things are happening!
Oh man, guys, I've been so fucking awesome at this mindless temp job. My supervisor is continually shocked at how quickly I am going. I almost wish it was longer.
I get to spend a lot of time thinking while I mindlessly input things. Today I spent most of that time being a giant nerd over how many times I was looking up things in Santa Barbara (and, to a lesser extent, Cardiff) (and by "lesser extent," I don't mean I was being less of a nerd, I just mean that Cardiff didn't come up as frequently as Santa Barbara did).
I'm going back for a half day tomorrow, after which I am immediately getting on a bus to New York, where I will immediately (hopefully) get on ANOTHER bus to Parsippany. Once there, I will see my family and eat foodstuff and then on Saturday, I will see quatredeathlady and Christine! We will go to Field of Terror! We will be terrified! It will be AMAZING. We will also be picking pumpkins and stuff. GOOD TIMES WILL BE HAD.
Also, I get to see my family! What even! I am kind of torn about having this temp gig, because if I didn't have it, I could go home earlier and also see some work friends, but by the time I get to NJ, the friends I want to see (well, okay, the single friend I would want to see) will have left The Bookstore.
Sunday, I am driving straight to Northampton to see metonymy. Also, Ingrid Michaelson and her adorable band of adorableness will also be there. Monday, when we are back in our apartment (mcwonthelottery has an outing this weekend that is unrelated to all these shenanigans), we will go apple-picking!
Good times ahead, internet!
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This morning, on the train, I was listening to Dar (like you do) (all the time) (if you're me), and got a crazy complete idea for a queer YA coming of age novel. Like, the entire plot opened up before me. I could sit down right now and outline the sucker.
Which leads me to the constant dilemma in my head about writing:
I really want to write Poor Life Choice Theatre Starring Henry Chester (aka the time-travely-fantasy-y-queer-y-magic-y-science-y-steampunk-y-thingy), but as with last NaNo, I feel like it needs more research than I have time to give it right now. Last year, I had an excuse. I had the plague. From roughly Halloween until Thanksgiving. This year, I really don't have an excuse, but I also know that I am kind of frantic and all over the place and don't have a super lot of mental energy to dedicate to research.
This other story would require zero research.
I am pretty sure this new idea is going to win, at least for NaNo. I AM SORRY, HENRY. I AM SORRY, ANNALISE. I AM SORRY, JON. I WILL WRITE YOUR STORY ONE DAY. Um, just not this November.
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In news unrelated to any of these other things, Becca and I are super bummed that thomasgibson was too late to sign up for intoabar. If he wasn't, this is what his sign up would look like:
Who walks into the bar?: That lesbian mom whose baby dies in S1 of House
What fandom are they from?: Can't you fucking read? She's from House.
What other fandoms can you write?: Stonehenge Apocalypse, Aladdin, that documentary they made about the Milgram experiments.
Pretty much that has devolved into us--I mean, thomasgibson recasting the Milgram Experiment with characters from fandom. Because we--I mean, thomasgibson is a bad person.
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BEDTIME, INTERNET. I will see you losers in New Jersey!
I get to spend a lot of time thinking while I mindlessly input things. Today I spent most of that time being a giant nerd over how many times I was looking up things in Santa Barbara (and, to a lesser extent, Cardiff) (and by "lesser extent," I don't mean I was being less of a nerd, I just mean that Cardiff didn't come up as frequently as Santa Barbara did).
I'm going back for a half day tomorrow, after which I am immediately getting on a bus to New York, where I will immediately (hopefully) get on ANOTHER bus to Parsippany. Once there, I will see my family and eat foodstuff and then on Saturday, I will see quatredeathlady and Christine! We will go to Field of Terror! We will be terrified! It will be AMAZING. We will also be picking pumpkins and stuff. GOOD TIMES WILL BE HAD.
Also, I get to see my family! What even! I am kind of torn about having this temp gig, because if I didn't have it, I could go home earlier and also see some work friends, but by the time I get to NJ, the friends I want to see (well, okay, the single friend I would want to see) will have left The Bookstore.
Sunday, I am driving straight to Northampton to see metonymy. Also, Ingrid Michaelson and her adorable band of adorableness will also be there. Monday, when we are back in our apartment (mcwonthelottery has an outing this weekend that is unrelated to all these shenanigans), we will go apple-picking!
Good times ahead, internet!
***
This morning, on the train, I was listening to Dar (like you do) (all the time) (if you're me), and got a crazy complete idea for a queer YA coming of age novel. Like, the entire plot opened up before me. I could sit down right now and outline the sucker.
Which leads me to the constant dilemma in my head about writing:
I really want to write Poor Life Choice Theatre Starring Henry Chester (aka the time-travely-fantasy-y-queer-y-magic-y-science-y-steampunk-y-thingy), but as with last NaNo, I feel like it needs more research than I have time to give it right now. Last year, I had an excuse. I had the plague. From roughly Halloween until Thanksgiving. This year, I really don't have an excuse, but I also know that I am kind of frantic and all over the place and don't have a super lot of mental energy to dedicate to research.
This other story would require zero research.
I am pretty sure this new idea is going to win, at least for NaNo. I AM SORRY, HENRY. I AM SORRY, ANNALISE. I AM SORRY, JON. I WILL WRITE YOUR STORY ONE DAY. Um, just not this November.
***
In news unrelated to any of these other things, Becca and I are super bummed that thomasgibson was too late to sign up for intoabar. If he wasn't, this is what his sign up would look like:
Who walks into the bar?: That lesbian mom whose baby dies in S1 of House
What fandom are they from?: Can't you fucking read? She's from House.
What other fandoms can you write?: Stonehenge Apocalypse, Aladdin, that documentary they made about the Milgram experiments.
Pretty much that has devolved into us--I mean, thomasgibson recasting the Milgram Experiment with characters from fandom. Because we--I mean, thomasgibson is a bad person.
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BEDTIME, INTERNET. I will see you losers in New Jersey!