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Jan. 30th, 2003
Oookay. Having written over 2000 words of complete rubbish, I can now safely say that I am entirely incapable of writing High Fantasy. Or at least, I am incapable of writing it and then not creasing up at the terrible cliche-ridden mess I've produced.
I want to work on my NaNoNovel again, but I can't edit either. (I want to finish the Jennine thread, but I want to get it first-pass edited first, and I can't get through it.)
I guess I could try to work on The Quiet Ones, but I have a certain distaste for a world that doesn't actually work in practise. (The problem with post-apolyptic settings is *where do you go to the loo*? I find myself incapable of just ignoring the problem, like most everyone else does. Plus cities aren't known for their fresh water supply when the bottled/canned drinks run out, and it's got to be at least 20 years after because of Queen Emily being 19.)
Meh. Am being snowed on through the window that's too high up to close.
I could write Stupid HP Mary Sue Fic, or Evil Lucius/Snape/Hermione Fic, or Badly-Thought-Out Hermione/Ginny/Draco Fic, but I'd rather just mutter incoherantly at LJ. (Why do my plot bunnies come in threesomes?! Also, does anybody want a plot bunny (HP or High Fantasy flavours), because I now have several going to waste...)
Am *really* fed up of being snowed on.
Further Maths is evil. We've only just started P5 and M3, and already I dislike them. (It's not like it's anything I can't understand, I'm just incapable of actually doing the algebra and getting the right answer, plus it's all increadibly tedious.) P6 appears to be more fun, if equally impossible for Chessypigs.
This will probably be the longest post I've done in quite a while. I think I've not been too good at commenting on other people's journals, either. Am in too many games at Rondak's, also. Making up characters and their histories, and introducing them to the world, is fun, and then it all gets dull and chatty and I go and join another game...
Melody is now DMing two games, purportedly, although the second one she never asked to be co-ref of and doesn't have any players anyway.
The people of Merthyr Tydville (spelt increadibly wrongly) have been buying lots of white socks. This is so that they can tear them up, freeze them, then shower the pieces on Essex. IT is snowing quite a lot. This is somewhat distressing as I have to walk to and from the station to get home, and would prefer to be able to do so without falling over. It appears this may be a futile quest, however.
Mm. What I need now is a nice, pointless surveything.
I want to work on my NaNoNovel again, but I can't edit either. (I want to finish the Jennine thread, but I want to get it first-pass edited first, and I can't get through it.)
I guess I could try to work on The Quiet Ones, but I have a certain distaste for a world that doesn't actually work in practise. (The problem with post-apolyptic settings is *where do you go to the loo*? I find myself incapable of just ignoring the problem, like most everyone else does. Plus cities aren't known for their fresh water supply when the bottled/canned drinks run out, and it's got to be at least 20 years after because of Queen Emily being 19.)
Meh. Am being snowed on through the window that's too high up to close.
I could write Stupid HP Mary Sue Fic, or Evil Lucius/Snape/Hermione Fic, or Badly-Thought-Out Hermione/Ginny/Draco Fic, but I'd rather just mutter incoherantly at LJ. (Why do my plot bunnies come in threesomes?! Also, does anybody want a plot bunny (HP or High Fantasy flavours), because I now have several going to waste...)
Am *really* fed up of being snowed on.
Further Maths is evil. We've only just started P5 and M3, and already I dislike them. (It's not like it's anything I can't understand, I'm just incapable of actually doing the algebra and getting the right answer, plus it's all increadibly tedious.) P6 appears to be more fun, if equally impossible for Chessypigs.
This will probably be the longest post I've done in quite a while. I think I've not been too good at commenting on other people's journals, either. Am in too many games at Rondak's, also. Making up characters and their histories, and introducing them to the world, is fun, and then it all gets dull and chatty and I go and join another game...
Melody is now DMing two games, purportedly, although the second one she never asked to be co-ref of and doesn't have any players anyway.
The people of Merthyr Tydville (spelt increadibly wrongly) have been buying lots of white socks. This is so that they can tear them up, freeze them, then shower the pieces on Essex. IT is snowing quite a lot. This is somewhat distressing as I have to walk to and from the station to get home, and would prefer to be able to do so without falling over. It appears this may be a futile quest, however.
Mm. What I need now is a nice, pointless surveything.
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Jan. 30th, 2003 07:57 pmDepression:
When all the world was falling down
Around our shoulders; cold and grey
Coming up:
We laughed and wondered why
We loved the sky and found the space
Mania:
Like you're getting on a roller coaster
You can't find the breaks
Going down:
And leaves they turn to brown
And then to earth and dust
And settle in this town
I don't know what I'm babbling about.
When all the world was falling down
Around our shoulders; cold and grey
Coming up:
We laughed and wondered why
We loved the sky and found the space
Mania:
Like you're getting on a roller coaster
You can't find the breaks
Going down:
And leaves they turn to brown
And then to earth and dust
And settle in this town
I don't know what I'm babbling about.
