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I like a lot of things about summer - the warm weather, the get togethers, the long days. You know what I don't like about summer?
The bugs.
I went outside my house for literally five minutes yesterday and got bit three times. Three times. In five minutes. There seems to be something about me (and my sister, if I remember correctly) that bugs just really like. Years ago when we had several cats, we had a flea problem. My whole family could be in a room together and my sister and I would be slapping and scratching (ourselves, not each other - that came later) while everyone else was totally left alone. I had scars for years from that.
And now I'm changing the subject because I'm getting itchy just thinking about it. There's a few things going on - a new job soon. From what I understand, I'm pretty much guaranteed it; I just don't know when I'm starting. This is good and bad - while I'd like to get it over with, not knowing the exact day keeps me from getting myself too worked up over it.
So I'm basically just relaxing and waiting, keeping myself busy with another bunch of books. I got a couple of retellings of fairy tales, which is a favorite genre of mine, which led to a plot idea. It's sort of a combination of Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty (Sleeping Beauty and the Beast?) and it actually came to me almost totally complete. I know how it begins, most of what would fill in the middle, and how it would end. I even came up with the opening paragraphs, which are always the hardest part for me. I either can't think of how to begin or I get a great start and have no story to go with it. I'm a little embarrassed to admit to just how many documents I have saved on my computer that consist of a couple of lines or a paragraph that never went any farther.
Hmm, maybe that'll be my next post, a sort of failed beginnings compilation to shame me into getting back to work.
The bugs.
I went outside my house for literally five minutes yesterday and got bit three times. Three times. In five minutes. There seems to be something about me (and my sister, if I remember correctly) that bugs just really like. Years ago when we had several cats, we had a flea problem. My whole family could be in a room together and my sister and I would be slapping and scratching (ourselves, not each other - that came later) while everyone else was totally left alone. I had scars for years from that.
And now I'm changing the subject because I'm getting itchy just thinking about it. There's a few things going on - a new job soon. From what I understand, I'm pretty much guaranteed it; I just don't know when I'm starting. This is good and bad - while I'd like to get it over with, not knowing the exact day keeps me from getting myself too worked up over it.
So I'm basically just relaxing and waiting, keeping myself busy with another bunch of books. I got a couple of retellings of fairy tales, which is a favorite genre of mine, which led to a plot idea. It's sort of a combination of Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty (Sleeping Beauty and the Beast?) and it actually came to me almost totally complete. I know how it begins, most of what would fill in the middle, and how it would end. I even came up with the opening paragraphs, which are always the hardest part for me. I either can't think of how to begin or I get a great start and have no story to go with it. I'm a little embarrassed to admit to just how many documents I have saved on my computer that consist of a couple of lines or a paragraph that never went any farther.
Hmm, maybe that'll be my next post, a sort of failed beginnings compilation to shame me into getting back to work.