My life is an emotional roller coaster.
Things have been pretty up and down lately. Not really a roller coaster, since nothing traumatic has happened; more like bobbing up and down at sea. Last week, for instance, went something like:
Remixes up! synn, the best friend I've ever had, is moving halfway across the country unwillingly. Great House episode! Favorite co-worker left. Hung out with moonlash_cc and got to see Neil Gaiman again! New guy who replaced person who left before favorite co-worker left was fired, leaving us with a skeleton crew. Remix author reveal and meta! Usual Sunday evening existential panic. New SGA episodes! Meant to compliment an LJ acquaintance but she took offense.
Sigh.
However. Somehow I managed to write & post about 6,000 words of fic this month, which isn't a hell of a lot but is still almost twice as much as I'd done from January through March. And along with that, there were three Remix meta posts and 11 House fic recs for crack_van.
The thing on Thursday was fun, too. On top of the joy of several hours in the brilliant company of moonlash_cc, fangirling over Wilson and chatting about various other subjects, the program itself was wonderful. One by one, five writers (including Neil Gaiman, hence why we went) got up on stage and told a "true" story for 10-15 minutes with no paper in front of them. The stories were for the most part excellent -- all except one, really, because it was moralistic and she kept stumbling and repeating herself. Pico Iyer spoke about Yemen and being an Indian traveling after 9/11; someone whose name I've forgotten, who is the CREEPIEST MAN ALIVE with his cartoon-spooky voice and big eyes and gapped teeth and fluttering hands, told a hilarious tale about going home to depravity in Savannah; Jonathan Ames had a poignant story about the night he sent his six-year-old son home to Florida, got drunk and high, and nearly married a transsexual; Leila Lalami (beautiful name!) told us how she'd quit her Silicon Valley job to write a book just before the company was acquired by Google; and Neil Gaiman talked about arriving in London on his own after a trip to Germany as a teenager only to be stuck in Liverpool St. Station because his parents, who were supposed to pick him up, had gone on holiday. Really interesting and admirable to see people who work on paper get up there and just talk, even if they'd written out and more or less memorized their stories beforehand.
And today is maddy_harrigan's birthday, hooray! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY FAR-AWAY FRIEND. I MISS YOU.
I've been doing a crappy job at keeping up with everyone's LJs, which makes me sad. I hope it doesn't make you sad. How are you?
Remixes up! synn, the best friend I've ever had, is moving halfway across the country unwillingly. Great House episode! Favorite co-worker left. Hung out with moonlash_cc and got to see Neil Gaiman again! New guy who replaced person who left before favorite co-worker left was fired, leaving us with a skeleton crew. Remix author reveal and meta! Usual Sunday evening existential panic. New SGA episodes! Meant to compliment an LJ acquaintance but she took offense.
Sigh.
However. Somehow I managed to write & post about 6,000 words of fic this month, which isn't a hell of a lot but is still almost twice as much as I'd done from January through March. And along with that, there were three Remix meta posts and 11 House fic recs for crack_van.
The thing on Thursday was fun, too. On top of the joy of several hours in the brilliant company of moonlash_cc, fangirling over Wilson and chatting about various other subjects, the program itself was wonderful. One by one, five writers (including Neil Gaiman, hence why we went) got up on stage and told a "true" story for 10-15 minutes with no paper in front of them. The stories were for the most part excellent -- all except one, really, because it was moralistic and she kept stumbling and repeating herself. Pico Iyer spoke about Yemen and being an Indian traveling after 9/11; someone whose name I've forgotten, who is the CREEPIEST MAN ALIVE with his cartoon-spooky voice and big eyes and gapped teeth and fluttering hands, told a hilarious tale about going home to depravity in Savannah; Jonathan Ames had a poignant story about the night he sent his six-year-old son home to Florida, got drunk and high, and nearly married a transsexual; Leila Lalami (beautiful name!) told us how she'd quit her Silicon Valley job to write a book just before the company was acquired by Google; and Neil Gaiman talked about arriving in London on his own after a trip to Germany as a teenager only to be stuck in Liverpool St. Station because his parents, who were supposed to pick him up, had gone on holiday. Really interesting and admirable to see people who work on paper get up there and just talk, even if they'd written out and more or less memorized their stories beforehand.
And today is maddy_harrigan's birthday, hooray! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY FAR-AWAY FRIEND. I MISS YOU.
I've been doing a crappy job at keeping up with everyone's LJs, which makes me sad. I hope it doesn't make you sad. How are you?