive. We're supposed to "rage against the dying of the light" as Dylan Thomas wrote.
And more importantly, I take this passage on a symbolic/moral level. We don't know why we're here, or whether there's a God, or any sort of *meaning* to this life--but I think all you can do is respond to life as you see it, as you're living it. And I think the most compassionate way to live that life is to make decisions that "choose life" so to speak--being kind to people, helping others, practicing compassion, caring about the life around you, whether it's the environment or animals. If you live this way, and then you die and that's all there was... well, won't you have lived a worthwhile life? Won't you have made life just a little bit more bearable for someone else? I think that's a pretty good goal.
And finally, I think the New Test has some practical, indisputable advice for living your life. Not in all those historical-specific details, or obscure prophecies, but at the heart of the message: love each other. Practice patience, kindness, goodness, etc.
Friday, September 11, 2009
The 80s! good for something
I finally went clothes shopping today. Here are 4 reasons I'm glad the 80s/early 90s are back in:
- I can find cheap large earrings again
--> As mentioned before, I've started back into Earring Wear-ahj. (Cheap earrings are much lighter than quality ones.)
- I can find knee socks again
--> I used to have a great collection, but I wore them til they were destroyed and then I moved on to other things. But today I got a yen for knee socks again. Not a lot to choose from, but a start. (Oh and I bought a great pair of legwarmers too! Only worn together for photographic purposes.0
- I can find good leggings again
--> I tried buying some leggings from Old Navy a few years ago, but they're awful--they don't stay up! Make me mental. Au Coton used to be the place for leggings, but they disappeared along with the 80s. However I found great ones at Zellers today. Leggings are just more comfortable than tights, and warmer. And I have such long legs that even "extra long" tights don't stay up well--I prefer things with no feet.
- I can find big purses again
--> We have to bag check employees at work, so I'm very up on purse trendiness. I remember when every girl at work had purses so small my standard joke was "to make sure you're not stealing a bookmark." Then I saw them grow and grow, and now some of the bags are as big as their torsos. (Too big... come on, you'll never find fuck all in a bag like that.) But I've decided, for my vacation, to see if I can live without my backpack and just use my laptop bag and a purse. So I bought a snazzy faux snakeskin, in a red that doesn't clash too much with the red laptop bag. (Red is, like, a neutral to me.)
- I can find cheap large earrings again
--> As mentioned before, I've started back into Earring Wear-ahj. (Cheap earrings are much lighter than quality ones.)
- I can find knee socks again
--> I used to have a great collection, but I wore them til they were destroyed and then I moved on to other things. But today I got a yen for knee socks again. Not a lot to choose from, but a start. (Oh and I bought a great pair of legwarmers too! Only worn together for photographic purposes.0
- I can find good leggings again
--> I tried buying some leggings from Old Navy a few years ago, but they're awful--they don't stay up! Make me mental. Au Coton used to be the place for leggings, but they disappeared along with the 80s. However I found great ones at Zellers today. Leggings are just more comfortable than tights, and warmer. And I have such long legs that even "extra long" tights don't stay up well--I prefer things with no feet.
(Look at the zippers on the ankle! Heh heh.)
- I can find big purses again
--> We have to bag check employees at work, so I'm very up on purse trendiness. I remember when every girl at work had purses so small my standard joke was "to make sure you're not stealing a bookmark." Then I saw them grow and grow, and now some of the bags are as big as their torsos. (Too big... come on, you'll never find fuck all in a bag like that.) But I've decided, for my vacation, to see if I can live without my backpack and just use my laptop bag and a purse. So I bought a snazzy faux snakeskin, in a red that doesn't clash too much with the red laptop bag. (Red is, like, a neutral to me.)
I sewed on "grips" to the handles, so my purse won't slip off my
shoulder. Which is my HUGEST purse peeve.
shoulder. Which is my HUGEST purse peeve.
Quote of the Day
"There's only so much you can learn in one place
The more that you wait, the more time that you waste"
Listening to Madonna's "Jump." That's a pretty good line--I'd never noticed it before. Of course it should say "the longer you wait" not "the more"... but song lyrics aren't known for their Supreme Grasp of the Eng Lang.
The more that you wait, the more time that you waste"
Listening to Madonna's "Jump." That's a pretty good line--I'd never noticed it before. Of course it should say "the longer you wait" not "the more"... but song lyrics aren't known for their Supreme Grasp of the Eng Lang.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
What to do on vacazione...
The only thing bad about going away on vacation is Missing the Family. Here's little Nombs, sitting on the couch back by me. He's such a sweet cat.
Friday I leave for Vancouver for 5 days, then Nanaimo for another 5. I want to do the following things on my vacation:
1. go to the Japanese shop and look at Bento boxes!
2. read
3. watch anything
4. start planning my next book
5. stare at the walls
6. stay off my feet
I've got fascitiis or something in my right foot. I go see my doctor in late fall usually, for my pill renewal, so I might ask for a referral to a podiatrist. And I've got to buy better work shoes when I get back--the kind nurses wear. Looks like years of crapitude shoes, and working on my feet, has finally caught up to me. In the meantime, I just want to stay off my feet!
