Food for thought?
I definitely think that it's time to stop writing when all I can think about is pizza. =P Here I am, mulling over what my characters should say and do next, and I discover that I can't come up with a damn thing because all I can think about is food. Sigh. Hel, you were right, I am obsessed. ^_^()
Good day so far. Went out and got some Thai food (I had the "Massamun", a coconut milk curry with pineapple and potatoes. Didn't care for it a great deal. Spent most of the meal envying dad's yummy pad thai. XD) and finally put the rollerblades issue to rest. May I never have to walk into that damn store ever again. Bah. Spent some time today giving Diane Duane's website a more thorough examination. She's got some really cool stuff there. These two shirts (1, 2) are going on my wishlist right after ThinkGeek's sonic screwdriver. =D I also enjoyed looking at pictures of her cats (thank goodness I'm not over 50, otherwise that sentence alone would permanently solidify my reputation as a dotty old lady who lives with dozens and dozens of felines) and I LOVE the look of her wizard cat series. That's the kind of stuff I want to write in the future. You know, the kind of book that makes people smile and laugh just from the description, as opposed to those summaries of other books that involve death, destruction, and destiny. (The other three dreaded D's, perhaps?) Funny how the more I explore Duane's stuff, the less I like Holly Lisle. Which is really a shame, because Lisle is a very nice lady and I love her podcast (which she never does anymore) and saying I haven't learned anything from her would be a lie, but I've had her Secret Texts trilogy on my book shelf for almost a year now and I've only read the first book. (And only because I forced myself to do so.) And her blog is just downright depressing for me anymore. I'm moving away from some of my other writing heroes/podcasters, too. I wonder if that's just normal writer's growth, or am I just fickle?
What am I doing still sitting here? There is pizza upstairs that is calling my name! Fear not, oh pizza, for soon I shall rescue you from your long lament by taking you out of that plastic baggy and consuming you like there is no tomorrow! *rushes to the rescue*
Good day so far. Went out and got some Thai food (I had the "Massamun", a coconut milk curry with pineapple and potatoes. Didn't care for it a great deal. Spent most of the meal envying dad's yummy pad thai. XD) and finally put the rollerblades issue to rest. May I never have to walk into that damn store ever again. Bah. Spent some time today giving Diane Duane's website a more thorough examination. She's got some really cool stuff there. These two shirts (1, 2) are going on my wishlist right after ThinkGeek's sonic screwdriver. =D I also enjoyed looking at pictures of her cats (thank goodness I'm not over 50, otherwise that sentence alone would permanently solidify my reputation as a dotty old lady who lives with dozens and dozens of felines) and I LOVE the look of her wizard cat series. That's the kind of stuff I want to write in the future. You know, the kind of book that makes people smile and laugh just from the description, as opposed to those summaries of other books that involve death, destruction, and destiny. (The other three dreaded D's, perhaps?) Funny how the more I explore Duane's stuff, the less I like Holly Lisle. Which is really a shame, because Lisle is a very nice lady and I love her podcast (which she never does anymore) and saying I haven't learned anything from her would be a lie, but I've had her Secret Texts trilogy on my book shelf for almost a year now and I've only read the first book. (And only because I forced myself to do so.) And her blog is just downright depressing for me anymore. I'm moving away from some of my other writing heroes/podcasters, too. I wonder if that's just normal writer's growth, or am I just fickle?
What am I doing still sitting here? There is pizza upstairs that is calling my name! Fear not, oh pizza, for soon I shall rescue you from your long lament by taking you out of that plastic baggy and consuming you like there is no tomorrow! *rushes to the rescue*