In which I actually remember I have an lj account!
In future, when I decide to write a story for SG-1 AU in which Jack is an alcoholic and Daniel is a recovering addict, someone can just go right ahead and shoot me. Im genuinely in fear of being crushed by the printouts on AA and NA, of gun specs and mission protocol and transcipts, not to mention the thousand and one scraps of paper onto which I scribbled a line or an idea when it popped into my head which are now illegible but cannot possibly be thrown out lest I can actually figure out over time what the hell I was either trying to say or just couldn’t spell.
To hell with it for awhile methinks. Back to tidying up what was Brixxx’s birthday story, a DS story with RayK/Fraser so that I can actually feel like Im still writing things and posting them. Even if they are odd and ended up in a totally different place to when I started and seem to have disappeared down the rabbit hole.
I have the need to write something short and light and even funny but everything of late is angsty or heavy or starts out a short story and ends up a novel. Why? I don’t know, but I think its that I struggle with being able to get across what I’m wanting to say in a punchy few lines and end up babbling in circles for pages in order to convey what a better writer could with a single sentence. Its most annoying. Even ended up getting tested at University for a couple of learning disabilities that might explain it but all that did was determine I was some sort of genius. Not quite sure how that happened and if the Docs could have told me a genius in what, I would have appreciated it. At the moment I struggle to do sudokuo, and how sad is that that its doctor prescribed. One of my medications basically melts the brain and fries out short term memory, vocabulary, concentration so I have to do puzzles and games and brain teasers everyday. Which is just frustrating because they used to be fun and now I can’t even finish a thought let alone a sentence. Three nights in a row I have literally faceplanted at the table, midsentence, dead asleep at about 8 in the evening. My sister had to herd me up and put me to bed once. The joys of being a 26 yr old infant I guess.
See?? Everything is depressing, even when its not a story. Meh. I’ll just use it as fuel for the AA story; addiction, withdrawal, depression-if you’re supposed to write what you know, then I got it in spades.
On the awesomley plus side, i have finally gotten my mitts on the last few seasons of The Golden Girls which I love to a degree unknown by man before. I grew up with it, I remember being a little kid and watching it and wanting to be Rose’s friend. I’d have listened to her St Olaf stories all day long. And wanting to be fun like Blanche but always suspecting was Dorothy-tall, dependable, responsible, yet often screwed over Dorothy. When I got the boxsets it was so odd the things that made me nostalgic and happy. The tapping of Blanches heels on the wooden floor, the theme music, Sophia’s handbag, it all just made me feel 6 again, safe and happy. I love love love the Golden Girls and I don’t care who mocks me for it- Im looking at you Brixxx, and possibly the_fun_monkey!
And finally got Powers Collection so I can re-read the awesome series. I forgot how much I liked the comics, how cool Christian is and to be fair how annoying I found Deena at first then grew to love the little angst ball. If it finally does get to be made, I hope Katee Sackhoff does get the role, even if Deena is a little Starbuck-esque.
And anyway, that is the news from Lake Woebegone and I shall away to continue some editing of ‘Malice in Wonderland’ and start to post things. woohoo )