And then you'll wish you were back at university, with all that free time, and being able to live life a little. Full time work isn't always so great, you get money, but do you have the time to enjoy it? Some jobs yes, my job I get a decent enough wage and not much work. My boss wanted a meeting after I finished work, I said no, I'll do it when I'm at work thank you very much.
Woo! Just found out why I couldn't stand my fantasy: My protagonist's personality clashed with the tone with which I wanted to write, and she was a very depressing character to write about all around. In short, she likes to feel sorry for herself and thinks everyone's out to get her. If her beliefs could be summed up in a song, it'd be Vic Chestnutt's Flirted With You All My Life. Depressing as hell. So I switched her and picked another character in the story to be the protagonist. Her personality? Let's just say that this would be her theme song:
I finished NaNoWriMo yesterday! :^D First time for me, too! Thanks to that, I now know exactly where I want my current story to go!
God damn, it is good to be home in my secret lair. No smelly dogs, no stupid annoying sister-in-law, no social tension... Just me, my PC, my cat, good fuckin' music, and incense, baby.
Triple happy! 1) Had an awesome, week-long trip to the Netherlands and met a bunch of really nice people from all over Europe. Yay for adventure! 2) I'm also happy about the new, urban fantasy manuscript @T.Trian and I've been working on for the past couple of months. Can't remember the work count, but with Times New Roman 12 with 1,5 spacing we're now almost 200 pages in, so I'm really happy about the progress we've made. 3) My riding classes are also going quite well, and I've had a couple of really good moments where the horse has worked nicely and softly with me. Looking forward to learning even more! Happiness galore.
Battled four days with my cable/internet provider to reverse a price hike. Was given wrong numbers to call, was told someone would get back to me and never did, was stonewalled by two different agents on the general phone number and got so frustrated I cried. Today, I called one last time thinking I'd cut services and leave enough as a gap to switch to someone else...and they caved. *whew*
You are far more patient than I. When my internet provider raised prices, I immediately chewed them out and switched to Verizon.
I actually checked out Verizon as a competitor, but their prices would have amounted to about the same pre-hike with less service. So, I thought I'd give it a good go especially since I've been with my current provider for a long time. I was going to throw in the towel though and probably go with Verizon.
Starving Artist Theorem Proof Work+Alcohol = No Wordcount Unemployment + Carbonated Glucose-Fructose Substitute = Countable Words QED
I've had somewhat of a revelation on fiction writing. I'm not sure whether it's going to improve my writing or my motivation to write, but at a minimum I have a newfound appreciation for the storytelling capability of internal dialogue that is unique to the medium.
Last night I stayed over at my aunt's house because I have a doctor's appointment today. She has a dog, a King Charles Cavalier. I last saw him in July when he was like six weeks old. Now he's almost twice as big as he was then. He really likes me; when I walked in the door he kept jumping up at my waist. I find that I like dogs more than humans these days; if a dog is angry at a human I'm more likely to believe them but if a human hates a dog I'll be even less trustful of them.
I was asked to design Christmas ornaments for a school charity fundraiser and we sold out today! Pretty exciting.
The best news since this saga of my husband Jack's mouth cancer began, back in July. Today we were informed that all of the post-surgery pathology tests have come back clear, and that while the tumour was large, it is the 'lowest grade' in terms of aggressiveness. Although we won't know for sure for another week and a half, it looks as if the 'team' that meets to discuss his case a week Monday will probably recommend no further treatment for him. So the worst is over. And he didn't go through all this horror for nothing. The cancer is, apparently, gone. Now it's just rehabilitation, which is just beginning, and will be extensive. But at least we're working on it, knowing it's not for nothing. I'm in a pretty good mood at the moment.
Some dogs can be wonky in the head, though. And some can have huge prejudices. I don't necessarily trust them either. I've known dogs who hate all women, dogs who hate all men, dogs who hate all children, dogs who hate all other dogs, etc etc. And many a dog hates the postman. The one thing you can say for sure about them, though, is they're honest! What they believe, they really believe. It's never for an ulterior motive ...unless we just don't pick up on it!
I'm amazed I managed to power through the last few weeks of the semester - in terms of motivation, it's felt like dragging my corpse-like body around. But 2 weeks ago I felt like I was never gonna make it and by now I feel like I can pass my classes. I chewed through SO MUCH online math, a math group project, two sports classes, and an entire editing project (on 16mm film stock, no less, from filming to editing, which means splicing, no digitizing). Now all that's left is to write script pages and take one last test and I'm in the clear and just waiting for grades to get back, which I'm nervous about, but at least it will all be over then. And I'm trying to preemptively calm the part of my brain that associates self worth with grades by telling myself that if I at least passed everything this semester, that's literally all I could ask for, and that next semester I'll be in a better position to succeed than I was this entire past semester until fairly recently. And my financial situation is looking up, too. TL;DR I swept through what I thought was a mountain of homework and feel better about my efforts than I have in a while.
Little things make me happy. Mir, my ferret alarm clock, waking me with persistent paws, licks and dooks. I know it's not love, she's patently after her breakfast, but I don't care.