I'd let you watch, I would invite you, but the queens we use would not excite you...
I've been reading a lot, lately. This is not any different than my usual life, but it feels excessive. I am dedicating huge chunks of my time consuming books. I feel sad and robbed if I do not get to read for a considerable amount of time each day. This is what I am currently dedicating my time to.
According to my Pinterest, which I started for work, for the record, I have read 188 books this year. That includes children's books, graphic novels, manga, and adult-type books. That's a heck of a lot. The library was doing a "save the tigers" thing for summer reading this year. I filled a column by myself. Hurray, bar graph!
I should probably be writing a book of my own, or pimping out one I have already written. Debating about giving up on "medieval murder mystery" and starting that "urban fantasy" epic to which the rest is tied. Not having the interwebs at home makes writing a ridiculously daunting task, let me tell ya. I imagine that in the world before the internet, writers went to libraries to write/research. I occupy a library 5 days a week. If I am not in the apartment occasionally, I will probably go insane.
Not entirely true. I could live in this building, for sure (minus the supposed ghosts). I enjoy the fact that 9/10 of my life is spent either in an historic building housing books and a cat or inside a book world, i.e. whatever I am reading while likely being surround by my own cats.
Thinking my brain might start deteriorating, though. Told the significant other that I find it hard to believe in his existence, that is, he isn't real. This has many reasons, besides him not resembling any other human being with the way his brain works. When I hug him, I think he is least real. He is doing what I told him to do (or wanted), which would be a physical embrace. There is only some thin clothing, flesh, bones, etc. separating us. Our lines are blurred.
Being that close to another human is sort of odd, anyway. I don't have a lot of physical contact in my day to day life. Perhaps if I wasn't a stoic Capricorn/overprotective of my emotions this would be different. It's not like I don't like touching other people. I love it. I'm all up in the business of folks at concerts and such. Eh.
Had a really great and detailed dream about a fire-conjuring super powered young man. Might work that into a story, one day. Rather sure the theme of unbalanced fire user has been done many times before, but it felt really intriguing and layered in the dream. When I woke up I was still basking in how kinda awesome it was, so conscious me agrees. And if the two of us are cool with it, than surely the world. Surely.
Working on "expanding" my musicverse. It's been awhile since I've had the time/energy to look into music (and again, that lack of internets). Looking into '80s new wave, which isn't really new for me. Just looking into bands that may have eluded me. So far Gang of Four and Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark are coolish. Both sound like bands I already like (Gang of Four is very Adam and the Ants [early Adam and the Ants] and OMD sounds like Duran Duran and Depeche Mode). Who knows where this will take me?
According to my Pinterest, which I started for work, for the record, I have read 188 books this year. That includes children's books, graphic novels, manga, and adult-type books. That's a heck of a lot. The library was doing a "save the tigers" thing for summer reading this year. I filled a column by myself. Hurray, bar graph!
I should probably be writing a book of my own, or pimping out one I have already written. Debating about giving up on "medieval murder mystery" and starting that "urban fantasy" epic to which the rest is tied. Not having the interwebs at home makes writing a ridiculously daunting task, let me tell ya. I imagine that in the world before the internet, writers went to libraries to write/research. I occupy a library 5 days a week. If I am not in the apartment occasionally, I will probably go insane.
Not entirely true. I could live in this building, for sure (minus the supposed ghosts). I enjoy the fact that 9/10 of my life is spent either in an historic building housing books and a cat or inside a book world, i.e. whatever I am reading while likely being surround by my own cats.
Thinking my brain might start deteriorating, though. Told the significant other that I find it hard to believe in his existence, that is, he isn't real. This has many reasons, besides him not resembling any other human being with the way his brain works. When I hug him, I think he is least real. He is doing what I told him to do (or wanted), which would be a physical embrace. There is only some thin clothing, flesh, bones, etc. separating us. Our lines are blurred.
Being that close to another human is sort of odd, anyway. I don't have a lot of physical contact in my day to day life. Perhaps if I wasn't a stoic Capricorn/overprotective of my emotions this would be different. It's not like I don't like touching other people. I love it. I'm all up in the business of folks at concerts and such. Eh.
Had a really great and detailed dream about a fire-conjuring super powered young man. Might work that into a story, one day. Rather sure the theme of unbalanced fire user has been done many times before, but it felt really intriguing and layered in the dream. When I woke up I was still basking in how kinda awesome it was, so conscious me agrees. And if the two of us are cool with it, than surely the world. Surely.
Working on "expanding" my musicverse. It's been awhile since I've had the time/energy to look into music (and again, that lack of internets). Looking into '80s new wave, which isn't really new for me. Just looking into bands that may have eluded me. So far Gang of Four and Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark are coolish. Both sound like bands I already like (Gang of Four is very Adam and the Ants [early Adam and the Ants] and OMD sounds like Duran Duran and Depeche Mode). Who knows where this will take me?