• Woke up slowly, poured a mug of coffee, internetted to Laura Gibson.

• Donned favourite dress, which of course is the plain, strangely flattering dress of unknown vintage I snagged for twenty-nine cents at Goodwill last autumn, and suits me in both my weird gothy moods and my wild woodsy ones. I like it even more with a crocheted skirt underneath it ( Read more... )

I had nearly forgotten how delicious it is to play with a brand new story -- that feeling when you keep stumbling over new things and discovering what the story is about, and who populates it and what you might be able to do with them. Because, yes, I am writing Something New for NaNoWriMo this year -- I stretched the rules to keep on with The ( Read more... )

Being sick is desperately boring.

Now that I've almost entirely left the period in which I am in actual pain, I am merely cross and restless and horribly bored. I want to eat some real food! I want to walk around without feeling dizzy! I want to stop sweating inconveniently and having to go to the bathroom!

Because I am so rarely properly sick, I ( Read more... )

Being twenty is still something that gives me pause -- it reminds me of how I felt when we had just moved to this house, and certain things were in different places; when sitting at the computer I was in the same metaphysical place I had been before, but I would expect to look up and see a different room from the one I found myself in, and to be ( Read more... )

As of several days ago, I am officially writing Rue Caruthers' Sordid Past (not final title, obviously) for vampirebigbang. And by "writing", I mostly mean "trawling the internet in a procrastinatory search for names for the family I am going to mercilessly massacre" (naturally I only started to feel bad about killing them all horribly when they began to acquire ( Read more... )

Why hello there internet! How have you been?

Over the last several days, I have read a lot, had a doctor's appointment (hooray insurance I love you), made the Angelmobile mostly behave (hooray proper-sized screwdriver I love you, too!), watched a film and had Thinky Genre Thoughts regarding it, did not sleep nearly enough, very nearly suffocated to ( Read more... )

Had a very cosy outing with burningstarsxe yesterday, in which we fetched chocolate and sat under the willow trees in the park and spoke of cabbages and kings and fandom whilst Lord Byron disguised himself as a caterpillar and a ladybug in misguided Byron-y attempts at seduction (he's a bit like Zeus that way). Also we are planning a Lord of the Rings marathon ( Read more... )

At last, I get to have one of the good days: a day opposite of the ones I've usually been having, in which everything is rather nice for no specific reason, instead of incredibly dire for even less of a reason. We-ell, there was Doctor Who (!!!) and the library, and the fun of figuring out a new song -- combined with the frustration of not having ( Read more... )

I feel I should preface this with some onomatopoeia: blllllghhhhhh. The state of my brain! It has become mush! I think that's because my coffee was funny this morning and I didn't finish it, and also because I went to a horrible grey and brown building to apply for a job... lifting stuff?... for the local newspaper, which... does not look too ( Read more... )

Dear readers, how on earth does one outline a novel?

How does one figure out what happens? I am trying to actively work on The Novel, but, never having done this before, despite spending most of my life trying, I am very lost. And I know, there is no one way to write, or even only twenty ways to write, and there is no right way to write, but of ( Read more... )