Friday, April 16, 2004
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
http://ap.tbo.com/ap/breaking/MGAAPA0U6SD.html
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH *shreiks at the impotent mindless stupid fucking dog-headed worthless good-for-nothing shrubya reckless dickless mindless, especially mindless, stupid stupid man!!!* I rue the next 8 months until we can kick this freak of everything good and holy right the fuck out of office. I shudder to think of how much more irreperable damage he can do in the next 8 months. *shudder*
If anyone who is not American ever happens to read this, please hear what I am about to say. We aren't all idiots. I repeat. Not all Americans are stupid. We don't support the tyrant who stears our country to ruin. We just can't kick him out until November. Please don't bare too big of a grudge against us.
A friend said to me the other night that he could appreciate what some of the germans went through during world war 2. This is in no way a pro-nazi sentiment. He was just saying, and I agree with him, that it feels helpless when your country is being ruined by a dictator-wannabe leader and his idiot minions. One can't help but feel helpless, and ashamed at the affiliation with that person, even if it is just in name. I can sympathize with the Dixi Chicks in saying they're ashamed he's from their state. I may not agree that they should have said it while overseas, but I agree with them. I'm ashamed that we could elect a bush like him. It's a sad sad day in American history.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH *shreiks at the impotent mindless stupid fucking dog-headed worthless good-for-nothing shrubya reckless dickless mindless, especially mindless, stupid stupid man!!!* I rue the next 8 months until we can kick this freak of everything good and holy right the fuck out of office. I shudder to think of how much more irreperable damage he can do in the next 8 months. *shudder*
If anyone who is not American ever happens to read this, please hear what I am about to say. We aren't all idiots. I repeat. Not all Americans are stupid. We don't support the tyrant who stears our country to ruin. We just can't kick him out until November. Please don't bare too big of a grudge against us.
A friend said to me the other night that he could appreciate what some of the germans went through during world war 2. This is in no way a pro-nazi sentiment. He was just saying, and I agree with him, that it feels helpless when your country is being ruined by a dictator-wannabe leader and his idiot minions. One can't help but feel helpless, and ashamed at the affiliation with that person, even if it is just in name. I can sympathize with the Dixi Chicks in saying they're ashamed he's from their state. I may not agree that they should have said it while overseas, but I agree with them. I'm ashamed that we could elect a bush like him. It's a sad sad day in American history.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
An Ode to My Dear Old Blog. How do I miss thee, there isn't a number great enough. I choose you me dear friend. My blog! Seriously, I missed my blog. With the last few moments of conscious thought before I'm forced to slumber from fatigue, I thought I'd post my decision between live journal and blog. I choose both. Blog to store and post my inner dialogue and diatribe. My live journal to post private things like written chapters and verse and such. Plus, with live journal, I can view some of my friends journals who would otherwise be unavailable to me. So they both have their perks. I really missed my blog. Here it doesn't feel like everything I say is going to be viewed and broadcast to teeming masses of strange people I don't even know. I know, it's ironic. I can't explain it, my inner battery is about to die. Maybe some other time. But for those loyal legions of folks who were waiting with baited breath to see if I'd return, alas you can relax. I'm back and it's final. And man did I miss you guys!
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Saturday, March 06, 2004
*Moo Tators!* Sorry, inside joke. For all and any who are wondering about my current affairs, I don't have any. Sorry, bad humor seems to be running rampant tonight. I need to do a timed writing and get some of the brown water out. Brown water is what I call the muddled jumbled brain waste, the cluttered coalesced incoherent cload or puddle (hence brown water) that sits on top of ones brain making it difficult or impossible to make intelligent sense. I get rid of this waste by doing timed writings where I can say/do/write about anything that I want to, un-edited for the allotted time. It really helps, I highly recommend it.
Today was a big push to re-work my website. I spent hours redoing it, and learned a ton about html script. By the stopping point I was checking entire pages of script for errors. It was a fantastic feeling. Tomorrow I'll try to finish it up, varifying content and such. I really want to start another chapter of Savage Eden tomorrow. My procrastinate bug is pissing me off, I'll squish it with words on the page asap.
