She likes the taste of despair.

Oh, look, I have a journal!

Wow, I don't even know where this week went. Well actually, yes I do. School, work, family. Actually, I had a fantastic week. Jo-chan and SB spent quite a lot of time here this past week, since they were off from school. Jo-chan was here on Tuesday, and then I picked her up again Wednesday from her university, on my way home from my school. SB came by to hang out and drive her home. Then the next day, they both came back, and my uncle came over, too. We hung out at my Mom's house while she was at work.

SB, Jo-chan and I played video games all damn day, looked at random stuff on the internet, sang Cee Lo Green in the kitchen. My Mom came home with ice cream. And we played more video games, played songs on various iPods, ate dinner, told jokes and stupid stories and laughed a lot.

Later that night my uncle came over and we watched Brick and ate Cherry Garcia.

Yesterday I had ClinicII again, and it went pretty smoothly, uhh, for the most part. I did have one patient who was all like "WAAARRRGGHGHGLGLGLG" just in general. Fidgeting on the table, turning this way and that, talking incessantly, arguing with me when I agreed with her, and at one point she pulled her draping all the effing way up to show me her ribs – which is actually quite illegal for her to have done. She did it again when the supervisor was in the room and he told her to please be still and stop doing things like that. She didn't mean anything by it, she was just all worked up and probably in some pain. But after the treatment my supervisor came by and said, "WOW. Are you okay?" Yeah, she was a tough one. But it only gets harder outside of the clinic, where I suspect real freaks lie in wait.

Last night I watched The Departed (I had forgotten a lot about that movie,) and stayed up till 2 AM sneezing. Which I am doing now because MY FACE ASPLODE.

Work today was very slow, though I did make a handful of good sales.

I'd love to tell you that I spent a lot of time editing the final chapter of Qualia, returning crits, and refining my query letter, but ALAS I DID NOT.

I have been writing though.

It's been a long time since I've written a great deal outside of Qualia. A few uber-short stories, some outlines, a lot of school work here and there, tons of poetry and stuff like that, yeah. But then recently I got onto this fandom journal with fic prompts, some of which I could not resist. No, I'm not even going to tell you what / where or what I wrote in return. Suffice it to say that I've been having myself a grand old fictional time. And it's been a long time since I've written so much so quickly, and loved every second. This sort of writing is not a struggle. I'm allowed to make a huge mess and then roll in it. Break all the damn rules, be as effusive as I want, spend a whole page writing snarky dialogue, have the plot go absolutely nowhere, and use adverbs.

I don't even think that writing like this counts as practice. I think that's like saying, if you were a dancer, that you were practicing by having a seizure. Or if you were a chef, and you rolled around in chocolate icing and called it "practice." Or if you were a painter and you covered yourself in oil paint and danced naked through the streets in the name of "practice."

So what you should be getting from this is that I've been having a great deal of messy, pressure-free writing about sexy characters, on the subject of fun, and that the writing isn't what you'd call "tops" by any standard and I DON'T CARE.

I'll care again in a few days, when I go back to Qualia, which, hey, if anyone here has not guessed the fact that this other "writing" is all a diversionary tactic so that I never really have to be finished, and have this perfectly polished manuscript still get rejected, then you're more obtuse than I am, probably.



I do owe tons of critiques. But those are haaard and stuff.

Oh, I remember the other thing. Last weekend Wonderful Glassworker Friend came over and we watched Dark City. WOW, I really enjoyed it. Rufus Sewell has some, I don't know, thing about him that I liked. He looked enough like Joaquin Phoenix actually, except without the recent Bughouse Bat Cray-cray, that I thought briefly perhaps he'd be my new Joaquin. Anyway, I gotta recommend Dark City; it was pretty fly and had Riff Raff from Rocky Horror in it. And Jennifer Connelly who I'd trade bodies with in a second.

So that was this week, in summary. More of the same next week and I wouldn't complain. Naww but really, I have to get cracking on Qualia. Finish it up. Seriously, just edit that last chapter, make some changes. Get that query letter out there in the ethers of the publishing world again. And wait.

Yeah, but after I do this, this other thing here.


P.S. Oh snap, I totally almost forgot to say why I even used such a random title for this entry. Well as I said, we all watched Brick and there's this awfully sad part where the character breaks down crying over his dead girlfriend and another gal starts macking on him. I might have mentioned that since seeing this emotionally gutting film "Mysterious Skin" I have a bit of a hard time with Joseph Gordon Levitt in sad or upsetting scenes, and even Jo-chan got a little, "Oh, wahh, this is too sad!" So to lighten the mood I commented, "She likes the taste of despair," to which SB replied "And coughed up blood," and Jo-chan added, "She's a dementor."

And then I thought "She likes the taste of despair" sounded funny, like the title of a goth poem you'd write in your bedroom when you were fifteen, under blacklights while wearing flat black nail-polish and lots of safety pins.

P.P.S. My computer is running MAD SLOW. WTMFF?! It's really P'ing me O.





ETA: It's actually necessary for me to edit this post because, wow, I totally forgot that I began this one thought about writing/practicing in reference my myself. I in no way think I'm some sort of master at writing or anything. Boy, did that come out wrong.

She likes the taste of despair.

