My life is an emotional roller coaster.

[bironic]

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

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[catilinarian]

That sounds like a fantastic event. I love hearing good authors just talk - some can't do it at all, unfortunately, and I'm afraid I might fall into that category if I was asked, but some do it brilliantly. I think of those as the natural storytellers, for whom writing their stories down is almost incidental - just a way to reach more people. (For me, the writing itself is the crucial element, and sometimes I have to remind myself not to let the writing crowd out the story.)

Sometimes you'll even get political writers and commenatators who are natural storytellers like that. I heard a retired ambassador and writer speak at BU once; I don't remember many of his professional points, but I still remember the stories.

And I would have loved to hear the Liverpool Street Station story.

It's wretched that Synn is moving away. I'm really sorry.

Don't worry about not keeping up with my LJ, at least - I haven't been able to spend as much time reading your latest fic as I'd like, so we both have some catching up to do! (Plus I owe you an email from ages ago... I suck :( .)

It's brilliant that you're writing so much, though.

[bironic]

some can't do it at all, unfortunately, and I'm afraid I might fall into that category if I was asked

Me too. That's part of the reason I'm so respectful (and/or envious) of people who can not only get up and talk seamlessly but are good at both talking and writing.

Plus I owe you an email from ages ago... I suck

I thought I was the one who owed you an email, and that's been weighing on me. I haven't been able to sit down on a weekend and clear my mind enough to write the long letters to people I want to. Not always busy, just hardly ever in the right frame of mind. For months.

It's wretched that Synn is moving away. I'm really sorry.

God, it's awful. Awful. I don't know what to do. I don't think she knows what to do. Bleh.