I've re-connected with my crit group. I was on extended hiatus during the christmas season during my christmas crush. Now I'm back in action, critting when asked, and as cheeky as ever. Poor crit members. ;-)
I've got a job interview on monday. I'm excited about the prospects. It's working for a wonderful non-profit organization that is doing some really great and necessary work. While it's an administrative position, I still feel like I could help in some tangible way. *Fingers crossed* Although I'm really trying not to worry about it. My philosophy? If I was meant to work there, and we were really a good fit...then I'll get the job. If not, then it's for the best. Either way, I'll keep on ticking.
My mom got back from London tonight. Thank God, I missed her tons. It was fine without her here (other than the missing her part) until today when my step-dad, the ogre, yelled at my friend (who's staying with me for a little while) for not folding my step-dads underwear before putting them in the laundry basket from the dryer. I know, it makes no sense. I would never touch let alone fold my friend's dad's underwear. Yuck. He hardly knows the guy. But if you knew my step-dad, you'd understand. He's one of those people who were born as, lived as, and will always be an asshole. Sorry if you read this mom, but you know I'm not lying. He's mean to people. For no reason other than to be mean. But that's enough of my life wasted thinking about that sore pudder. Let the Oger live in his world, and I'll live in mine. But if he's ever mean to my friend again and I'm around, let's just say I won't be quiet.
Onto better and brighter things. I'm extremely excited about the 2 year novel writing course. I've put together a couple of databases to help me stay organized and explore my characters more deeply. I've started using the databases on Savage Eden, and it's so much clearer for me now. I'd pass it along to everyone I know except it's done in Microsoft Works. That's the only database software on my computer. It serves it's purpose. I'm not complaining. I just wish I could post copies on my website for folks to download, that's how helpful they've been. Maybe that'll be my next project. To find a way...hmm.
Well, it's late and I'm tired. I'm going to run along kiddies. Off I go to the monkey show.
Today was a big push to re-work my website. I spent hours redoing it, and learned a ton about html script. By the stopping point I was checking entire pages of script for errors. It was a fantastic feeling. Tomorrow I'll try to finish it up, varifying content and such. I really want to start another chapter of Savage Eden tomorrow. My procrastinate bug is pissing me off, I'll squish it with words on the page asap.
I've re-connected with my crit group. I was on extended hiatus during the christmas season during my christmas crush. Now I'm back in action, critting when asked, and as cheeky as ever. Poor crit members. ;-)
I've got a job interview on monday. I'm excited about the prospects. It's working for a wonderful non-profit organization that is doing some really great and necessary work. While it's an administrative position, I still feel like I could help in some tangible way. *Fingers crossed* Although I'm really trying not to worry about it. My philosophy? If I was meant to work there, and we were really a good fit...then I'll get the job. If not, then it's for the best. Either way, I'll keep on ticking.
My mom got back from London tonight. Thank God, I missed her tons. It was fine without her here (other than the missing her part) until today when my step-dad, the ogre, yelled at my friend (who's staying with me for a little while) for not folding my step-dads underwear before putting them in the laundry basket from the dryer. I know, it makes no sense. I would never touch let alone fold my friend's dad's underwear. Yuck. He hardly knows the guy. But if you knew my step-dad, you'd understand. He's one of those people who were born as, lived as, and will always be an asshole. Sorry if you read this mom, but you know I'm not lying. He's mean to people. For no reason other than to be mean. But that's enough of my life wasted thinking about that sore pudder. Let the Oger live in his world, and I'll live in mine. But if he's ever mean to my friend again and I'm around, let's just say I won't be quiet.
Onto better and brighter things. I'm extremely excited about the 2 year novel writing course. I've put together a couple of databases to help me stay organized and explore my characters more deeply. I've started using the databases on Savage Eden, and it's so much clearer for me now. I'd pass it along to everyone I know except it's done in Microsoft Works. That's the only database software on my computer. It serves it's purpose. I'm not complaining. I just wish I could post copies on my website for folks to download, that's how helpful they've been. Maybe that'll be my next project. To find a way...hmm.
