…it has been entirely eaten by Doctor Who. I don’t read or write fic, and don’t even *want* to (except those other two Methos novels I’d like to write someday), but damn, I am *totally happy* doing nothing but sitting around thinking about Doctor Who, and admiring the icons people’ve made. I would be perfectly happy sitting around making a zillion icons myself. One that somebody made has made me want to try making a *fanvid*, for God’s sake. I have neither time nor talent for it, but damned if I don’t want to. Srsly. Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
Except, of course, I’m *not* done, and I can’t spend a million happy mindless hours playing with images and text and making new icons, and I don’t have any MU*s left upon which I can RP, which sounds *exactly* like the right speed just now. Of course, it’s just as well I don’t, because I’m still working on this damned book. I got the first eleven chapters and about half of chapter 12 (where the book broke) revised yesterday. I’ve got to add a new scene still, and then fix 13-16, where a WHOLE LOT MORE stuff happens before I get to where chapter 17 currently starts. It will be better when I’m done, but at the moment, well. I’d rather watch Doctor Who.
I failed to take a picture for Project365 yesterday. I don’t know what that means. Do I quit? (I’m not having much fun with it right now, in part because I don’t have very many brain cells to dedicate to it, so I’m ending up with a lot of last-minute cat pictures. Whee.) Do I just say “oops, missed a day?” Do I add a day on to the end? I donno what to do.
This morning’s bizarre dream featured the cast of Questionable Content, who were all in Paragon City, which happened to be located in Hawaii. Faye woke up pregnant (she and, er, apparently Marten, were trying to get her that way), and in the dream the comic strip went like this: black frame, black frame, black frame, black frame with a white text box with a “!” inside it, black frame with Faye sitting up with really big eyes, black frame with her saying, “Oh my God!”. Next page: Faye, Dora and Raven were baby-shower shopping (in color). Next page: they had all become black and white and were standing in front of a mirror. They were all wearing different styles of 1920s dresses in 1960s print fabric, and all had Lulu short sharp bobbed haircuts. Next page, Hannelore is in black and white and terrified by it, and then her hair (which had gotten a lot longer) started glowing neon green, making her the sort of first in Pleasantville to become colorized, and people flocked to her. I was not part of this, you understand. I was reading it. And then I ended up having dinner with
/Tara and several others, some of whom may have been fictional and others of whom may have been, like, Ellen Kushner, and there were superheroics and disappointment that my books weren’t shelved in the restaurant’s tiny “fairyland” bookstore, and…
I think I need to start exercising and going to bed earlier. o.O Although I’ve been just sleeping for *crap* the last couple nights anyway, so I don’t think that without the exercise going to bed earlier would do any good.
Came down to Cork yesterday. Met a nice American couple on the train and chatted with them all the way, thus ensuring I wouldn’t get any work done. Current wordcount: 2000 words behind schedule.
Ted has done a massive job of packing up. There is no living room, there are only boxes. The bedroom is by and large a mass of suitcases. The kitchen is…actually, right now it looks like a disaster area, but it’s the sort of disaster area that, with about an hour’s work, will be entirely packed up. I’m going to do that today. That, and take the art down and spackle in the holes we’ve left in the walls.
I also need to upload the last two weeks’ worth of Project365 pictures. I’m torn on whether to use a photo from the Eric Clapton concert last night or the great shot I took of a redhead on the LUAS for yesterday’s photo… (eta: I’m an idiot. I only brought one camera down with me. Most of the Project365 photos are on the *other* one…)
The concert was great. It wasn’t the best I’ve been to, in part because I don’t know Clapton’s music (I knew two songs, and one of them only sort-of), but man that guy can play a guitar. He looks like he’s just somebody’s dad, but man, he can play a guitar. :) We had a very good time. :)
And now I’m either sicker than a dog or badly affected by the dust and stuff in the air here, which reminds me I should take allergy medicine in case it’s that and not illness, but I’ve also got two canker sores (side by side, the little bastards), which is often an indication of illness in me. Of course, it’s also an indication of stress. Anyway. I need to take a shower, leave the house to get something to eat, buy spackle, come back, pack the kitchen, take the art down, fill in holes in the walls, and…do laundry. I’m not getting /any/ writing done this weekend, am I? Well, that’s why I figured if I got another 10K done by Thursday next I’d be doing really well. Oh well.
Ok, I’ve set up a flickr photostream for my Project365. Doing this might even get me posting at kitsnaps (
) again, which is nice. I’ll probably only update once a week for a while (maybe for always) since I’ll be largely offline the next few weeks, but that should be okay as long as I remember to take pictures more than once a week. :)
Got most of my things to do done. I need to pack, but a reality check says I’m not going to do that until tomorrow. Which means I need to get up early, because it’s a 7 hour trip to Longford by train (which is *ridiculous*. It takes that long to *drive* from Anchorage to Fairbanks and it’s 2x as far), and if I’m not on the half ten train out of Cork I won’t get to Longford until like the middle of the NIGHT. Rilly. O.O
Ooh, Joshua Palmatier is running a really fun/good contest over here. I got about 11 of them, and when I say “I” I mean “me and three other people”, and we all recognize four or five others (not necessarily the same four or five) but can’t place them. Now I want to do the same contest just ’cause it’s a good one. :)
Arright. I’ll be online in the evenings my time, ’cause I’ll have a laptop and access to my parents’ wireless, but as of now (or possibly tomorrow morning) I’m going more or less radio silent for the next few weeks while we get moved and while I write a hundred thousand words real quick-like. Wish me luck!
miles to Minas Tirith: 493.8