I'm trying to update this more regularly now, which some of you may have noticed. This'll be my third post this month-- an event without precedent!
So... my family's coming up to visit on Thursday! My little sister Sharon will be staying over at my place from Thursday until Sunday morning, so if any of the usual people who come over randomly see an unfamiliar blond high-schooler hanging around, that's her. My parents are coming too, but they're staying in a hotel, and unfortunately my other sister Lindsay can't make it because she's only been working at her new job for a week so it's a little early to be asking for time off. I'm looking forward to showing off the city to them. I just have to make sure the apartment's presentable before my Mom sees it.
I've been trying to do some writing lately, only this time in the form of actual prose fiction which I have very little experience with. It's pretty awful. I think my biggest problem, though, is that I can't take criticism at all. See, I read a lot, and write reviews, and I've even done some editing for Maggie, so I think my writing standards are pretty high. But I don't have a lot of actual story writing experience, so I can't make my standards match the things I actually create. Add to that the fact that I absolutely hate being bad at things, particularly when the bad outcome is something that lasts and sits in front of you for everyone to see, and writing a simple story becomes the source of unending angst and drama. It's pretty lame.
Other than that, I'm glad that Julia and Sunita liked all the manga we lent them. Seriously, Basara is one of the best comics ever committed to paper, so it shouldn't be hard to win fans for that one. Sunita: There are nine more volumes at our house for you to borrow when you come over on Tuesday. I'm just glad I'm getting someone else who knows what I'm talking about when I rant about it being the best manga ever.
Another distraction:
http://www.2flashgames.com/f/f-171.htm This is a highly entertaining game about picking up stick figures and dropping them so they smash horribly into little piles of red goo. Very fun. Maggie's been playing it all morning.
I have a bad feeling this post is really stilted and nonsensical, but I think I'm too lazy to proof-read it today. I guess this is livejournal, not a paper for school or my life's work novelization or anything, so it doesn't matter that much, but like I said before I don't like putting shoddy work where the whole world can see it. Maybe by posting this I can get used to it.