Well, it's late and I'm tired. I'm going to run along kiddies. Off I go to the monkey show.
Monday, March 01, 2004
European Union Imposes Sanction on U.S.
http://www.cnn.com/2004/BUSINESS/03/01/eu.sanctions/index.html
"(CNN) -- The European Commission has launched retaliatory trade measures against the United States that will cost American companies hundreds of millions.
The sanctions are intended to compensate European businesses for a U.S. tax break scheme for American exporters that was ruled illegal by the World Trade Organization (WTO) last year."
Looks like Shrubya's tax cuts were not only illegal, but are now going to be costing the working class american's who grow the food and raise the cattle being banned for export their livelihoods.
9 months and counting to the presidential election and new hope for our future as a nation.
http://www.cnn.com/2004/BUSINESS/03/01/eu.sanctions/index.html
"(CNN) -- The European Commission has launched retaliatory trade measures against the United States that will cost American companies hundreds of millions.
The sanctions are intended to compensate European businesses for a U.S. tax break scheme for American exporters that was ruled illegal by the World Trade Organization (WTO) last year."
Looks like Shrubya's tax cuts were not only illegal, but are now going to be costing the working class american's who grow the food and raise the cattle being banned for export their livelihoods.
9 months and counting to the presidential election and new hope for our future as a nation.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Man, do I feel good about my writing or what. At 1:30am last night/this morning I finished the last chapter for my Jan/Feb 2004 Writing Dare at FM. The chapter came out to 1,711 words. Oh thank heaven for 7-11. ;-) For some reason, I've really been able to turn on the juice this past week. One day I wrote 2,337 words. Last night I wrote 1,711. My norm is around 500 words a day. So I've really been smoking. I think having a deadline helps me get motivated. My problem is that I always wait until the last minute to get shaking. I've been like this my whole life. It's annoying. How can I change it? I know, I know...just do it. I'm going to try to get back to the "Eat the Frog" mantra I discussed earlier in my blog. On that note, I've got work to to. Tiddles ya'll. ;-)
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
I realize there's been a lot of political sniping and banter going on lately. My guess is it's because of the high stakes in this years upcoming presidential election. If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. I realize this. But I wouldn't feel good about myself if I didn't comment about this article.
http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/02/24/elec04.prez.bush.marriage/index.html
Who does he think he is?! The almighty Shrubya wants to make a constitutional amendment banning same sex marriage. He says we have to stop the idea of marriage from changing. I say we have to stop him from being president for another term, and ensuring America's place as the perverbial shit on the heel of the world. In the name of everything holy and pure, please let this be the last nail in this idiot's coffin. After everything he's done to our environment, our position in the international political arena, and our economy and gross domestic product...why does anyone need ANOTHER reason to get rid of him?
http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/02/24/elec04.prez.bush.marriage/index.html
Who does he think he is?! The almighty Shrubya wants to make a constitutional amendment banning same sex marriage. He says we have to stop the idea of marriage from changing. I say we have to stop him from being president for another term, and ensuring America's place as the perverbial shit on the heel of the world. In the name of everything holy and pure, please let this be the last nail in this idiot's coffin. After everything he's done to our environment, our position in the international political arena, and our economy and gross domestic product...why does anyone need ANOTHER reason to get rid of him?
What a month it's been. I've laughed, I've cried. ;-) This month I've gone through job interviews, and signed up with a temp company. I had my 25th birthday on the 18th. And let me tell you, it was the best birthday I've had in YEARS. I got to spend it with my best friend and my family. We had a great time! I've done some shopping this month, and that felt really good. I have some great new digs. I've been writing away on Savage Eden for the Jan/Feb 2004 Writing Dare at FM. I'm participating at the novice level, so I've managed to squeeze it in amongst my comings and goings. Yesterday I managed two write two chapters for a total of 2,337 words. For me, that's fantastic. I've also been working steadily on my 'Only a Novel' course novel. I've put together a notebook, and I'm getting ready to do some serious work on my characters.