Jilly is vair vair amusant
I decided to start a Jilly Cooper book, instead of the Guernsey. I'm planning my next book, so I'd rather read something sort of in the vein of what I want to write. Something funny, to get me in a funny mood. Cooper's characters are so trashy and trashed, bonking and drinking their way across the polo pitches... vair vair amusant.There's always a bunch of characters, and one of them always has a great romance storyline. So bonking, drinking, and a little sweet romance. Also great horse, dog and cat characters, great flower descriptions, great polo matches, and plenty of bon mots. Just the thing for a vacation.
I'd love to buy up all the rest of the Georgia Nicolson books and read those on vacay, but that's a lot of money for books that only take a couple hours to read. The library still hasn't come through with book 6 for me. Vair vair non amusant.
I'm watching Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf as I write this. I'd always thought I'd love this play once I'd seen it, because I love these depressing 60s plays. But really, it's just annoying.
I re-watched Rashoman this week. That was better.
more "shit my dad says"
- 'You don't know shit, and you're not shit. Don't take that the wrong way, that was meant to cheer you up."
- "Here's a strawberry, sorry for farting near you...Hey! Either take the strawberry and stop bitching, or no strawberry, that's the deal."
- "The worst thing you can be is a liar....Okay fine, yes, the worst thing you can be is a Nazi, but THEN, number two is liar. Nazi 1, Liar 2"
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
1 work day til vacation!
Alright, my Attraction blog is all set up to post the rest of the week. I just have to make some schedules for work, and then tomorrow at work I won't have very many loose ends left to tie up. I even have a nice lunch all packed for tomorrow (I'm usually too lazy, but looking at bento lunchboxes all evening put me in the mood) -- iced tea, chick pea spread sandwich, cucumbers and a little bag of chippies!
I also have to use up the vegetables before I leave, cause Fernando won't. Tomorrow I will make pizzas to use up the tomatoes, and then I'll be fine.
How Organized I am. Something terrible must be around the corner.
Ooh, also this vacation I get to try out my travel vegan cookbook.
All that's left is to make a Packing List and choose out which books to bring. I'm going to read Bitten (the author's coming to our store next month), but I need a second book... maybe The Guernsay Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. ...I both hate and love the process of choosing the next book to read.
I also have to use up the vegetables before I leave, cause Fernando won't. Tomorrow I will make pizzas to use up the tomatoes, and then I'll be fine.
How Organized I am. Something terrible must be around the corner.
Ooh, also this vacation I get to try out my travel vegan cookbook.
All that's left is to make a Packing List and choose out which books to bring. I'm going to read Bitten (the author's coming to our store next month), but I need a second book... maybe The Guernsay Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. ...I both hate and love the process of choosing the next book to read.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
roommating
Romance author Jennifer Crusie shares her house with a couple other women and their kids. Plus dogs and cats. She often writes about the jollifying they get up to, and I must admit it sounds fun and reminds me of when Delyriam and I used to live together, and Swiss Girl down the hall. Living with a girlfriend can definitely be a load of fun sometimes.
[The story I just read is of them adopting a dachsund, and having to adopt the toy poodle which the dachsund had adopted. And how Jennifer and her roommate are NOT dress-up-the-poodle types... aside from the hoodie, the duckie outfit, and t-shirts they buy her.]
[The story I just read is of them adopting a dachsund, and having to adopt the toy poodle which the dachsund had adopted. And how Jennifer and her roommate are NOT dress-up-the-poodle types... aside from the hoodie, the duckie outfit, and t-shirts they buy her.]
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Navel Gazing: The Books That Changed My Life - Malcolm
The Autobiography of Malcolm XAs mentioned previously, I loved reading about Malcolm because he was a man who believed in evolving. But watching the movie again, and re-reading parts, I've also realized I just identify with him as well.
* I've also been part of a cult-y church, and went through a big struggle when my husband was suspended from said church. (When Malcolm is *silenced* in the movie, it's all painfully familiar--it's like watching what my husband went through, all over again. Very hurtful stuff.)
* I've tried to live this very Moral Life--after prison, Malcolm didn't sleep with anyone until he married, and then he was monogamous. In the movie you see how bored the wiretappers are, listening in on Malcolm's private life. I'm not saying Premarital Sex is wrong, I just mean Malcolm had integrity--if he said he believed in something, then he did his best to live it. I'm down with that. If you hold a belief you can't really live by, then do you really believe in it?
* And have been Disappointed In People when they've proven to be more "frail" than I expected them to be --> because I too have that almost childlike innocent belief in people. I'm talking about when Malcolm X starts learning about all the shit going on in his church--the "prophet" sleeping around with women and then kicking them out, the ministers living high on the hog, and the prophet and other ministers plotting his downfall behind his back. Okay, okay I've never had someone I thought was my friend plot to murder me. But in the book he talks about how being lied to, betrayed, is the one thing he just can't bear, and I'm totally with him on that.
