Publications, cars, and other drugs?
I'm awake! And dressed! Instead of doing anything part-way productive, I'm ... here. Because unless I'm dancing in the kitchen or ripping apart a piece of student prose, I am a useless creature before 1 PM anyway.
Proof that I need to submit more work: Sometimes - like times that are now - I leave the spam folder of my "work email" open in a tab so I can see the number (currently 15 - I'm lazy and the "enlarge your member" subject lines were getting entertaining) increase. Last semester, my acceptance notification - which was technically unnecessary, as I was in the room when they decided which pieces of mine to use - was buried in the spam folder, so now I'm super-alert of everything that comes in. Though... Sara used the nevermore email and I think Gabe is using his personal FPU address. GAAAABBBBEEEE I NEED TO KNOWWWWWW. I AM ENRIQUE INGLESIAS. I'm quite fond of the poems I submitted - though I hope this year they get more prose, because it was a LOT of poetry last semester - and I need to know of their status! Nevermore is not Facebook; I don't accept this "it's complicated" business!
If I had more than one submission out right now, I would not be stalking my own email box and locking myself into a "watched pot" phenomenon. The Atlantic Student Writing contest deadline is 1 December; there is no fee and I'm still eligible because I graduated in May (woo!), so I've gotta hop on that. I've gotta also tear myself away from Four and Twenty, because I don't feel as accomplished getting more work out and accepted if it's to a place that's already accepted my work before. Yesterday F&T sent out proofs. PROOFS <3 I love proofs. I'm... a weirdo.
The whole reason I'm awake right now and not in bed (well, I am technically in bed, but because it's my table and chair as well) is vehicular. Had to fetch Dad from the mechanic's (despite the fact that DAD IS A FRAKKIN' MECHANIC - just not a ... paid one), which meant driving Mom's car. OH MY GOD MOM'S CAR. I am so uncomfortable. :( Obviously, I have been a passenger in cars with short front-ends with the windshields sloped severely toward me - I've spent ridiculous amounts of time riding around in the Aveo and Shadowfoal - but I feel so uncomfortable driving them. *clings to my mid-sized automobile*
I'm being a bad writer and really good... movie-watcher. Or movie-want-to-watcher. Laptop no longer recognizes most DVDs, so I have to be a philistine and actually watch non-internet things on the television. Which means that I usually don't, because I'm lazy and the living room is a bad place to nap and the color on the TV is wonky when we play DVDs and, through much trial and constant error, we have concluded that... we don't know how to fix it.
I want a long list of foods with a lot of protein and iron to like... glue to my wall. Obviously, woman cannot survive on chocolate alone - it's not really filling and sometimes it makes me sick and reaching for sugar when what you really need/want is protein is very frustrating. And I need more iron always so I don't become the Super Anemic again and have soccer fields dissolve into yellow blotches in front me. Though that was, I suppose, very artistic of my vision to do for me during 9th grade. Thanks, I guess? It'd be easier if my body weren't so picky about what makes it want to curl up into a ball and weep. Also if I were willing to stick liver in my mouth. :\
Also, I need to figure out what I'm doing about a proper internet-based center for my published work. I've been using my pen name as a username (in some places) longer than I've been using it as my pen name, and I've grabbed the name at multiple sites, and I'm just not sure where to anchor myself.
Proof that I need to submit more work: Sometimes - like times that are now - I leave the spam folder of my "work email" open in a tab so I can see the number (currently 15 - I'm lazy and the "enlarge your member" subject lines were getting entertaining) increase. Last semester, my acceptance notification - which was technically unnecessary, as I was in the room when they decided which pieces of mine to use - was buried in the spam folder, so now I'm super-alert of everything that comes in. Though... Sara used the nevermore email and I think Gabe is using his personal FPU address. GAAAABBBBEEEE I NEED TO KNOWWWWWW. I AM ENRIQUE INGLESIAS. I'm quite fond of the poems I submitted - though I hope this year they get more prose, because it was a LOT of poetry last semester - and I need to know of their status! Nevermore is not Facebook; I don't accept this "it's complicated" business!
If I had more than one submission out right now, I would not be stalking my own email box and locking myself into a "watched pot" phenomenon. The Atlantic Student Writing contest deadline is 1 December; there is no fee and I'm still eligible because I graduated in May (woo!), so I've gotta hop on that. I've gotta also tear myself away from Four and Twenty, because I don't feel as accomplished getting more work out and accepted if it's to a place that's already accepted my work before. Yesterday F&T sent out proofs. PROOFS <3 I love proofs. I'm... a weirdo.
The whole reason I'm awake right now and not in bed (well, I am technically in bed, but because it's my table and chair as well) is vehicular. Had to fetch Dad from the mechanic's (despite the fact that DAD IS A FRAKKIN' MECHANIC - just not a ... paid one), which meant driving Mom's car. OH MY GOD MOM'S CAR. I am so uncomfortable. :( Obviously, I have been a passenger in cars with short front-ends with the windshields sloped severely toward me - I've spent ridiculous amounts of time riding around in the Aveo and Shadowfoal - but I feel so uncomfortable driving them. *clings to my mid-sized automobile*
I'm being a bad writer and really good... movie-watcher. Or movie-want-to-watcher. Laptop no longer recognizes most DVDs, so I have to be a philistine and actually watch non-internet things on the television. Which means that I usually don't, because I'm lazy and the living room is a bad place to nap and the color on the TV is wonky when we play DVDs and, through much trial and constant error, we have concluded that... we don't know how to fix it.
I want a long list of foods with a lot of protein and iron to like... glue to my wall. Obviously, woman cannot survive on chocolate alone - it's not really filling and sometimes it makes me sick and reaching for sugar when what you really need/want is protein is very frustrating. And I need more iron always so I don't become the Super Anemic again and have soccer fields dissolve into yellow blotches in front me. Though that was, I suppose, very artistic of my vision to do for me during 9th grade. Thanks, I guess? It'd be easier if my body weren't so picky about what makes it want to curl up into a ball and weep. Also if I were willing to stick liver in my mouth. :\
Also, I need to figure out what I'm doing about a proper internet-based center for my published work. I've been using my pen name as a username (in some places) longer than I've been using it as my pen name, and I've grabbed the name at multiple sites, and I'm just not sure where to anchor myself.