The biggest thing that's happened to me this month is -- my best friend has moved to Virginia from Tennessee, and is staying with me at my parents house until he can find a job and a place of his own. He's been here a couple of weeks, and we're doing pretty well. Normally I get bored easily, and was worried I'd get sick of him. But he's been pleasant to have around, and I've enjoyed the time we've had together. My parents enjoy him as well.
The biggest thing that's happened to me this month is -- my best friend has moved to Virginia from Tennessee, and is staying with me at my parents house until he can find a job and a place of his own. He's been here a couple of weeks, and we're doing pretty well. Normally I get bored easily, and was worried I'd get sick of him. But he's been pleasant to have around, and I've enjoyed the time we've had together. My parents enjoy him as well.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
If I could be anywhere in the world right at this very exact moment, i would like to be in Bali. I don't know if it's day or night there right now, but I do know that whichever it is, I'd love to be laying in the warm soft sand. Languishing in the warm gentle breezes. Sipping on coconut milk. Smiling from ear to ear.
Today marked the beginning of my earnest job hunt. I updated my resume, applied online at a local temp firm, and updated my resume and job search agents at monster.com. Tomorrow morning I would like to get myself to apply to 5 jobs, first thing. I heard this great metaphor, eating the frog. Job hunting is me eating the frog. Apparently (according to a post on FM) someone somewhere says that if you eat a live frog first thing in the morning, you're gaurantee'd that it's the worst thing you'll do all day. After that, it's cake. So...yeah. That's that.
We are in the middle of a bonafide winter storm here in northern virginia. It started sunday night with 6-8 " of snow. Then the next day we had flurries all day. And today we had ice storms. A fine mist of rain fell all day, and froze immediately upon contact. The trees look like ice sculptures. The snow is burried under a layer of ice. Hell, everything's burried. It's quite beautiful actually. I busted out the video camera and caught it on film.
As far as my writing goes, I'm trudging along on Savage Eden. I'm participating in this months writing dare. I need to complete 4 chapters of 1K each by the end of february. Not hard really, I'm just very scatter brained lately. We're in week 4 of Zette's novel writing course, and I'm as stoked as ever. I love the story idea, and it's still in it's infantile stages. But I've had some really fantastic ideas pop into my head. Speaking of head, I'm getting these terrible headaches on a regular basis. Every day. They're borderline migraines. They're killing me. Too bad I can't take aspirin. The stuff makes me sick. Pretty ironic, actually. :( I hope they go away. *Fingers Crossed*
Other than that, I've started reading the 'Outlander' series by Diana Gabaldon. Talk about good books! Diana, as a writer and a reader, I take my hat off to you and bow low. Once I pick one up I can't put it back down. Which is rough considering they're over 700+ pages each. Maybe that's why I have headaches! ;-) Kidding. The characters, the world, the premise...kudos to the author. I can only strive to be that good.
I'm also reading the 3rd book in Neal Donald Walshes (sp?) 'Conversations With God' series. I love these books. They're so inspiring to me. I know there's a lot of people who would read something like that and think it's a farse, or they might not be able to swallow a lot of the ideas. What can I say to that? Don't knock the books...you might want to look at your own self for fault. Stretch your minds, consider the possibilities, and lighten up. People are so quick to go fanatic for their beleifs. Who are they to tell anyone else what is and isn't "correct." If you're not God, I don't want to hear it. Capeesh? ;-)
On that merry note, I'm going to try to go back to bed. I've been tossing and turning for hours. It's not working. Maybe I'll read some more. Broaden my horizons. Give myself some more hope. Good health and high spirits to all!
Today marked the beginning of my earnest job hunt. I updated my resume, applied online at a local temp firm, and updated my resume and job search agents at monster.com. Tomorrow morning I would like to get myself to apply to 5 jobs, first thing. I heard this great metaphor, eating the frog. Job hunting is me eating the frog. Apparently (according to a post on FM) someone somewhere says that if you eat a live frog first thing in the morning, you're gaurantee'd that it's the worst thing you'll do all day. After that, it's cake. So...yeah. That's that.
