the plotbunnies lurk at midnight
My parents have run off for about twenty-four hours to celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary by staying in a cabin. I tried to think of some Rebellious Teenage Things to do with my brief parents-less existence, but alas! I mostly eat what I want (we have family dinners, but I usually like them), listen to what I want, and go to bed when I want, and I haven't got any stashes of drugs or alcohol to break out. And I still have my siblings, so I can't... I don't know, run off somewhere in the middle of the night. When I was home entirely alone for several days two years ago, I ran up to the hill and lay up there for hours looking at the stars, but that was the old house, and the hill's about two miles away now, and the park... really isn't safe in the middle of the night. Also less pretty.
So, apparently I have spent my day of freedom cleaning and vacuuming my bedroom, baking chocolate chip cookies, drinking copious amounts of tea, watching Legend of the Seeker (I want to be on track by the new episode on Saturday! Especially as my other shows miss me), and dancing with Leandra to Abigail Washburn and the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack. (And now we are both singing along to The Magickal Folk of the Faraway Tree's "Here's a Health to All True Lovers".) When my brother gets home from youth group, I shall see if I can persuade my siblings to watch Coraline with me. And make more tea. (Alas, I am forced to make tea by boiling water in a saucepan. It is very distressing, but we have no kettle at all.)
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Later, absurdly after midnight. Watched Coraline with siblings and tea and popcorn, all was very lovely. Wanted to watch more Legend of the Seeker but it is INSANE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT, so no, self, go to bed. I go to bed. As is my habit, I drift into two-thirds-conscious ruminating over The Novel (I have been falling asleep to my writing projects for half my life now, I think): and for some reason tonight pieces began to lock together and now I don't know if I can ever fall asleep. Not because I plan to write very much down, but because it is all inside my head knocking against other things and looking very shiny and fascinating and full of new corridors I haven't wandered down yet. Which is to say: I have mostly figured out the Mr Caruthers things: why he won't use his magic or let people get very close to him (probably figuratively and literally?) and why he has anything to do with Reynardine the vampire woman now, well sort of anyway although there's a lot of why's he important now? stuff still, but...
GAH. Will never sleep. NEED TO SLEEP. Curse you, Novel.
So, apparently I have spent my day of freedom cleaning and vacuuming my bedroom, baking chocolate chip cookies, drinking copious amounts of tea, watching Legend of the Seeker (I want to be on track by the new episode on Saturday! Especially as my other shows miss me), and dancing with Leandra to Abigail Washburn and the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack. (And now we are both singing along to The Magickal Folk of the Faraway Tree's "Here's a Health to All True Lovers".) When my brother gets home from youth group, I shall see if I can persuade my siblings to watch Coraline with me. And make more tea. (Alas, I am forced to make tea by boiling water in a saucepan. It is very distressing, but we have no kettle at all.)
* * *
Later, absurdly after midnight. Watched Coraline with siblings and tea and popcorn, all was very lovely. Wanted to watch more Legend of the Seeker but it is INSANE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT, so no, self, go to bed. I go to bed. As is my habit, I drift into two-thirds-conscious ruminating over The Novel (I have been falling asleep to my writing projects for half my life now, I think): and for some reason tonight pieces began to lock together and now I don't know if I can ever fall asleep. Not because I plan to write very much down, but because it is all inside my head knocking against other things and looking very shiny and fascinating and full of new corridors I haven't wandered down yet. Which is to say: I have mostly figured out the Mr Caruthers things: why he won't use his magic or let people get very close to him (probably figuratively and literally?) and why he has anything to do with Reynardine the vampire woman now, well sort of anyway although there's a lot of why's he important now? stuff still, but...
GAH. Will never sleep. NEED TO SLEEP. Curse you, Novel.