Oh, look, I have a journal!

Wow, I don't even know where this week went. Well actually, yes I do. School, work, family. Actually, I had a fantastic week. Jo-chan and SB spent quite a lot of time here this past week, since they were off from school. Jo-chan was here on Tuesday, and then I picked her up again Wednesday from her university, on my way home from my school. SB came by to hang out and drive her home. Then the next day, they both came back, and my uncle came over, too. We hung out at my Mom's house while she was at work.

SB, Jo-chan and I played video games all damn day, looked at random stuff on the internet, sang Cee Lo Green in the kitchen. My Mom came home with ice cream. And we played more video games, played songs on various iPods, ate dinner, told jokes and stupid stories and laughed a lot.

Later that night my uncle came over and we watched Brick and ate Cherry Garcia.

Yesterday I had ClinicII again, and it went pretty smoothly, uhh, for the most part. I did have one patient who was all like "WAAARRRGGHGHGLGLGLG" just in general. Fidgeting on the table, turning this way and that, talking incessantly, arguing with me when I agreed with her, and at one point she pulled her draping all the effing way up to show me her ribs – which is actually quite illegal for her to have done. She did it again when the supervisor was in the room and he told her to please be still and stop doing things like that. She didn't mean anything by it, she was just all worked up and probably in some pain. But after the treatment my supervisor came by and said, "WOW. Are you okay?" Yeah, she was a tough one. But it only gets harder outside of the clinic, where I suspect real freaks lie in wait.

Last night I watched The Departed (I had forgotten a lot about that movie,) and stayed up till 2 AM sneezing. Which I am doing now because MY FACE ASPLODE.

Work today was very slow, though I did make a handful of good sales.

I'd love to tell you that I spent a lot of time editing the final chapter of Qualia, returning crits, and refining my query letter, but ALAS I DID NOT.

I have been writing though.

It's been a long time since I've written a great deal outside of Qualia. A few uber-short stories, some outlines, a lot of school work here and there, tons of poetry and stuff like that, yeah. But then recently I got onto this fandom journal with fic prompts, some of which I could not resist. No, I'm not even going to tell you what / where or what I wrote in return. Suffice it to say that I've been having myself a grand old fictional time. And it's been a long time since I've written so much so quickly, and loved every second. This sort of writing is not a struggle. I'm allowed to make a huge mess and then roll in it. Break all the damn rules, be as effusive as I want, spend a whole page writing snarky dialogue, have the plot go absolutely nowhere, and use adverbs.

I don't even think that writing like this counts as practice. I think that's like saying, if you were a dancer, that you were practicing by having a seizure. Or if you were a chef, and you rolled around in chocolate icing and called it "practice." Or if you were a painter and you covered yourself in oil paint and danced naked through the streets in the name of "practice."

So what you should be getting from this is that I've been having a great deal of messy, pressure-free writing about sexy characters, on the subject of fun, and that the writing isn't what you'd call "tops" by any standard and I DON'T CARE.

I'll care again in a few days, when I go back to Qualia, which, hey, if anyone here has not guessed the fact that this other "writing" is all a diversionary tactic so that I never really have to be finished, and have this perfectly polished manuscript still get rejected, then you're more obtuse than I am, probably.



I do owe tons of critiques. But those are haaard and stuff.

Oh, I remember the other thing. Last weekend Wonderful Glassworker Friend came over and we watched Dark City. WOW, I really enjoyed it. Rufus Sewell has some, I don't know, thing about him that I liked. He looked enough like Joaquin Phoenix actually, except without the recent Bughouse Bat Cray-cray, that I thought briefly perhaps he'd be my new Joaquin. Anyway, I gotta recommend Dark City; it was pretty fly and had Riff Raff from Rocky Horror in it. And Jennifer Connelly who I'd trade bodies with in a second.

So that was this week, in summary. More of the same next week and I wouldn't complain. Naww but really, I have to get cracking on Qualia. Finish it up. Seriously, just edit that last chapter, make some changes. Get that query letter out there in the ethers of the publishing world again. And wait.

Yeah, but after I do this, this other thing here.


P.S. Oh snap, I totally almost forgot to say why I even used such a random title for this entry. Well as I said, we all watched Brick and there's this awfully sad part where the character breaks down crying over his dead girlfriend and another gal starts macking on him. I might have mentioned that since seeing this emotionally gutting film "Mysterious Skin" I have a bit of a hard time with Joseph Gordon Levitt in sad or upsetting scenes, and even Jo-chan got a little, "Oh, wahh, this is too sad!" So to lighten the mood I commented, "She likes the taste of despair," to which SB replied "And coughed up blood," and Jo-chan added, "She's a dementor."

And then I thought "She likes the taste of despair" sounded funny, like the title of a goth poem you'd write in your bedroom when you were fifteen, under blacklights while wearing flat black nail-polish and lots of safety pins.

P.P.S. My computer is running MAD SLOW. WTMFF?! It's really P'ing me O.





ETA: It's actually necessary for me to edit this post because, wow, I totally forgot that I began this one thought about writing/practicing in reference my myself. I in no way think I'm some sort of master at writing or anything. Boy, did that come out wrong.

IN OTHER NEWS

I love fandom.

IN OTHER NEWS

I love fandom.