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A World of Meaning In Four Words. In which I start out talking about London, go on to talk about tattoos, and end up with some pretty involved character analysis of one of my favourite fictional characters, Billy Prior.
My to-do list for this evening, now that I've typed up another little bit of my stupid sci-fi story (am watching with interest as current influences of Forster and Renault collide with my desire to keep sentences short and to the point and create what may or may not be a hot mess) and written that blog post, amounts to "email Owen with your designs and talk to him about placement", which is so horrible I cannot talk to new people I will die that I am with-holding the videos of CUT SCENES FROM MAURICE that Krista found for me until I have done it.
Except I'm not, because I am braintired and tantrum-ing and I will email him tomorrow I will email him tomorrow, tomorrow.
(I'm becoming suspicious of my attacks of "I am a terrible writer" because the only gift they come bearing is "you're not selling any books". SELF, WE MIGHT SELL MORE BOOKS IF WE DECIDED TO WRITE ABOUT TOPICS PEOPLE WERE INTERESTED IN, IN A SLIGHTLY MORE CATEGORISABLE FASHION THAN "IT'S A SORT OF LOVE STORY THAT ISN'T A LOVE STORY AND A DETECTIVE STORY WHICH IS 100% ABOUT THE DETECTIVE HAVING A BREAKDOWN AND NOT REALLY ABOUT SOLVING THE MYSTERY AT ALL").
A World of Meaning In Four Words. In which I start out talking about London, go on to talk about tattoos, and end up with some pretty involved character analysis of one of my favourite fictional characters, Billy Prior.
My to-do list for this evening, now that I've typed up another little bit of my stupid sci-fi story (am watching with interest as current influences of Forster and Renault collide with my desire to keep sentences short and to the point and create what may or may not be a hot mess) and written that blog post, amounts to "email Owen with your designs and talk to him about placement", which is so horrible I cannot talk to new people I will die that I am with-holding the videos of CUT SCENES FROM MAURICE that Krista found for me until I have done it.
Except I'm not, because I am braintired and tantrum-ing and I will email him tomorrow I will email him tomorrow, tomorrow.
(I'm becoming suspicious of my attacks of "I am a terrible writer" because the only gift they come bearing is "you're not selling any books". SELF, WE MIGHT SELL MORE BOOKS IF WE DECIDED TO WRITE ABOUT TOPICS PEOPLE WERE INTERESTED IN, IN A SLIGHTLY MORE CATEGORISABLE FASHION THAN "IT'S A SORT OF LOVE STORY THAT ISN'T A LOVE STORY AND A DETECTIVE STORY WHICH IS 100% ABOUT THE DETECTIVE HAVING A BREAKDOWN AND NOT REALLY ABOUT SOLVING THE MYSTERY AT ALL").