We are in the middle of a bonafide winter storm here in northern virginia. It started sunday night with 6-8 " of snow. Then the next day we had flurries all day. And today we had ice storms. A fine mist of rain fell all day, and froze immediately upon contact. The trees look like ice sculptures. The snow is burried under a layer of ice. Hell, everything's burried. It's quite beautiful actually. I busted out the video camera and caught it on film.
As far as my writing goes, I'm trudging along on Savage Eden. I'm participating in this months writing dare. I need to complete 4 chapters of 1K each by the end of february. Not hard really, I'm just very scatter brained lately. We're in week 4 of Zette's novel writing course, and I'm as stoked as ever. I love the story idea, and it's still in it's infantile stages. But I've had some really fantastic ideas pop into my head. Speaking of head, I'm getting these terrible headaches on a regular basis. Every day. They're borderline migraines. They're killing me. Too bad I can't take aspirin. The stuff makes me sick. Pretty ironic, actually. :( I hope they go away. *Fingers Crossed*
Other than that, I've started reading the 'Outlander' series by Diana Gabaldon. Talk about good books! Diana, as a writer and a reader, I take my hat off to you and bow low. Once I pick one up I can't put it back down. Which is rough considering they're over 700+ pages each. Maybe that's why I have headaches! ;-) Kidding. The characters, the world, the premise...kudos to the author. I can only strive to be that good.
I'm also reading the 3rd book in Neal Donald Walshes (sp?) 'Conversations With God' series. I love these books. They're so inspiring to me. I know there's a lot of people who would read something like that and think it's a farse, or they might not be able to swallow a lot of the ideas. What can I say to that? Don't knock the books...you might want to look at your own self for fault. Stretch your minds, consider the possibilities, and lighten up. People are so quick to go fanatic for their beleifs. Who are they to tell anyone else what is and isn't "correct." If you're not God, I don't want to hear it. Capeesh? ;-)
On that merry note, I'm going to try to go back to bed. I've been tossing and turning for hours. It's not working. Maybe I'll read some more. Broaden my horizons. Give myself some more hope. Good health and high spirits to all!
Monday, January 12, 2004
It's been nearly a month since I last posted here. I've well over due. Christmas went off without a hitch, and everyone had a tremendous time. My long journey north via Tennessee was unbearably long. I'm lucky to have made it with my sanity intact. The reward of reaching each of my intended destinations was worth the effort, however. Now it's the New Years and I've started Zette's 2 Year Novel Course. With great excitement. I was trying to come up with an idea to use, and seemed to get stuck raking through all of the ideas I'd already had in the works. I wanted to avoid using an idea I'd already touched on, in order to reap the biggest benefit from taking the course. So I sat down with pen in hand and wrote down everything I want to read in a story, everything that really gets me excited. And man, I'm blown away by the idea I came up with. There's sex, violence, ancient culture, magic, adventures, deserts, jungles, relics...you name it and I've got it. I can't wait to see how the story develops and unfolds during the course of the course. Pardon the pun. I've come up with some great ideas for the story, the hardest part is trying to keep myself from getting too far ahead.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
If I had balls they'd be shrivelled up inside of me it's so fucking cold in here. Tonight we're supposed to be getting snow, but it shouldn't be snowing in my bedroom! I know, I know. Get off my ass and go turn up the heat. I'm going to have to, I suppose. I'm losing feeling in my pretty little fingers.
What do I have to contribute to the world at large? Well, I've been trudging along through the muck I need to accomplish before christmas. What did I call it again? Ah yes, my christmas crush. I've got quite a list of things left to do, although I feel better about it now that I've finished so much. I leave on Tuesday for a week in Tennesse before carrying on to Wisconsin, and eventually Michigan. I think I'm comma happy or something. I use commas extensively. I need to fix that habit. Anyways, I spend christmas there, and then back to Wisconsin, on to Tennesse for new years, and eventually back home. That's a lot of driving and a long ass trip. But I'm in the mood for adventure. Let's all pray I make it alright.
My writing, you ask? What have I written? Absolutely nothing. GASP! For my nephew's book I've moved past the writing into the illustrating. It will be done. At least part of it. Another thing to work my ass off for. I thought this was the season of joy and giving. Since when is it the season of killing yourself to give to others? And where's the joy? I suppose that'll come around christmas.
