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Monday, April 15th, 2002
| Hey, Fuschia! You're #29 on my 'matching interests' list. Geeze, I thought you would make it higher than that!
Guess who's playing with the features of LJ she has access to, now that she's a paid member? Current Mood: amused
|Brr! It's a lovely day out. So why am I freezing? I even tried crawling back under the blankets to stay warm, but that was a bad idea - the temptation to nap is strong, and I've already slept too much in the past 24 hours.
I don't get it. I've got clothes on - the usual complement, even - so why am I so flippin' cold? Current Mood: confused
|Oh dear... I think a production company in the mid-east is about to get bombed out of existence... See below.
New Bin Laden tape surfaces Current Mood: worried
|LeFou, I'm Afraid I've Been Thinking.... "...a dangerous pastime, I know...."
Returned from another lovely afternoon with Stress Kitten. Y'know, it's been a while since I've made a new friend - particularly one who isn't a gaming geek - and the challenge of articulating some long-held-but-unverbalized ideas is proving quite... challenging.
(Gosh, I'm eloquent)
Case in point: We were talking about writing and I mentioned an idea that has recently come to me, for a non-gaming writing project. It's very much in the "Hey, it would be fun if..." stage at this point, but something about it has clicked in my head, and I'm contemplating pursuing it, if I can get my confidence to lockstep with my imagination.
Anyways, so I'm talking to SK about how much I admire my friends who are serious about writing - the ones who carve out four hours a day to work on their craft, who are doggedly chasing down opportunities for publication, et cetera - and I start rambling about not feeling like I could be in that league, or ever be in that league, hence my ongoing dilettantish approach and attitude.
I wish I sounded half that coherent an hour ago. I hate floundering in a coversation. It's not something I'm used to. But, not for the first time since making SK's acquaintance, I found myself having to explain a feeling/opinion/visceral sensation verbally and coming up short. Feh. It's not a feeling I'm used to, nor one I enjoy.
There is a silver lining to this apparent vapour-lock in my skull. The fact that I'm talking to a person that dredges up these subjects, and forces me to consciously consider what I'm saying - rather than babbling in my cynical and pithy way as per usual - is a benefit unto itself. Maybe I can scrape some of the rust off my cerebellum - providing I don't run away first! Being forced to think (and, by implication, realizing one isn't quite so brilliant and insightful as one had hoped) tends to make me a tad defensive - and tongue-tied, which only aggravate matters.... ;)
(Tangent: It seems Roger Ebert is going to be giving some sort of self-promotional lecture on Thursday at the Palace of Fine Arts. If my unemployment check comes in by then, maybe I'll go... Ebert has his unpleasant aspects, but he's one of the two film critics I trust)
Anyways. I don't want to alarm my new friend - although I think it might be too late for that. I just wanted to make note of today's little moment of sartori.
No, I'm not going to tell y'all about the writing project just yet. I've learned through experience that the fastest way to kill a nascent idea is to talk about it. I only told SK as much as I did because she is owed credit for inadvertantly inspiring me... Ask me in a month and maybe I'll have news then. If the character comes together - that's my priority - and I can pull a reasonable storyline out of my ear, I will probably do something incredibly rash-but-challenging - like try to get the first draft done in 15 days or something, at which point, everyone will be hearing about it.... Current Mood: thoughtful
So, this morning I was freezing my tuchus off. Now I'm sitting at the computer in my undies - and I think it's colder now that it was at lunchtime.
I'm not known for my overwhelming good sense...