In which I am a failblogger.
Tried writing a post about what going mad feels like, but chickened out after about five paragraphs and deleted it.
The Study of Language by elenore is a beautiful poem - she's exploding with verse recently - and I am very excited as there are few honours quite as thrilling (at least to me) than having a work of art dedicated to you.
coniferous_you, are you busy? I'd like to talk music with you. Not in any sort of "here, I have some assignments for you" sense as I know you are definitely too busy for such nonsense, but there were a few things I wanted to talk about and you are certainly the only person I know who will appreciate them.
Check it out. I am a muse. Isn't that cool?
Am now off my face on painkillers so even the emo-laden flocked post I was going to make has been discarded as a waste of precious mental energy (it did mostly consist of boo hoo I can't talk to my mother because she is crazy and it upsets me too much to try to have a conversation with her now because I can still remember what she was like when she was less insane), and this inanity will have to stand as my sole contribution.
Oh, and if you have me added on MSN and want to know why I haven't been online, it's because Pidgin keeps rejecting the SSL* certificates and "Connection error from Notification server: Reading error" and so I've disabled it because it kept throwing things in the way of what I was doing in that charming way that computers have. Have re-enabled GChat as a substitute. Naturally Stalker Boy tried to message me but oh hai I figured out how to block his weird annoying tent-dwelling ass.
* I am assuming this is not the audio hardware company
But in case you missed it over the weekend:
1. I am participating in i_reversebang and will be writing a female!boxing AU.
2. I made another PtP shirt:
3. I also published the first of the Tiny Fictions:
Tiny Fictions are 70-100 page-ish short story collections for people with short attention spans and shallow pockets. Volume 1 collates a variety of disparate short stories ideal for brief bus rides, busy people who love to read, and anyone who needs to lose themselves in fiction for a moment without carrying a doorstop of a book around with them.
I am thinking of releasing the Tiny Fictions something approaching quarterly, as I have four complete (three are awaiting edits and proofing and so on), a fifth half-finished, and so on. I will probably, when I have enough Tiny Fictions to make it feasible, release a compilation of all of them, although Waiting for the Trade is silly here because the entire point of the TFs is that they're concise and easily portable.
Other reasonably-soon publication plans - ie, within the next couple of years - include the Plain English Guide To Social Activism which will mean I have to finish writing it and stop my brain attempting suicide at all the nasty words, and How Not To Write By Someone Who Doesn't. Other things will require longer. Oh, and there will be an as-yet untitled book about lyncanthropy written by myselftheliar coming out around Halloween, or I will beat her ass until it ends up in her face.
The Study of Language by elenore is a beautiful poem - she's exploding with verse recently - and I am very excited as there are few honours quite as thrilling (at least to me) than having a work of art dedicated to you.
coniferous_you, are you busy? I'd like to talk music with you. Not in any sort of "here, I have some assignments for you" sense as I know you are definitely too busy for such nonsense, but there were a few things I wanted to talk about and you are certainly the only person I know who will appreciate them.
Check it out. I am a muse. Isn't that cool?
Am now off my face on painkillers so even the emo-laden flocked post I was going to make has been discarded as a waste of precious mental energy (it did mostly consist of boo hoo I can't talk to my mother because she is crazy and it upsets me too much to try to have a conversation with her now because I can still remember what she was like when she was less insane), and this inanity will have to stand as my sole contribution.
Oh, and if you have me added on MSN and want to know why I haven't been online, it's because Pidgin keeps rejecting the SSL* certificates and "Connection error from Notification server: Reading error" and so I've disabled it because it kept throwing things in the way of what I was doing in that charming way that computers have. Have re-enabled GChat as a substitute. Naturally Stalker Boy tried to message me but oh hai I figured out how to block his weird annoying tent-dwelling ass.
* I am assuming this is not the audio hardware company
But in case you missed it over the weekend:
1. I am participating in i_reversebang and will be writing a female!boxing AU.
2. I made another PtP shirt:
3. I also published the first of the Tiny Fictions:
Tiny Fictions are 70-100 page-ish short story collections for people with short attention spans and shallow pockets. Volume 1 collates a variety of disparate short stories ideal for brief bus rides, busy people who love to read, and anyone who needs to lose themselves in fiction for a moment without carrying a doorstop of a book around with them.
I am thinking of releasing the Tiny Fictions something approaching quarterly, as I have four complete (three are awaiting edits and proofing and so on), a fifth half-finished, and so on. I will probably, when I have enough Tiny Fictions to make it feasible, release a compilation of all of them, although Waiting for the Trade is silly here because the entire point of the TFs is that they're concise and easily portable.
Other reasonably-soon publication plans - ie, within the next couple of years - include the Plain English Guide To Social Activism which will mean I have to finish writing it and stop my brain attempting suicide at all the nasty words, and How Not To Write By Someone Who Doesn't. Other things will require longer. Oh, and there will be an as-yet untitled book about lyncanthropy written by myselftheliar coming out around Halloween, or I will beat her ass until it ends up in her face.