I'm trying to remember to be optimistic. I have the habit of being pessisimistic. Follow me on this one...I feel like if I'm pessimistic about things, then the opposite of what I think will happen, will happen. Therefore, if I think bad things will happen ,good things will happen because I was thinking bad things. Don't laugh, I actually beleive this. So I'm trying to break myself of this nasty little thought pattern.
My entire life I've had wierd phobias and paranioas that make the 'good things happen because I have bad thoughts' one pale in comparison. Just a taste...when I was younger I had to hold my breath whenever the toilet flushed, I had to close the lid before it flushed, and if I couldn't I had to run like hell before it went all the way down. If I didn't do that...something bad (I can't remember what) would happen. I used to think weird shit, like if I breathed in while looking at someone or something I didn't like, I'd take on some quality of theirs. Hey, trust me, I know. I'm odd. But at least this gives you some backstory to my whole 'bad thoughts/good things' thing. Okay enough self-effication. I'm off. Happy Holidays, Peace and Love, Sunshine and Smiles!!!
What do I have to contribute to the world at large? Well, I've been trudging along through the muck I need to accomplish before christmas. What did I call it again? Ah yes, my christmas crush. I've got quite a list of things left to do, although I feel better about it now that I've finished so much. I leave on Tuesday for a week in Tennesse before carrying on to Wisconsin, and eventually Michigan. I think I'm comma happy or something. I use commas extensively. I need to fix that habit. Anyways, I spend christmas there, and then back to Wisconsin, on to Tennesse for new years, and eventually back home. That's a lot of driving and a long ass trip. But I'm in the mood for adventure. Let's all pray I make it alright.
My writing, you ask? What have I written? Absolutely nothing. GASP! For my nephew's book I've moved past the writing into the illustrating. It will be done. At least part of it. Another thing to work my ass off for. I thought this was the season of joy and giving. Since when is it the season of killing yourself to give to others? And where's the joy? I suppose that'll come around christmas.
I'm trying to remember to be optimistic. I have the habit of being pessisimistic. Follow me on this one...I feel like if I'm pessimistic about things, then the opposite of what I think will happen, will happen. Therefore, if I think bad things will happen ,good things will happen because I was thinking bad things. Don't laugh, I actually beleive this. So I'm trying to break myself of this nasty little thought pattern.
My entire life I've had wierd phobias and paranioas that make the 'good things happen because I have bad thoughts' one pale in comparison. Just a taste...when I was younger I had to hold my breath whenever the toilet flushed, I had to close the lid before it flushed, and if I couldn't I had to run like hell before it went all the way down. If I didn't do that...something bad (I can't remember what) would happen. I used to think weird shit, like if I breathed in while looking at someone or something I didn't like, I'd take on some quality of theirs. Hey, trust me, I know. I'm odd. But at least this gives you some backstory to my whole 'bad thoughts/good things' thing. Okay enough self-effication. I'm off. Happy Holidays, Peace and Love, Sunshine and Smiles!!!
Monday, December 08, 2003
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Yeehaw! I'm making progress on my Christmas Crush. That's my official title for the unbeleivably long list of shit I have to finish before Christmas. Some of it is writing related, some not. For instance, I told myself that I needed to finish my plot revisions for Savage Eden before Christmas. That way I could hit a patch of straight writing for the new year. If you're wondering, I hit a major hiccup in the middle of the story and it made me take the whole thing back to the drawing board. But tomorrow is the deadline I've set for myself and the outline. So mission nearly accomplished. I should get a pip for that. ;) On my personal and Christmas related crush list I've crossed off three whole categories already. So someone pat my freaking back already. I'm busy like a bee, so I apologize to my groupies. I know you're having withdrawals kittens, but I'll be back as soon as I can. And good to my word, I've managed to post to my blog, yet again. I hope you're all in good health and high spirits. Have the best bleeping holiday season you've ever had. Please stay safe and don't drive drunk!
