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May. 15th, 2008 01:49 pmGod, I'm having a spammy week and no mistake. Lessons for the wise:
1. Salad is not a food
My brand-new healthy eating plan (which is best described as Not Invading Russia) began well with a light and delicious Caesar salad at lunchtime. Dinner was less successful.
Note to f-list: DO NOT drink a nice big icy G&T made by a stranger at 9 pm, approximately 8 hours after your last lite'n'lovely meal. For you too may then eat everything you see, drink around nineteen pints of fine wine and then have to lie down on your host's sofa with your eyes shut waiting for the room to stop spinning.
2. Sometimes, vice is its own reward
Mysteriously, my appalling hangover fits rather well with the brain-numbing piecework I am meant to be doing today.
3. It's good to keep Amazon on its toes
I've just ordered New Moon by Stephenie Meyer (mwahahaha) and Chansons d'Amour, and then I may need to go and order more books'n'stuff to tide me over the next 14 days of husband-absence. Any recs, oh wise f-list?
4. Mumbling now
The trip to Glasgow and the various bits of reading/viewing that I've done lately have made me think about sortofkindof writing again. I have some ideas bubbling around. Actually, for some reason, the poetry in the Chansons d'Amour lyrics (not to mention some of the plot) has nudged me into thinking about it. Or at least, dusting off last year's Nanowrimo-fic, and seeing what it looks like and where I could take it.
I'm even tempted to see whether I could file the serial numbers off completely, but don't think that would work. Well. Anyway. I'd like to finish it, even if no one ever reads it. Is that mad?
I suppose a related question is whether you can go back to something that you stopped writing; or does the story just continue to change and twist just out of your reach? And if you have done it successfully...any tips?
1. Salad is not a food
My brand-new healthy eating plan (which is best described as Not Invading Russia) began well with a light and delicious Caesar salad at lunchtime. Dinner was less successful.
Note to f-list: DO NOT drink a nice big icy G&T made by a stranger at 9 pm, approximately 8 hours after your last lite'n'lovely meal. For you too may then eat everything you see, drink around nineteen pints of fine wine and then have to lie down on your host's sofa with your eyes shut waiting for the room to stop spinning.
2. Sometimes, vice is its own reward
Mysteriously, my appalling hangover fits rather well with the brain-numbing piecework I am meant to be doing today.
3. It's good to keep Amazon on its toes
I've just ordered New Moon by Stephenie Meyer (mwahahaha) and Chansons d'Amour, and then I may need to go and order more books'n'stuff to tide me over the next 14 days of husband-absence. Any recs, oh wise f-list?
4. Mumbling now
The trip to Glasgow and the various bits of reading/viewing that I've done lately have made me think about sortofkindof writing again. I have some ideas bubbling around. Actually, for some reason, the poetry in the Chansons d'Amour lyrics (not to mention some of the plot) has nudged me into thinking about it. Or at least, dusting off last year's Nanowrimo-fic, and seeing what it looks like and where I could take it.
I'm even tempted to see whether I could file the serial numbers off completely, but don't think that would work. Well. Anyway. I'd like to finish it, even if no one ever reads it. Is that mad?
I suppose a related question is whether you can go back to something that you stopped writing; or does the story just continue to change and twist just out of your reach? And if you have done it successfully...any tips?