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Happy Winchesterday!

*laughs*

I really love this day re-naming process; it makes me laugh and love fandom that much more for the zaniness. The most amusing thing is how oddly fitting the re-namings are. [Pardon me while I get all fast and loose with the mythology, okay?]

See, Wednesday is named for Wodan/Wotan, the Germanic trickster god who mucks ( Read more... )

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I'm currently wondering how much impact traveling or being rootless has on one's ability to write setting well. If you have not had a consistent relationship with a place... if you haven't gone through the process of peeling the husks of yourself away as you move from child to teen to adult ,all with a single piece of land to bear witness, can you ( Read more... )

I have apparently taken leave of any and all sense, as I'm posting this:

Ask me anything you want about any of my stories [or poems]: how I thought of the idea, what I did to write it, what I was thinking when I wrote it, what I feel about it now, what I wish I'd done differently, etc.

I'm still trying to figure out what to ask everyone else. Though ( Read more... )

I was going to compose a song about being behind. Originally, it started out as a skipping rope song, or something you'd sing while swinging, toes pointed to the sky. That incarnation had a good chorus of la-las in it, and a cunning verse about turtles. Then the song shifted, sometime later in the evening as the night deepened and grew silent, ( Read more... )

Yes, I realize I just got back and all, but I *have* flee... St. Happenstance herself has started to bitch-slap [that is, Gibbs-slap] me. Thankfully, she comes bearing inspirational tidbits.  So I've packed sandwiches into my little red wagon and now off to fulfill my poetic quota. [Hopefully ( Read more... )

So, it's my turn to malinger...

I'm waiting around for my faculty to call, so we can discuss the Manuscript [cue dramatic music here] and the Big Damn Paper. Whee. I need to be working on compiling notes, but nerves and too much coffee have graced me with a gnat's attention span today. The good thing about this is both laundry and the dishes have ( Read more... )

The crow muses appear to be on extended walkabout, loitering somewhere were the only means of communication is via dreams. I suppose this could be a sign that the rates are better then...

So: yesterday I stumbled out of bed at my 5AM wake up call, and groggily hunted down a pen and piece of junk mail to scrabble on. I had this dream that started at ( Read more... )

So it turns out that yesterday’s posting nerves had nothing to do with the poem I wrote for the luau. I woke this morning to the realization that I was dealing with a case of transference; I turned in the first draft of the creative portion of my degree project yesterday afternoon. Why this is drawing forth anxiety, I really couldn’t say. It isn’ ( Read more... )