Things
So, after an impromptu visit to IKEA, as much as I'd hate to admit, it would be quite easy to design and build a very small house that is VERY functional, based off of their furniture. It would be quite simple really.... I might do it when I become establish and can build my own home manually.
In other things. I think that I would fancy becoming a professional author/writer. Anna and I were talking in the car about how very much entertaining it would be to have a local nonsense column that was much like that of Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. I would very much be entertained by writing said column. After all, that entire show was based off of a series of essays by and about gay men living in NYC, or so I've heard from a pretty reputable source.
sidebar: Children should not be in coffee shops this time of night, I find them disruptive and inane. And yet they continue to pour in. Of course "pour" refers to the plus one status. Note to self- When I buy children, I will not bring them to the café with me. I will leave them with their nanny, who might be male, and very possibly a eugenic. Jury is still out on that.
And we're back. The topic of my column would not solely focus on the gayness of my life, wherever and whatever that is, it would rather focus on life in the community from my perspective.
Also. I've been working diligently on my novel. I wrote an entire chapter in a month. And I know that doesn't sound impressive, but it's hard coming up with shit and organising it in a way that seems entertaining. I, of course, will have to go back and fix things here and there because it's hard to see mistakes when you first craft something. It's all great stuff when you've slaved over it's creation. But once you step back and think about it, let it settle a bit and then read it fresh as if it's someone else's work; you get an idea of where it needs to go, what's been left out, what doesn't fit with the overall storyline, what doesn't correspond to previously established histories, etc. It's an awesome process.
But anyway, I shall return to the process... or I might go home with a bottle of vino to nap and get back on an adult schedule. Scratch that, I'm not a professional artist yet, can't justify the habit.
In other things. I think that I would fancy becoming a professional author/writer. Anna and I were talking in the car about how very much entertaining it would be to have a local nonsense column that was much like that of Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. I would very much be entertained by writing said column. After all, that entire show was based off of a series of essays by and about gay men living in NYC, or so I've heard from a pretty reputable source.
sidebar: Children should not be in coffee shops this time of night, I find them disruptive and inane. And yet they continue to pour in. Of course "pour" refers to the plus one status. Note to self- When I buy children, I will not bring them to the café with me. I will leave them with their nanny, who might be male, and very possibly a eugenic. Jury is still out on that.
And we're back. The topic of my column would not solely focus on the gayness of my life, wherever and whatever that is, it would rather focus on life in the community from my perspective.
Also. I've been working diligently on my novel. I wrote an entire chapter in a month. And I know that doesn't sound impressive, but it's hard coming up with shit and organising it in a way that seems entertaining. I, of course, will have to go back and fix things here and there because it's hard to see mistakes when you first craft something. It's all great stuff when you've slaved over it's creation. But once you step back and think about it, let it settle a bit and then read it fresh as if it's someone else's work; you get an idea of where it needs to go, what's been left out, what doesn't fit with the overall storyline, what doesn't correspond to previously established histories, etc. It's an awesome process.
But anyway, I shall return to the process... or I might go home with a bottle of vino to nap and get back on an adult schedule. Scratch that, I'm not a professional artist yet, can't justify the habit.