You can't kill the truth.
Nnnngh. This past week has been a constant cycle of "wake up certain I'm finally over my cold, utterly fail at focusing on anything, get smacked in the face with exhaustion, fall into bed ridiculously early." Oooover and over and over.
Anyway. I got a tattoo on Friday, and it was awesome! I kind of almost fainted about halfway through, but I think it was mostly the adrenaline from getting myself all worked up beforehand - the actual tattooing wasn't so bad and didn't hurt very much, and the endorphins afterward were very nice.
This was a couple hours afterward. It's not red anymore, just bumpy and itchy and peeling a little.
It's a quote from Feed by Mira Grant: "alive or dead, the truth won't rest." The placement on my left wrist is because that's where Georgia has her ID tattoo, and it seemed like the only appropriate place to put it (though I am particularly fond of wrist tattoos anyway).
Georgia's one of those characters I want to be when I grow up, but the thing is, I'll never be Georgia Mason. I'll never be that good at separating myself from my emotions, for one thing. But Georgia means a lot to me, as do the books she lives in, and there are parts of her I can make a part of myself. Georgia's known she wanted to tell the truth as long as I've known I wanted to tell stories. She knows what's important to her, and what's not; she has focus and drive and throws it all into accomplishing her life's work. I can be that.
I believe there's truth in stories, even when they're fictional. There are stories that live inside me, stories that whisper in my ear when I'm falling asleep and sing to me when I'm awake and burn in my blood, and no one else can tell them. They're true and they're mine, and I'll die before they do, so I owe it to them to get them down on paper and fight for them, to give them the chance to live without me. There are things I need to do with my life: you can't kill a story any more than you can kill the truth, and this tattoo is a reminder of that.
...and now I guess I have no excuse not to write, huh?
Anyway. I got a tattoo on Friday, and it was awesome! I kind of almost fainted about halfway through, but I think it was mostly the adrenaline from getting myself all worked up beforehand - the actual tattooing wasn't so bad and didn't hurt very much, and the endorphins afterward were very nice.
This was a couple hours afterward. It's not red anymore, just bumpy and itchy and peeling a little.
It's a quote from Feed by Mira Grant: "alive or dead, the truth won't rest." The placement on my left wrist is because that's where Georgia has her ID tattoo, and it seemed like the only appropriate place to put it (though I am particularly fond of wrist tattoos anyway).
Georgia's one of those characters I want to be when I grow up, but the thing is, I'll never be Georgia Mason. I'll never be that good at separating myself from my emotions, for one thing. But Georgia means a lot to me, as do the books she lives in, and there are parts of her I can make a part of myself. Georgia's known she wanted to tell the truth as long as I've known I wanted to tell stories. She knows what's important to her, and what's not; she has focus and drive and throws it all into accomplishing her life's work. I can be that.
I believe there's truth in stories, even when they're fictional. There are stories that live inside me, stories that whisper in my ear when I'm falling asleep and sing to me when I'm awake and burn in my blood, and no one else can tell them. They're true and they're mine, and I'll die before they do, so I owe it to them to get them down on paper and fight for them, to give them the chance to live without me. There are things I need to do with my life: you can't kill a story any more than you can kill the truth, and this tattoo is a reminder of that.
...and now I guess I have no excuse not to write, huh?