March 20th, 2007

writing literature vonnegut asshole

step up and shake the hand of someone you can't stand

If everybody else jumped off the bridge....

drawing personality

What does your drawing say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

    You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much.
    You have a peaceful mind, viewing the world with calm and serenity. To you, life is not about struggle and strife but about existence and co-existence.
    You are creative, mentally active and industrious.
    You have a sunny, cheerful disposition.

There was no option for "road in the foreground, traveling horizontally across the page."

Apparently, we were not expected to do depth of field....

Also, I am surprised. The shading looks better smallified than it did when I was drawing it.

(Yes, my drawing skills are stuck at a fifth grade level. Alas!) 

criminal minds boom

i should have known she would win in the end

I'm wearing my Eeyore coveralls (purchased secondhand at Le Goodwill: I did not give money to the Mouse) which for some inexplicable reason also say "1968" on them, and being bugged by the cat.

Because I changes my tag for memes to something more interesting, I went to look at the old entries so tagged, and on accident I found and on purpose have amended my birthday meme to include the fact that Criminal Minds (like The Man from U.N.C.L.E.... I sense a trend...) premiered on my birthday.

I have a really cool birthday.

And in so doing, found my UK 2006 trip posts. I've been away from England for 11 months now. You know, some of this stuff is pretty cool, and I should reread it before I revise the novels formerly known as The Stratford Man.

But right now, I should stop screwing around on the internets and revise the next hundred pages of Dust. I have an appointment with a massage therapist on Monday, and if I were done with the revision by then, it might actually do me some good.

You know, I might be smarter if I ate something....
writing dust rengeek shakespeare

nobody knows the wreck of the soul the way you do

I have freckles on my right arm because that is the side that faces the window when I sit in my big chair.

Author's tan. *g*

Cranberry juice cut with 2/3rds lime seltzer is the bomb.

Today's amusing paragraph:

Maybe we shouldn’t just waltz out into the line of fire after him, Rien started to say, but maybe there was something in the knightly code of conduct that also said you had to be fucking stupid all the time, because that was exactly what Perceval did. And then Rien wasn't going to stay skulking behind a plastic chair so somebody could scruff her like a kitten and drag her out.

Done through page 217, up to Chapter 17. Which means done for today. One more day of burning through at a high rate of speed, I think, and then it will become the slog through the last hundred pages, which is just raw Bearspeak and needs a ton of work.

Current length of the MS: 396 pages.

I have to decide if I am rearranging where some of the secondary characters are at the end of the book, for one thing. Because if I split up the cast so the non-POV characters are somewhere else, it will give me a little cliffhanger and a big fight on which to start book two, because book two will probably be from the POV of those involved in that fight.

On the other thing, if I split some people up, there's a thematic resolution that needs to be handled in a different way, which means earlier in the book when people do split up, rather than as part of the climax.

Which might be good, because there's not always a lot of time for beats in a climax.

It's always a balancing act.

Come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed
'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead
Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
Clean white sheets stained red.  
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criminal minds reid mathematics

they never seem to understand the way the hammer shapes the hand

Today's aberrations from the left side of my brain: subtracting 3 from 7 even though I wrote the addition sign down correctly, and consistently seeing (and writing down) a one instead of an eleven in the coefficient of a term, even though there is no earthly reason for there to be a one there, because the one is implied.

I suspect I am so strongly right-brained simply because the left half doesn't really work very well. Something got crosswired in there somehow. Possibly, my left parietal cortex has atrophied.

Fortunately, that does give me the ability to thing in weird intuitive leaps, even if it makes arithmetic and formal logic hard.

Also, it probably cuts down on my denial, as that appears to be a left-brain function. As does conservatism.

...I will not say that that explains some things.



Goat cheese, Greek olive, tomato, pumpkinseed and pistachio sandwich on oatmeal toast?
OMG yum.

Thank you.

Also, diet ginger ale is better if you dice up some candied ginger and squeeze a lemon into it



In other news, my manpurse finally came (2)(1), and it is awesome. I can get a moleskine and two or three trade paperbacks just into the little book pockets.

It has a phone pocket. And many interior pockets and zipperses. And little elastic seatbelts for my pens and pencils. And three inch wide soft canvas straps. And a place to tuck a couple of shopping bags.

It's black leather. With brushed silver fittings. Goff Manpurse!

I like it a lot. *accessoryloff*

Finally, an auctorial tote bag that works.

I have rigged it up with my Eye of Sauron keychain, and I am ready to roll. *g*



(2) UPS has had it since the 9th. Apparently, there was some weather or something. Silly UPS.

(1) because I am way too invested in my butch identity to carry a "purse," but I never leave home without a notebook, I have been using a black canvas ammo bag to lug stuff since 1992 or so. I killed one, and the second one was a little too small, and won't fit a notebook *and* a standard hardcover book, and so was starting to come apart under the strain. So I finally caved and bought a manpurse.