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It’s been a long night. I slept, ish, for about two hours. It’s 4;20 local tme, and the security gates open at five. I did some reading (finished reading ghost unit, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meallanmouse, I like it so far, and demand more! Makes me want to write more stuff for Dart. Or harass my theoretical GM to run his theoretical campaign -_-). I thought about ding some writing but I don’t think my concentration is quite up to snuff… we’ll see. I’m kid of gong free form at the moment. I could do some copying of story – I have a big chunk of my BW era Dart story in a notebook that I cold probably type up and call a chapter. Oh if only I hadn’t written myself into a bit of a corner there, I might be able to get something new for it. But it requires more thinking. This is what happens when I try to write something coherent in only 5-10 minute bursts once or twice a week. It’s rather pathetic how little writing I’ve been doing for, say, the past year (Geeksmut not withstanding). Ahh well. I don’t know if I mentioned it in here but I got a rejection from Weird Tales for Soul proprietor. I need to do better market research, I think, but I really don’t have enough time! curtana referred me to a new Lovecraftian mag that might take Cursed Wreck, but I haven’t done anything with it yet either. I should at least check their length limits :p I’ve still yet to submit Shadow of a Place anywhere. Lame!
Ahh well. That was my mini rant about not writing. I really don’t know if I am awake enough to talk about anything in depth. I’m just sort of…. Letting the brain flow. It doesn’t feel like I have a whole lot to say at the moment though, at least not that I feel like just spilling out to the internets at large. Not clever enough to talk about the thesis, not doing enough non, ahem, specialist writing to wanna chat about that anymore.
I did a little bit of Christmas decorating before I left the house today, I vacuumed the crap out of my living room – moved furniture and everything! And then I re-arranged the little table/chest thing that lives between the futon and the couch, in the corner by the lamp, to hold the presents I have, and my teeny little tree, which I decorated. I hung an angel in my window, and set up some cloth Christmas ornaments that came from my mom (two cats and a goose!). I got a bunch of tiny little wooden ornaments last year, so it works out. I considered getting a real tree, but since I was away all this week, decided against it. I have a bunch of bells and other ornaments that I set up around the presents and tree, and I think it’s pretty. Now if only I’d had a chance to clean up the rest of my house hmm? Well I vacuumed the hall at least, and tidied in my room and put a ton of crap away in the study, so it is really not so bad. Save the bathroom, where there is still an undissolved bath bead in the tub and the sink is looking kind of gross again. Stupid sink, it gets gross so fast ;_; It’s because I comb my hair there, and all the little bits of hair dust get in and around the sink. Bleh.
Oooh, security gate is open, I believe! I’m going to cross over. Mourn not for me, I shall see you o the Other Side!
meallanmouse, I like it so far, and demand more! Makes me want to write more stuff for Dart. Or harass my theoretical GM to run his theoretical campaign -_-). I thought about ding some writing but I don’t think my concentration is quite up to snuff… we’ll see. I’m kid of gong free form at the moment. I could do some copying of story – I have a big chunk of my BW era Dart story in a notebook that I cold probably type up and call a chapter. Oh if only I hadn’t written myself into a bit of a corner there, I might be able to get something new for it. But it requires more thinking. This is what happens when I try to write something coherent in only 5-10 minute bursts once or twice a week. It’s rather pathetic how little writing I’ve been doing for, say, the past year (Geeksmut not withstanding). Ahh well. I don’t know if I mentioned it in here but I got a rejection from Weird Tales for Soul proprietor. I need to do better market research, I think, but I really don’t have enough time! curtana referred me to a new Lovecraftian mag that might take Cursed Wreck, but I haven’t done anything with it yet either. I should at least check their length limits :p I’ve still yet to submit Shadow of a Place anywhere. Lame!Ahh well. That was my mini rant about not writing. I really don’t know if I am awake enough to talk about anything in depth. I’m just sort of…. Letting the brain flow. It doesn’t feel like I have a whole lot to say at the moment though, at least not that I feel like just spilling out to the internets at large. Not clever enough to talk about the thesis, not doing enough non, ahem, specialist writing to wanna chat about that anymore.
I did a little bit of Christmas decorating before I left the house today, I vacuumed the crap out of my living room – moved furniture and everything! And then I re-arranged the little table/chest thing that lives between the futon and the couch, in the corner by the lamp, to hold the presents I have, and my teeny little tree, which I decorated. I hung an angel in my window, and set up some cloth Christmas ornaments that came from my mom (two cats and a goose!). I got a bunch of tiny little wooden ornaments last year, so it works out. I considered getting a real tree, but since I was away all this week, decided against it. I have a bunch of bells and other ornaments that I set up around the presents and tree, and I think it’s pretty. Now if only I’d had a chance to clean up the rest of my house hmm? Well I vacuumed the hall at least, and tidied in my room and put a ton of crap away in the study, so it is really not so bad. Save the bathroom, where there is still an undissolved bath bead in the tub and the sink is looking kind of gross again. Stupid sink, it gets gross so fast ;_; It’s because I comb my hair there, and all the little bits of hair dust get in and around the sink. Bleh.
Oooh, security gate is open, I believe! I’m going to cross over. Mourn not for me, I shall see you o the Other Side!
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