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First off, how cool is it that the Google image for today is Van Gogh? Van Gogh rocks my socks.
Second, I'm stuck on TST. But not like...stuck, just...I can't write at the moment. It's a bad thing. Except not, because I think I know how writers feel when they're reading something and are afraid of that person's style rubbing off on them. And then they go read the encyclopedia before they start working; maybe I should do that. Sorry. Not making sense.
The sense to be made: I can't stop reading Ali's Previously on Gilmore Girls. Can't. Read it every chance I get. I'm blowing off calc review for this story. I was feeling incredibly guilty about my addiction to fanfiction because of that, until I realized it's exactly like the symptoms for fantasy (particularly McKinley and Tamora Pierce--Tamora more unfortunately than Robin)--the not concentrating, the sneaking the story when I can, the need to read more and get to the end. It's not the medium, it's the story.
I'm thoroughly, thoroughly impressed.
How can Ali write like this? I mean, she did the vid for Leigh's Mariano Investigations and I literally watch it ten times in a row every time I watch it. It's amazing. The first time, I watched it forty, maybe. I was watching it and talking to Elise, and I said something like, "I want to watch it over and over, but the song's starting to annoy me." And Elise said, "Mute it." So I did, and kept watching.
But this is totally not fair. No one is allowed to be so brilliant in two mediums that I can't put down anything they do in either one.
And so I can't write more TST until I finish POGG, because...I'm thinking too much about it. Every song I heard on the radio today, I was thinking, "This is Jess." It was a relief to listen to "Brick" on the drive home from POH this evening, because someone finally told me what it was about and it was the first thing I've heard in a while that was a sad story that didn't make me think "This is Jess." Hell, Kafka is making me see Jess. This is a problem.
I have emails I owe people. I have reviews I need to write. I have a calc review (optional, thank God) that I maybe should have done. I was going to write something up about New York. I haven't worked on Intermission in a week and a half. I need to clean my car and my house and figure out how to kidnap That Damned Chris on Friday for SCZ night. But I have to finish POGG first. Why couldn't it have been shorter? Why couldn't it have gone on forever?
Second, I'm stuck on TST. But not like...stuck, just...I can't write at the moment. It's a bad thing. Except not, because I think I know how writers feel when they're reading something and are afraid of that person's style rubbing off on them. And then they go read the encyclopedia before they start working; maybe I should do that. Sorry. Not making sense.
The sense to be made: I can't stop reading Ali's Previously on Gilmore Girls. Can't. Read it every chance I get. I'm blowing off calc review for this story. I was feeling incredibly guilty about my addiction to fanfiction because of that, until I realized it's exactly like the symptoms for fantasy (particularly McKinley and Tamora Pierce--Tamora more unfortunately than Robin)--the not concentrating, the sneaking the story when I can, the need to read more and get to the end. It's not the medium, it's the story.
I'm thoroughly, thoroughly impressed.
How can Ali write like this? I mean, she did the vid for Leigh's Mariano Investigations and I literally watch it ten times in a row every time I watch it. It's amazing. The first time, I watched it forty, maybe. I was watching it and talking to Elise, and I said something like, "I want to watch it over and over, but the song's starting to annoy me." And Elise said, "Mute it." So I did, and kept watching.
But this is totally not fair. No one is allowed to be so brilliant in two mediums that I can't put down anything they do in either one.
And so I can't write more TST until I finish POGG, because...I'm thinking too much about it. Every song I heard on the radio today, I was thinking, "This is Jess." It was a relief to listen to "Brick" on the drive home from POH this evening, because someone finally told me what it was about and it was the first thing I've heard in a while that was a sad story that didn't make me think "This is Jess." Hell, Kafka is making me see Jess. This is a problem.
I have emails I owe people. I have reviews I need to write. I have a calc review (optional, thank God) that I maybe should have done. I was going to write something up about New York. I haven't worked on Intermission in a week and a half. I need to clean my car and my house and figure out how to kidnap That Damned Chris on Friday for SCZ night. But I have to finish POGG first. Why couldn't it have been shorter? Why couldn't it have gone on forever?