you live your life as if it's real

The feast on Monday was delicious. Beef stew (tasted like beer), garlic and bacon mashed potatoes, corned beef with cabbage and carrots and potatoes... mmm. And apple pie and nanaimo bars for dessert. Not so sure how those got dubbed Irish, but I ate them anyways. (It was quite the hardship...)

Went home at like 9:30 though, to watch Buffy with my roommate. And then yesterday when I woke up, I could barely talk and I couldn't breathe, so I decided going to school was not the best idea... and everyone assumed I was hungover. =/ I'd even done my Herodotus translation too...

Today, though, I'm quite a bit better. Not completely better, my head still feels about twice as big as it should be and stuffed with cottonballs, but getting better. I feel like Bilbo in the Hobbit after his barrel ride: "Thag you very buch".

I'm getting a bit antsy about "A Thing of Many Facets". Tomorrow will make it 60 days since I submitted. Duotrope says the average response time is 56 days, and the max is 176. I potentially have a long time to wait still. I'm just wondering, at what point do I query? The submissions page at Fickle Muses doesn't give a response time, so I don't have anything to go off of there.

I know that what I have to focus on is writing more, so that I submit more. But it's hard not to think about it... I did write a couple hundred more words of "Summer of Storms" yesterday though, before Iuliana ambushed me and demanded that I pay attention to her. 1,200 words worth of attention, and it was the fastest I've written anything in a long time. It was such a good feeling... to just let the words spill, and know that they weren't really that great but who cares, just get her thoughts and feelings and actions out there.

I'm going to try and get back to "Summer of Storms" later tonight. I think I've found the feeling of the story again. If I were more talented, it wouldn't be a story at all, it would be an interpretive dance. It has... movement to it. A sort of tug and pull. I want to get it finished in time to post for the Post the Most contest over at DII. Hopefully "Sparagmos" too, but that story is missing something and I don't know what.

Time to go switch my laundry. See my thrilling life...

'Cause the silliness struck. This one's for you, srness and Salem. -grin-

Look, Salem: Mirelle
Intelligent, ambitious,
and what a nice rack! 

Roleplaying meme stolen from

srness! So much fun =).

 

 Figured it was 'bout time for one of these again.

Word count: 580 on Mikko's joining post, written mostly today but some of it about a week ago; 407 on "Sparagmos" written in really tiny spurts over the past three days or so.
Total word count: 1342 words for Mikko, if you count the recycled Steve post I used for a sample; 407 for "Sparagmos"

"Sparagmos" is going so achingly slowly. But at least it's going. The last 300 words of it are shit though. At least compared to the first 100. Still. I knew it would be hard when I started. And the bloody thing wouldn't leave me alone, so.

And hurray, Mikey is joined! Soon he can meet 'vail and have all sorts of exciting and embarrassing adventures. Whee!

And my roomie is lovely and loves me and baked loaf cake and cookies tonight and gave me my birthday present. And I went out for dinner with friends, and dinner was delicious and the company was fabulous. And geoaspartamegave me my Christmas present, which was hilariously wrapped and almost impregnable, following which it was awesome and lovely. Thank you again!!

And I finished reading Tennyson for my English exam, so all I have to do tomorrow is read Malory and then review the course notes. And I have two chocolate bars, iced tea, mango juice, leftover pasta, and all the baking to get me through it.

I shan't starve. It's a comforting thought.

And Aria, Brant and Kez-baby had a really long snowball fight today, which resulted in so many moments of death by cuteness.

All in all, I'm really happy right now. It's been such a good day.

I am here, my internet is working (always takes a while), my shit is fucking everywhere cause I haven't finished putting stuff away. You know that stage of unpacking where it just looks like you took everything out of your suitcases/bags/boxes and randomly chucked it all in the air to see where it would land? Yeah. That.

Should get back to sorting out my new home... it's pretty small, but will work perfectly I think. Some frosh-type people were playing Slim Shady outside my window last night, har har.

Steph and I have a roommate now! Actually she got here before I did. Her name is Esther, and she seems really nice =). I have high, high hopes for this year. And my fortune cookie yesterday at lunch said that good things were about to happen.

I'm so contented. It's nice to be 600 kms away from all those issues between my parents.

Arr matey, more unpacking now. 

Oh, but first (why yes, procrastination IS the name of the game)! My last night in Ottawa was lovely fun. The sperm conversation especially. And stupid bubbletea place locked their door to the bathrooms on the other side of it, so I was trapped =(. And now I have me a shitty angel/demon rp to join. I needs a character. Also a link. -pointed glance in a certain direction-

Another day, another word count. =D

Word count: 819
Total word count: 3,189
3.1% done.

63% done Chapter one. I had a moment of panic before I got into today's writing that there wasn't enough stuff in chapter one to take up 5K words, but then today didn't even get me to the "only thing" I thought was left to say in the chapter. So... I think I'm okay, since that bit is going to take up a good thousand words I would say, and then there's some saying goodbye ("don't worry my dear, we'll meet again! After all, this is only the first chapter!") and then some daydreaming.

I really do have to research Regency poets, though. I know some that were popular, Walter Scott especially comes to mind, but I need to familiarize myself with at least four or five I think. After all, J loooves poetry and reads very little else. And it will be really hard to write the next bit without researching the poets, since there's no way J can be stopped from quoting her faves.

I think there was something else I meant to say, but damned if I can remember it. Ah well. That's what the edit feature is for.

Oh yeah! In rping news, Sael got the same ward as Machi♥  ^^ this makes me very happy.