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sorcyressSo, I'm still alive.
Life has been...tough, lately. Not having a job is sort of this low-level stress thing that makes everything else harder to deal with in comparison. I'm applying to Dunkin Donuts, and gonna start looking at other retail stuff. It's not what I want to be doing, but ohlord, I need money more than I need satisfaction at the moment.
***
NaNoWriMo is actually happening, or trying to. I've been averaging barely a thousand words a day, but today I've written 2500 words, and may very well write more. I'm feeling guilty though since I haven't gotten my room clean at all (like I wanted to), and I didn't get outside to do any hooping while it was still theoretically nice out. I feel like I should at least play some DDR or something, but I'll be biking to Squares in a couple hours, and doing that. Not that Squares is all that intense, physically, but the ride is nice.
***
I biked to Springstep for the first time last night. Turns out it's just over two miles from Dinosaur Sashay. I got lost both directions, but managed to sort myself out both times with a lot of "let's just fake it and go in the rightish direction and see what happens. Probably going to try that again, as long as the ground stays dry.
Still really need to get my brakes fixed, yes, I know I've been saying this for months. They'll be fixed before there's snow on the ground, I promise.
***
My WriMo novel is about Dante, who I mention every so often. She's existed for at least seven years now --hell, I think she's officially the oldest character I return to. In 2004, I filled more than half a composition notebook with a WriMo attempt about her. Since then, I've been writing and writing and WRITING her plotline and never getting anywhere with it.
She deserves better than that.
My plan this year didn't involve her in the slightest. But late the night before Halloween, Sparr asked me to write him something, and I spun a little vignette of Dante and Geran on their journey, something completely unrelated to the main plot.
That little vignette has over 9000 words behind it from this month, and that little plotbunny has somehow become a lot more relevant. I haven't quite figured out how to fit the new in with the old, but it's getting there. So maybe I'll get a goodly number of words done, and when I put Dante away again, I'll have an even better foundation for the next time I write her.
I just desperately wish I could get my hands on that original notebook. All I could tell you is that it's in one of the boxes of notebooks in the closet of the guest room in The Empty City. In Chicago. There's the slimmest edge of a chance that I could wind up with it in my hands after Thanksgiving. Until then though? I'm flying completely blind. And that's honestly okay --I've always been better at writing than rewriting.
***
I've got a couple more ideas in mind for Cooking with Cat-Ears, which yes, is a thing in my world right now. I also think I need to explain the impetus behind it, since I've had this conversation a couple times now with various people.
I do not like cooking alone. In fact, I actively dislike it. I find it stressful and unenjoyable, and I find myself to be too much of a perfectionist to accept failure, which is inevitable if you don't know what you're doing. Cooking by myself, or worse cooking for people1, is a little bit mentally unhealthy for me.
I know that cooking is a wonderful amazing thing, and sometimes I even get that myself, that rush of "well holy shit, I made that." But it's not my hobby, it's not my passion, it's not anything more than a utilitarian exercise for me --sometimes a very complicated utility, but cooking for me is always about the end result. The act itself is incidental.
Writing is sanity.
Writing is joy, and contentment, and passion, and fire. The label of "writer" is the first thought to define myself, because there is nothing more important in my world than my ability to craft words. I'd give up dancing if it was the only way I could keep writing. I'm that serious about it.
Writing while in the kitchen?
Fixes.
Everything.
It gives me something to do, something to focus on, something to keep myself passionate and entertained. (The pictures are just another way of writing for me --I would write comics if I could make them happen). Having the computer on in the corner of the kitchen, and returning to the text file, spiraling out my adventure as I have it...that's wonderful in a way I never thought the kitchen could be.
I need to cook things. To eat, to feed my roommates, to feed other people I love. I need to cook because I need food, and I like food, a lot. And because cooking makes me insane, I need to cook while doing something to keep me sane. For balance.
So I'm going to keep writing those for a while, as I make more things. They probably won't all be desserts --that just happens to be what I enjoy eating the most. Among other things, I'm sure as hell making 2 AM Chili sometime, (and you're all invited to help me eat it). Other projects in the pipeline are crepes (for the roommates and the lemon syrup, and this might be the most complicated CwCE ever), and possibly these, although I might just go traditional and use the pumpkin pie recipe Brenton uses, which makes the most goddamn delicious filling known to mankind.2
Oh, and the reason for the cat ears? Simple. I have a pair, and I like tradition. Plus, it makes for cute entries. If they keep being fun for me to write, I might turn them into a blog, to languish with my other ill-fated blog attempt (le sigh!)
***
That might be everything I have to talk about right now. My world is pathetically uninteresting, and yet I find myself still too busy to come make proper posts in here very often. Tis the life I lead, alas.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Cooking with people is a good and enjoyable thing though. Being in the kitchen while other people cook for me is lovely and I adore it. I am just not meant to be in charge in the kitchen.
2: Part of the necessity of this one is that I really like pumpkin, but most of it is that we bought a sugar pumpkin while out the other day, and it has to get used eventually. Yeah. There's gonna be a CwCE that involves me turning a pumpkin usable. It's going to be hilarious. I may drink heavily.
