There is a part of me that keeps muttering about exorcism.
Ugh, cold tea is foul. I've turned into my mother.
Also, I can't believe I've turned into the kind of person that bakes, cooks, cleans and swaps recipes with her friends. I feel like a 1950's housewife -- only one that dances around to Fall Out Boy and MCR. Being an adult is fucking depressing, or it would be if I wasn't feeling so satisfied with doing all these things. Seriously, baking is fucking zen, y'all.
In all honesty though, it actually does freak me out a little bit. Like... some part of me is horrified over the fact that I'm doing and enjoying these things. I suppose it's not artistic or rock 'n' roll enough or whatever. I feel like I should be rebelling and eating pizza on a napkin on the floor in my underoos or something. While shooting up smack and still looking like a model.
I have such a romantic outlook on the whole youth lifestyle, you have no idea.
Made Indian lentil soup yesterday -- I never realized cinnamon was such an excellent counterpoint to curry -- and today I shared that recipe with Jennie. And it hit me as I put away my gargantuan cook book, filled with little post its and paper notes and jotting shit in the margins, holy crap, I'm turning into my mom. I've even gotten to the stage where I forget I have half a cup of coffee or tea left because I'm so busy doing other shit, like baking.
Also? I'm suddenly all excited about this taking a walk shit. What's that all about? Health and exercise is supposed to be making me miserable, not making me feel better and boppier! Goddammit.
Anyway! Managed to write almost 4k last night alone, thanks my darling Aly. Seriously? Middle aged Brendon is a treat to even contemplate. Also, I'm finally getting somewhere on PLM (only like 5 or so scenes to go!) but action sequences are hard work. It's difficult to write them exciting, but the way I write is normally pretty breathless, so I'm hoping it translates. Editing is going to be pretty terrifying, but apparently Bee is looking forward to the challenge. I made a little laundry list of things that still niggle me, and those are the first things I'll look into. Also, I've started plotting the sequel, but god knows how that will turn out. In true me-fashion I know exactly what's going to happen in the first third or so, and only a vague idea of where to go after that.
But hey! I'm almost ten days ahead on my getyourwordsout pledge! I still say bravo for me.
Also, I can't believe I've turned into the kind of person that bakes, cooks, cleans and swaps recipes with her friends. I feel like a 1950's housewife -- only one that dances around to Fall Out Boy and MCR. Being an adult is fucking depressing, or it would be if I wasn't feeling so satisfied with doing all these things. Seriously, baking is fucking zen, y'all.
In all honesty though, it actually does freak me out a little bit. Like... some part of me is horrified over the fact that I'm doing and enjoying these things. I suppose it's not artistic or rock 'n' roll enough or whatever. I feel like I should be rebelling and eating pizza on a napkin on the floor in my underoos or something. While shooting up smack and still looking like a model.
I have such a romantic outlook on the whole youth lifestyle, you have no idea.
Made Indian lentil soup yesterday -- I never realized cinnamon was such an excellent counterpoint to curry -- and today I shared that recipe with Jennie. And it hit me as I put away my gargantuan cook book, filled with little post its and paper notes and jotting shit in the margins, holy crap, I'm turning into my mom. I've even gotten to the stage where I forget I have half a cup of coffee or tea left because I'm so busy doing other shit, like baking.
Also? I'm suddenly all excited about this taking a walk shit. What's that all about? Health and exercise is supposed to be making me miserable, not making me feel better and boppier! Goddammit.
Anyway! Managed to write almost 4k last night alone, thanks my darling Aly. Seriously? Middle aged Brendon is a treat to even contemplate. Also, I'm finally getting somewhere on PLM (only like 5 or so scenes to go!) but action sequences are hard work. It's difficult to write them exciting, but the way I write is normally pretty breathless, so I'm hoping it translates. Editing is going to be pretty terrifying, but apparently Bee is looking forward to the challenge. I made a little laundry list of things that still niggle me, and those are the first things I'll look into. Also, I've started plotting the sequel, but god knows how that will turn out. In true me-fashion I know exactly what's going to happen in the first third or so, and only a vague idea of where to go after that.
But hey! I'm almost ten days ahead on my getyourwordsout pledge! I still say bravo for me.