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
So, I bet you thought I must have died or something, eh? Wondering where I've been? Why I haven't posted? Or did you just assume I was one of those people who got tired of their blog and quit all together? Well shame on you! You aren't getting rid of me that easily. Mwa ha ha ha. For all of you FM Writer folks out there, I wanted to tell everyone that I signed up for Zette's 2 year novel course. I can't wait to get started, I've got this wicked idea. And I'll be writing the last half of Savage Eden at the beginning of next year. So my novel dance card will be full. I've got a few short stories being worked at the moment also. I've got 'The Heart of Amun' still in rewrites. Yikes! And Maakna, version 2, is still in progress. I hit a snag trying to get everything I wanted into the first version. So I'm writing the same story two more times, two different ways. If nothing else it'll help me flush things out a bit. And I can slap the best bits together when I'm through. I've got such class, eh? ;)
"I'm not into beastiality...if I were I'd know how to do that pounding animalistic sex thing."
Don't ask. Just a glimpse into the mind of a dear friend, thought I'd share. And I wasn't even talking about sex! I swear!
Okay, onwards and upwards (out of the gutter). My schedule this month is chaotic. I've put myself on leave from the crit group because I can't get myself around to writing let alone critting. Christmas is fun, but leading up to it sucks a royal fatty. Not only will I be travelling for half the month, but I've got uber amounts of work to do here before I hit the road. I won't bore anyone with the details. You should be thanking me.
I still don't have a job. Have I applied to any? No. Why? My last job sucked so bad I'm scared to death to get back into the work force. But my mother gives me a daily ration of 'you need to get a job.' Like I don't already know. Besides, I don't have the time for a job this month. Too much to do, too much to do.
Another glimpse into the messaging madness:
" Once upon a midnight, dreary. While I pondered, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...."
"you pulled and yanked and stroked a fury, on that long and wide man, deary. 'til he 'sploded on my reary. quite a day in crystal yore."
Saved for posteriority. ;) Okay. Enough for now. I'll be back with more info later. Through my madness, I'll try to make a point of blogging routinely for all of you huddled and blind masses.
"I'm not into beastiality...if I were I'd know how to do that pounding animalistic sex thing."
Don't ask. Just a glimpse into the mind of a dear friend, thought I'd share. And I wasn't even talking about sex! I swear!
Okay, onwards and upwards (out of the gutter). My schedule this month is chaotic. I've put myself on leave from the crit group because I can't get myself around to writing let alone critting. Christmas is fun, but leading up to it sucks a royal fatty. Not only will I be travelling for half the month, but I've got uber amounts of work to do here before I hit the road. I won't bore anyone with the details. You should be thanking me.
I still don't have a job. Have I applied to any? No. Why? My last job sucked so bad I'm scared to death to get back into the work force. But my mother gives me a daily ration of 'you need to get a job.' Like I don't already know. Besides, I don't have the time for a job this month. Too much to do, too much to do.
Another glimpse into the messaging madness:
" Once upon a midnight, dreary. While I pondered, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...."
"you pulled and yanked and stroked a fury, on that long and wide man, deary. 'til he 'sploded on my reary. quite a day in crystal yore."
Saved for posteriority. ;) Okay. Enough for now. I'll be back with more info later. Through my madness, I'll try to make a point of blogging routinely for all of you huddled and blind masses.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Soul mates ~ I've always believed in the notion of soul mates. I've always believed that my soul mate is out there, somewhere. Although I haven't always believed I'd find him in this lifetime. What is a soul mate? A soul mate is the one person, cut from the same ilk as you, who could fully understand, appreciate, and cherish all aspects of you. Someone so like yourself that they have the ability to see deeper and clearer into your soul than any other being, save God. A soul mate is someone who's soul used to be joined with yours, who now carries a piece of you around with them. So that when you meet, you recognize that piece, and recognize your partner for who they are. To alleviate any doubts.