* And I've also had to mature and soften in that respect. (Well Malcolm didn't soften towards the people trying to kill him. But when he realized what shits the Black Muslims were, he certainly softened towards the other Black leaders he'd previously critisized.)
* And my final worldview turned into one that was more expansive and inclusive, but without compromising on what I believe, in the end, is *right.* (Malcolm's trip to Mecca.)
Luckily my journey has been a little more quiet and low profile than his was... and hasn't ended in my being assassinated.
Navel Gazing: The Books That Changed My Life - Introduction
Because I love to navel-gaze, I sat here this evening thinking about the books that have really impacted me, or where I got new ideas from. And then I started writing them all out, and the reasons why.
Originally it was going to be one posting. But it's so long, I think I'll just schedule them to appear once a week or something. I'm sure a lot of it will be repetition, but... what can I say... I like to sit here and repeat my beliefs to myself once in awhile. Especially when I go on holiday, and it's my vacation in one week. I tend to navel-gaze when I'm on vacation. That's when I make life changes or course corrections.
So here we go, in the order that they occurred to me -- the books that changed my life. Since I wrote these out in one sitting, they make not all make sense, I might not explain myself well. So feel free to question or argue with me. (For example, on "Bible Week" you'll see a question that Maewitch once raised, re my fave Bible passage, and I try to address it.)
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Ahhh... reading great writing.
From the library, I took out a movie version of Margaret Laurence's Stone Angel. Fernando won't usually watch any movie that might maybe possibly contain something sad in it, but he loved Laurence in high school, so we watched it together.And it was, like, one of the worst movie adaptations I've ever seen. Because without even having read the book, I could tell it sucked! I could tell that things which might have been poetic or deep in a book, were just superficial in the movie; and the character's motives weren't always clearly spelled out, so it was hard to understand what the hell they were doing.
After watching I immediately went to my copy of the book (I own 3 unread Laurence books) and read it in a day. SO much better. Partly because, as suspected, Laurence is the kind of writer you don't speed-read, because the writing is part of the enjoyment. So I've copied just 3 examples of her excellent writing for your enjoyment. ;-)
* In this scene, her son and his girlfriend start having sex in a room, without realizing his mother is there--and she's trapped under a blanket on the couch, listening to them.
Nothing to bless themselves with, they had, not a penny in the bank, a gray shell of a house around them, and outside a grit-filled wind that blew nobody any good, and yet they'd closed themselves to it all and opened only to each other. It seemed incredible that such a spate of unapologetic life should flourish in this mean and crabbed world.
* Here, a nurse is strapping her to her bed, so she won't sleepwalk in the hospital. It's just a great line.
"I'm sorry," she says helplessly, apologizing needlessly, perhaps on behalf of God, who never apologizes.
* This is towards the end, while she's in the hospital. The protagonist had two sons, one of whom she loved more because he was more like her side of the family, and she put all her hopes in him. But now, in her old age, she's being cared for by The Dependable Older Son, who has always been aware of her lack of interest in him.
I stare at him. Then, quite unexpectedly, he reaches for my hand an holds it tightly.
Now it seems to me he is truly Jacob, gripping with all his strength, and bargaining. I will not let thee go, except thou bless me. And I see I am thus strangely cast, and perhaps have been so from the beginning, and can only release myself by releasing him.
So good. There's another passage I want to write about, but I'll save that for my other blog.
more from the shitmydadsays twitter
- “You touched that god damned biscuit. Bullshit, I saw you touch it….I don’t give a shit about your evidence, this isn’t a court of law."
- "It's just a fucking june bug, calm down. Jesus Christ, what happens when something bigger than a testicle attacks you?"
- "What are you listening to?...I know who Hall & Oates are god dammit. It's the mustache guy and the gay man."
- "I just did an hour on the gym machine. I'm sweaty and I have to shit. Where's my fannypack, this workout is over."
- to my bro-"Your baby dropped his binky. The binky is on the table. THE BINKY IS ON THE TABLE. BINKY ON TABLE. PICK.UP.THE.BINKY. Thank you."
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
whining again
I can't believe I've been working on this book for I think 6 years now--the longest I've ever spent on one project. Don't tell that to any prospective agents cause they don't want clients who they think will spend 6 years on every project!
I always learn some new writing technique with every writing project, but I can't even pinpoint one thing this time. I think I've learned a ton of new things. I think I'm much better equipped to start my new story... but I'm eager to start... but can't until this fricking thing is put to bed.
AHHHHHHHHHH!
(I would have captioned this: I falled on teh thornz uv life, I bleeds.")
I always learn some new writing technique with every writing project, but I can't even pinpoint one thing this time. I think I've learned a ton of new things. I think I'm much better equipped to start my new story... but I'm eager to start... but can't until this fricking thing is put to bed.
AHHHHHHHHHH!
(I would have captioned this: I falled on teh thornz uv life, I bleeds.")
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