Arson is really beginning to appeal to me as a means to eliminate clutter.
In other words: I'M PACKING.
All in all, it appears that when we load up the van to get the hell out of Dodge (okay, so that's on the other side of the state, so what?), contents shall include seven, count them, seven boxes of varying sizes containing books. To accommodate said books, two bookshelves are accompanying them. I've got one of those shelves all but cleared off, thanks to the packing of books and relocation of ones that either are not mine or are being left here for now. The other one has some videos on the bottom shelf and frames on the top, stuff like that. I hope to get all cargo of a literary nature prepped and the fuck out of my way tomorrow.
Which means, tomorrow we move to clothes. Good G-d. (So my wardrobe's probably actually not as extensive as a lot of people I know. I've still got to pack it all. Yikes.)
You know that point, on the Oregon Trail (the historical one or the game), where the pioneers gotta lighten the load and they (or you) just start pitchin' anything in sight. Nearing that rabidly ascetic precipice myself right about now.
Seriously. I was surrounded by boxes earlier and wanted to feel like I was getting somewhere, so I cleaned out the top shelf of a filing cabinet that'll be joining me at the duplex, sometime. To give you an idea of what sort of stuff was in there, for how long, today I pitched early chapter drafts of things like "The Wrong Turns & Detours of Love" and some really awful fic-shit dating even before that. (I had no problem pitching any of that; either the work's obtained a secure, complete position somewhere on a Word file and/or the Web, or it's so bad and from so long ago that it makes not a damn bit of difference.) I probably tossed out stuff that nevermind the content, if we put it all together exclusively by length would have constituted several novels. And I'm not talking the average-size novel here; I'm talking, Tale of Genji or something titanic like that. You know you're a pack rat when...(?)
I'm just glad that Amanda's having her little vacation out west, so I can stow some of this stuff in her room for right now. Seeing how I'm fairly sure I busted my little toe on one of those boxes this morning trying to get out of my room. At least my new bedroom's gonna be a little bit bigger!
But now, I'm just sort of prattling on, aren't I? So, stuff not pertaining to the countdown to Saturday, i.e. Moving Day:
I'm reading Part II of Faust, have made it to somewhere in the deep middle of Act II--and I've yet to really see what the point to either Act so far has been. I mean, the banter between Mephistopheles and the Sphinxes has been amusing at some parts, but other than that all that's seem to have been accomplished is Faust has gotten horny for the image of Helena (Helen of Troy) that he conjured up for ... the Holy Roman Emperor? And somehow, he and Mephistopheles are no longer in the Emperor's court; they're somewhere talking to a bunch of figures from Greco-Roman mythology. Alright, I think? Really the main impression I've gotten at this point is that at this part of the play Faust has completely forgotten everything that just transpired with Gretchen. Douche. I mean, he was already a douche before then, but now he's just a Douche.
Holy shit, it's been over a year since I've updated some things! "Lunar Effect" and "Humidity," call the fucking fanfiction SRS on me, why don't you? And never mind that it's been over three and a half years since first chapter publication date, and "Jagamino" is STILL not fucking finished?! *sigh* I blame all the WIPs I'm juggling. This is why LDS was progressive for its times when it started out and encouraged its female parishioners to be entrepreneurial--polygamists can only focus so much attention on one wife for so long before one of the others is having a baby or needs the gutters cleaned or something like that.
So, considering that activity that must not in this portion of the entry be named, I haven't gotten much of any writing done this week; so I think this evening once I've got some shit straightened up, I'm going to set about to rectifying one of the above mentioned fic matters.
All in all, it appears that when we load up the van to get the hell out of Dodge (okay, so that's on the other side of the state, so what?), contents shall include seven, count them, seven boxes of varying sizes containing books. To accommodate said books, two bookshelves are accompanying them. I've got one of those shelves all but cleared off, thanks to the packing of books and relocation of ones that either are not mine or are being left here for now. The other one has some videos on the bottom shelf and frames on the top, stuff like that. I hope to get all cargo of a literary nature prepped and the fuck out of my way tomorrow.
Which means, tomorrow we move to clothes. Good G-d. (So my wardrobe's probably actually not as extensive as a lot of people I know. I've still got to pack it all. Yikes.)
You know that point, on the Oregon Trail (the historical one or the game), where the pioneers gotta lighten the load and they (or you) just start pitchin' anything in sight. Nearing that rabidly ascetic precipice myself right about now.
Seriously. I was surrounded by boxes earlier and wanted to feel like I was getting somewhere, so I cleaned out the top shelf of a filing cabinet that'll be joining me at the duplex, sometime. To give you an idea of what sort of stuff was in there, for how long, today I pitched early chapter drafts of things like "The Wrong Turns & Detours of Love" and some really awful fic-shit dating even before that. (I had no problem pitching any of that; either the work's obtained a secure, complete position somewhere on a Word file and/or the Web, or it's so bad and from so long ago that it makes not a damn bit of difference.) I probably tossed out stuff that nevermind the content, if we put it all together exclusively by length would have constituted several novels. And I'm not talking the average-size novel here; I'm talking, Tale of Genji or something titanic like that. You know you're a pack rat when...(?)
I'm just glad that Amanda's having her little vacation out west, so I can stow some of this stuff in her room for right now. Seeing how I'm fairly sure I busted my little toe on one of those boxes this morning trying to get out of my room. At least my new bedroom's gonna be a little bit bigger!
But now, I'm just sort of prattling on, aren't I? So, stuff not pertaining to the countdown to Saturday, i.e. Moving Day:
I'm reading Part II of Faust, have made it to somewhere in the deep middle of Act II--and I've yet to really see what the point to either Act so far has been. I mean, the banter between Mephistopheles and the Sphinxes has been amusing at some parts, but other than that all that's seem to have been accomplished is Faust has gotten horny for the image of Helena (Helen of Troy) that he conjured up for ... the Holy Roman Emperor? And somehow, he and Mephistopheles are no longer in the Emperor's court; they're somewhere talking to a bunch of figures from Greco-Roman mythology. Alright, I think? Really the main impression I've gotten at this point is that at this part of the play Faust has completely forgotten everything that just transpired with Gretchen. Douche. I mean, he was already a douche before then, but now he's just a Douche.
Holy shit, it's been over a year since I've updated some things! "Lunar Effect" and "Humidity," call the fucking fanfiction SRS on me, why don't you? And never mind that it's been over three and a half years since first chapter publication date, and "Jagamino" is STILL not fucking finished?! *sigh* I blame all the WIPs I'm juggling. This is why LDS was progressive for its times when it started out and encouraged its female parishioners to be entrepreneurial--polygamists can only focus so much attention on one wife for so long before one of the others is having a baby or needs the gutters cleaned or something like that.
So, considering that activity that must not in this portion of the entry be named, I haven't gotten much of any writing done this week; so I think this evening once I've got some shit straightened up, I'm going to set about to rectifying one of the above mentioned fic matters.