Life has been...tough, lately. Not having a job is sort of this low-level stress thing that makes everything else harder to deal with in comparison. I'm applying to Dunkin Donuts, and gonna start looking at other retail stuff. It's not what I want to be doing, but ohlord, I need money more than I need satisfaction at the moment.
***
NaNoWriMo is actually happening, or trying to. I've been averaging barely a thousand words a day, but today I've written 2500 words, and may very well write more. I'm feeling guilty though since I haven't gotten my room clean at all (like I wanted to), and I didn't get outside to do any hooping while it was still theoretically nice out. I feel like I should at least play some DDR or something, but I'll be biking to Squares in a couple hours, and doing that. Not that Squares is all that intense, physically, but the ride is nice.
***
I biked to Springstep for the first time last night. Turns out it's just over two miles from Dinosaur Sashay. I got lost both directions, but managed to sort myself out both times with a lot of "let's just fake it and go in the rightish direction and see what happens. Probably going to try that again, as long as the ground stays dry.
Still really need to get my brakes fixed, yes, I know I've been saying this for months. They'll be fixed before there's snow on the ground, I promise.
***
My WriMo novel is about Dante, who I mention every so often. She's existed for at least seven years now --hell, I think she's officially the oldest character I return to. In 2004, I filled more than half a composition notebook with a WriMo attempt about her. Since then, I've been writing and writing and WRITING her plotline and never getting anywhere with it.
She deserves better than that.
My plan this year didn't involve her in the slightest. But late the night before Halloween, Sparr asked me to write him something, and I spun a little vignette of Dante and Geran on their journey, something completely unrelated to the main plot.
That little vignette has over 9000 words behind it from this month, and that little plotbunny has somehow become a lot more relevant. I haven't quite figured out how to fit the new in with the old, but it's getting there. So maybe I'll get a goodly number of words done, and when I put Dante away again, I'll have an even better foundation for the next time I write her.
I just desperately wish I could get my hands on that original notebook. All I could tell you is that it's in one of the boxes of notebooks in the closet of the guest room in The Empty City. In Chicago. There's the slimmest edge of a chance that I could wind up with it in my hands after Thanksgiving. Until then though? I'm flying completely blind. And that's honestly okay --I've always been better at writing than rewriting.
***
I've got a couple more ideas in mind for Cooking with Cat-Ears, which yes, is a thing in my world right now. I also think I need to explain the impetus behind it, since I've had this conversation a couple times now with various people.
I do not like cooking alone. In fact, I actively dislike it. I find it stressful and unenjoyable, and I find myself to be too much of a perfectionist to accept failure, which is inevitable if you don't know what you're doing. Cooking by myself, or worse cooking for people1, is a little bit mentally unhealthy for me.
I know that cooking is a wonderful amazing thing, and sometimes I even get that myself, that rush of "well holy shit, I made that." But it's not my hobby, it's not my passion, it's not anything more than a utilitarian exercise for me --sometimes a very complicated utility, but cooking for me is always about the end result. The act itself is incidental.
Writing is sanity.
Writing is joy, and contentment, and passion, and fire. The label of "writer" is the first thought to define myself, because there is nothing more important in my world than my ability to craft words. I'd give up dancing if it was the only way I could keep writing. I'm that serious about it.
Writing while in the kitchen?
Fixes.
Everything.
It gives me something to do, something to focus on, something to keep myself passionate and entertained. (The pictures are just another way of writing for me --I would write comics if I could make them happen). Having the computer on in the corner of the kitchen, and returning to the text file, spiraling out my adventure as I have it...that's wonderful in a way I never thought the kitchen could be.
I need to cook things. To eat, to feed my roommates, to feed other people I love. I need to cook because I need food, and I like food, a lot. And because cooking makes me insane, I need to cook while doing something to keep me sane. For balance.
So I'm going to keep writing those for a while, as I make more things. They probably won't all be desserts --that just happens to be what I enjoy eating the most. Among other things, I'm sure as hell making 2 AM Chili sometime, (and you're all invited to help me eat it). Other projects in the pipeline are crepes (for the roommates and the lemon syrup, and this might be the most complicated CwCE ever), and possibly these, although I might just go traditional and use the pumpkin pie recipe Brenton uses, which makes the most goddamn delicious filling known to mankind.2
Oh, and the reason for the cat ears? Simple. I have a pair, and I like tradition. Plus, it makes for cute entries. If they keep being fun for me to write, I might turn them into a blog, to languish with my other ill-fated blog attempt (le sigh!)
***
That might be everything I have to talk about right now. My world is pathetically uninteresting, and yet I find myself still too busy to come make proper posts in here very often. Tis the life I lead, alas.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Cooking with people is a good and enjoyable thing though. Being in the kitchen while other people cook for me is lovely and I adore it. I am just not meant to be in charge in the kitchen.
2: Part of the necessity of this one is that I really like pumpkin, but most of it is that we bought a sugar pumpkin while out the other day, and it has to get used eventually. Yeah. There's gonna be a CwCE that involves me turning a pumpkin usable. It's going to be hilarious. I may drink heavily.
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on 2011-11-21 02:35 am (UTC)talk to me about the transcription thing. They sent an email out recently saying they have lots of hours available.