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So here's somewhat of a more mundane post than the ones I have been having lately. In no particular order:
-Had a flash of inspiration today for the apocalyptic story today. I may open up with a plea to the muses to give it that real ancient feel to it. After all, you have to praise the muses before telling classical myths in the Greek/Roman tradition and something about being able to do that myself makes me almost giddy. I know it is a silly thing to feel happy about, but part of me feels happy knowing I can do it in a story to join the ranks of those that did it thousands of year ago and know that it won't come off as pretentious because it fits in so well thematically. The only reason I may not is that I don't think I rightly have the flourish and aplomb to finish the story in the grand ways of the old poets. I have no song so sing of country and gods afterwards, and as much as I hope to live as Ovid did in his words forever I would never be so arrogant as to assume I will. I also worry that if I finish off on too moralistic a note that it will overshadow the whole rest of the story.
-Currently working my way through A Clash of Kings and Faust. My head is full of moral questions and these are helping in their own way. Nothing soothes a fractured mind quite like being around more fractured minds.
-Made a return to listening to Japanese pop and rock music. It's been so long since I have listened to some of these songs, some of them not since I was 16 or so, that coming back to them feels like I am returning back home of sorts. It's bizarre and comforting to have all these memories around me again.
-Was in a photoshoot recently. Got all sorts of pictures of me in neat gothic clothing, which I am amused by. I may put the pictures up here later in a separate post.
-Lost a friend recently because she turned out to be a lying, manipulative cunt. I would burn bridges with her completely but she is sleeping with one of my guy friends who cannot be persuaded to part from her. (She faked a suicide attempt, after the guy she was cheating on her boyfriend at the time left her, to get him to feel sorry for her and he can't see it was clearly faked. He is a good guy who refuses to leave someone in need behind and feels she needs to be saved. There are a litany of other reasons I am disgusted and angered by her, but that scenario is one of many and gives you an idea of the type of person she is. Few things in this world piss me off faster than those who fake mental diseases.). I want to save my friend, but can't save him from himself and make him see the truth. So I have entered into calm vengeance where I just sit back and wait for proof and hope that eventually I can get through to my guy friend and part him from this bitch.
-Made progress on a Bounrne identity type story I have started. I don't have the character's history figured out yet, but I am having fun writing a completely clueless character, albeit I have made this one schizoid so the emotions(or rather the lack of expression of them) are a bit of a challenge to write.
-Got into a band called Gov't Mule. It has one half of the Allman Brothers in it. It's old style rock with a harder edge that totally feels like something they should play in Supernatural. I can feel a hunter idea kicking around because of the song "Brand New Angel"
-Had a flash of inspiration today for the apocalyptic story today. I may open up with a plea to the muses to give it that real ancient feel to it. After all, you have to praise the muses before telling classical myths in the Greek/Roman tradition and something about being able to do that myself makes me almost giddy. I know it is a silly thing to feel happy about, but part of me feels happy knowing I can do it in a story to join the ranks of those that did it thousands of year ago and know that it won't come off as pretentious because it fits in so well thematically. The only reason I may not is that I don't think I rightly have the flourish and aplomb to finish the story in the grand ways of the old poets. I have no song so sing of country and gods afterwards, and as much as I hope to live as Ovid did in his words forever I would never be so arrogant as to assume I will. I also worry that if I finish off on too moralistic a note that it will overshadow the whole rest of the story.
-Currently working my way through A Clash of Kings and Faust. My head is full of moral questions and these are helping in their own way. Nothing soothes a fractured mind quite like being around more fractured minds.
-Made a return to listening to Japanese pop and rock music. It's been so long since I have listened to some of these songs, some of them not since I was 16 or so, that coming back to them feels like I am returning back home of sorts. It's bizarre and comforting to have all these memories around me again.
-Was in a photoshoot recently. Got all sorts of pictures of me in neat gothic clothing, which I am amused by. I may put the pictures up here later in a separate post.
-Lost a friend recently because she turned out to be a lying, manipulative cunt. I would burn bridges with her completely but she is sleeping with one of my guy friends who cannot be persuaded to part from her. (She faked a suicide attempt, after the guy she was cheating on her boyfriend at the time left her, to get him to feel sorry for her and he can't see it was clearly faked. He is a good guy who refuses to leave someone in need behind and feels she needs to be saved. There are a litany of other reasons I am disgusted and angered by her, but that scenario is one of many and gives you an idea of the type of person she is. Few things in this world piss me off faster than those who fake mental diseases.). I want to save my friend, but can't save him from himself and make him see the truth. So I have entered into calm vengeance where I just sit back and wait for proof and hope that eventually I can get through to my guy friend and part him from this bitch.
-Made progress on a Bounrne identity type story I have started. I don't have the character's history figured out yet, but I am having fun writing a completely clueless character, albeit I have made this one schizoid so the emotions(or rather the lack of expression of them) are a bit of a challenge to write.
-Got into a band called Gov't Mule. It has one half of the Allman Brothers in it. It's old style rock with a harder edge that totally feels like something they should play in Supernatural. I can feel a hunter idea kicking around because of the song "Brand New Angel"