Crescent kicks and original fiction

I'm totally tired and wacked right now, so don't listen to me.


Kung Fu tonight was really superfun. Usually I complain about "bags and fitness" week, bu tI actually quite like it, most of the time, anyway. I guess I don't like it on Wednesdays when we do stuff that is hard and boring (plain old exercizes like leg lifts and pushups and other stuff that I hate but should be doing at home anyway.) But tonight we did loads and loads of kicks, ending up finally with a steel step to crescent kick. This was my first time doing crescent kicks and it was a blast. After class, Lao Shir told me I had done really well. I walked out feeling like I wanted to squeal like a happy pig, and I giggled like a ten year old all the way home. I don't know why, but I enjoy the kicks more than punches and other stuff. I really like doing combinations moves, too. Sometimes they challenge me and I feel like my brain just fell on the floor, but if I get the hang of it, it's just too fun.

I wonder if part of why I feel so bass ackwards and moronic with Kung Fu sometimes is because of Hula. In Hula, motion is often same-sided: if your right leg is doing, much of the time your right arm is doing, and vise versa. In my experience, there's not a great deal of opposition. When I started Hula, I had to break myself of old dancing habits of opposition, and I just got used to the symmetry of it. In Kung Fu, there's a lot of opposition and weight being balanced differently on each side.

Or, more likely, I'm just clumsy.

I really do look so awkward doing kicks and leaps and stuff. All gangly limbs flying this way and that. And yet that one kid I mentioned a few months ago, Chris, he just looks so right doing this, and he's about 6'1". This kid is amazing, started Kung Fu only about ten months ago and is already up to greenbelt. He flew past kids who have been there for two years and have only just made greenbelt recently. He's just got a gift, and everyone knows it.

Huh, what else did I do today? Went to the chiropractor, watered and fed the plants, fed the birds, re-filled the pond, put up the new birdfeeder hook, did laundry, and wrote about a chapter and a half of the beginning of the second part of my story. I might have said, I don't quite know how to finish the first one, so I just went ahead and started the second.

Incidentally, around January or so I began to scrap the idea of re-doing my fanfictions into something original. I thought I'd be able to, but by and by I realized I just couldn't, as there was too much to change. So basically I started from scratch. Sheesh, I even got rid of the characters I was using. There's still a Seer and there's still a queen. That's about it. They aren't who they were in the fanfictions though. I thought, when I began thinking about this last year, that they could remain who they were, but that was not to be. Huh. In the fanfictions, the second book started with the hero riding up to the horsebreeder's farm, asleep on his horse, and then later telling her where he had gone. This new book begins with a dreadlocked madman raving at the doctor's front porch, and the "hero" tending plants in a glass room. It's so odd, and completely not anything that I expected to be writing. It feels a little alien to me. I'm not exactly comfortable in it yet. Disconcerting, considering I'm already up to the second book. When the hell am I going to hit my stride with this thing? Jaysus.

Well, shoots, I have work tomorrow, so it's time for me to be going off to bed. Blah.

Crescent kicks and original fiction

I'm totally tired and wacked right now, so don't listen to me.


Kung Fu tonight was really superfun. Usually I complain about "bags and fitness" week, bu tI actually quite like it, most of the time, anyway. I guess I don't like it on Wednesdays when we do stuff that is hard and boring (plain old exercizes like leg lifts and pushups and other stuff that I hate but should be doing at home anyway.) But tonight we did loads and loads of kicks, ending up finally with a steel step to crescent kick. This was my first time doing crescent kicks and it was a blast. After class, Lao Shir told me I had done really well. I walked out feeling like I wanted to squeal like a happy pig, and I giggled like a ten year old all the way home. I don't know why, but I enjoy the kicks more than punches and other stuff. I really like doing combinations moves, too. Sometimes they challenge me and I feel like my brain just fell on the floor, but if I get the hang of it, it's just too fun.

I wonder if part of why I feel so bass ackwards and moronic with Kung Fu sometimes is because of Hula. In Hula, motion is often same-sided: if your right leg is doing, much of the time your right arm is doing, and vise versa. In my experience, there's not a great deal of opposition. When I started Hula, I had to break myself of old dancing habits of opposition, and I just got used to the symmetry of it. In Kung Fu, there's a lot of opposition and weight being balanced differently on each side.

Or, more likely, I'm just clumsy.

I really do look so awkward doing kicks and leaps and stuff. All gangly limbs flying this way and that. And yet that one kid I mentioned a few months ago, Chris, he just looks so right doing this, and he's about 6'1". This kid is amazing, started Kung Fu only about ten months ago and is already up to greenbelt. He flew past kids who have been there for two years and have only just made greenbelt recently. He's just got a gift, and everyone knows it.

Huh, what else did I do today? Went to the chiropractor, watered and fed the plants, fed the birds, re-filled the pond, put up the new birdfeeder hook, did laundry, and wrote about a chapter and a half of the beginning of the second part of my story. I might have said, I don't quite know how to finish the first one, so I just went ahead and started the second.

Incidentally, around January or so I began to scrap the idea of re-doing my fanfictions into something original. I thought I'd be able to, but by and by I realized I just couldn't, as there was too much to change. So basically I started from scratch. Sheesh, I even got rid of the characters I was using. There's still a Seer and there's still a queen. That's about it. They aren't who they were in the fanfictions though. I thought, when I began thinking about this last year, that they could remain who they were, but that was not to be. Huh. In the fanfictions, the second book started with the hero riding up to the horsebreeder's farm, asleep on his horse, and then later telling her where he had gone. This new book begins with a dreadlocked madman raving at the doctor's front porch, and the "hero" tending plants in a glass room. It's so odd, and completely not anything that I expected to be writing. It feels a little alien to me. I'm not exactly comfortable in it yet. Disconcerting, considering I'm already up to the second book. When the hell am I going to hit my stride with this thing? Jaysus.

Well, shoots, I have work tomorrow, so it's time for me to be going off to bed. Blah.