How many people find their soul mates? Not many. Consider the 60% divorce rate of today. Why would anyone marry someone they didn't believe was their soul mate? Because people have given up hope. They don't believe anymore. And they've given themselves over so completely to society and it's rules. And those rules lead them away from romantic notions like soul mates. Instead they lead them towards being practical. Rationalizing everything. Monetary values. Making lots of money, buying fancy things, and trying to find their happiness in that. Society has little patience for dreamers. Teachers, artists, writers, and musicians are marginalized. They're not recognized for their worth. People think about soul mates as a fairytale. They've lost their belief in the magic of life. And that's the biggest tragedy of all.
Eventually everyone finds their soul mate. It may take lifetimes, but it's bound to happen. The natural state of those 2 souls is to be together. What do you do when you find them? It's too easy to say you live happily ever after. We've all so thoroughly wrapped ourselves in emotional and social shit, it's bound to be a real effort to try and shovel it out of the way to finally get to one another. It's well worth the effort, the time it takes, and the patience. The fast paced, impatient persona of society today is just one more thing to put aside. You need the peace and quiet for the magic to work. Enjoy the process as much as the destination. As it is in life, it's as equally important in romance.
How many people find their soul mates? Not many. Consider the 60% divorce rate of today. Why would anyone marry someone they didn't believe was their soul mate? Because people have given up hope. They don't believe anymore. And they've given themselves over so completely to society and it's rules. And those rules lead them away from romantic notions like soul mates. Instead they lead them towards being practical. Rationalizing everything. Monetary values. Making lots of money, buying fancy things, and trying to find their happiness in that. Society has little patience for dreamers. Teachers, artists, writers, and musicians are marginalized. They're not recognized for their worth. People think about soul mates as a fairytale. They've lost their belief in the magic of life. And that's the biggest tragedy of all.
Eventually everyone finds their soul mate. It may take lifetimes, but it's bound to happen. The natural state of those 2 souls is to be together. What do you do when you find them? It's too easy to say you live happily ever after. We've all so thoroughly wrapped ourselves in emotional and social shit, it's bound to be a real effort to try and shovel it out of the way to finally get to one another. It's well worth the effort, the time it takes, and the patience. The fast paced, impatient persona of society today is just one more thing to put aside. You need the peace and quiet for the magic to work. Enjoy the process as much as the destination. As it is in life, it's as equally important in romance.
Monday, October 27, 2003
http://publishersweekly.reviewsnews.com/index.asp?layout=article&articleid=CA327660&display=FeaturesNews&industry=Features&industryid=1803&verticalid=127
This is a very nice article about Peter Straub. I've never read anything of his, but it was an interesting read nevertheless. The article sounds like a hokey fiction novel, with strange characters in a strange world. And there were points when the people seemed almost condescending when they spoke about the author and his career, but it was still insightful and worth the time.
This is a very nice article about Peter Straub. I've never read anything of his, but it was an interesting read nevertheless. The article sounds like a hokey fiction novel, with strange characters in a strange world. And there were points when the people seemed almost condescending when they spoke about the author and his career, but it was still insightful and worth the time.
http://publishersweekly.reviewsnews.com/index.asp?layout=article&articleid=CA331735
Most writers don't take the time to look at the publishing industry from the other side of the chute. This was a really interesting article from the printer's point of view, with a lot of information about the publishing industry built in. It's pretty insightful. It all boils down to the bottom line. Money. People aren't making money because of the economy, and aren't buying books. Less books being bought by consumers means less books being bought by publishers from writers, and the ones that are bought are being printed less and offered for shorter periods of time. Ladies and gentlemen, the republicans are in office. What does that mean? The rich keep getting richer, the poor get poorer, and we're all up shit creek. President Bush...sucks to your asmar!
Most writers don't take the time to look at the publishing industry from the other side of the chute. This was a really interesting article from the printer's point of view, with a lot of information about the publishing industry built in. It's pretty insightful. It all boils down to the bottom line. Money. People aren't making money because of the economy, and aren't buying books. Less books being bought by consumers means less books being bought by publishers from writers, and the ones that are bought are being printed less and offered for shorter periods of time. Ladies and gentlemen, the republicans are in office. What does that mean? The rich keep getting richer, the poor get poorer, and we're all up shit creek. President Bush...sucks to your asmar!