writing

Journey to the Other World

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So today I went to the PA Farm Show with my 4-H club. It was a pretty good time, though I spent more than I meant and it was exhausting. It was strange being surrounded by so much farm-related stuff, and it really made me think how I am a diamond, or any jewel, with many facets. Some people are single-minded, focused on a few things, normally somewhat related. I am not one of them 🙂

Anyways, got home at 7 and was pretty tired. Checked online and then thought, “7:30, should I write or read, or waste time clicking?”

I thought I’d be too tired to write, but I did. It felt really good. I hope one day I get over this terror that everything I write is crap. Because I was thinking that yesterday and it really seized up the desire to write–since it all was crap–but last night I tried thinking further into the story and today I did more thinking about it and then some of it got written (and I love when you’re writing events that need to happen and little things happen with characters that were just kind of tucked in the corner and it’s like “oh!”). I feel a little better now about writing, though no more secure in the thought that my writing is good.

And now it’s nearly 9.

A word or two on my life

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I realize some of this may be repeated from previous posts, but I prefer this blog to be more filled than my LJ blog, so this is my most recent post there:

Since my coworkers engaged me in Twilight and the rest of the series, I’ve been downing books like cheap wine. Since the beginning of the month, I’ve read Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn (all of the Twilight series), Sunshine, and The Graveyard Book. I’ve also been finding time to write somehow in between all of this. Because working 8 hours, going to the barn (though my time is limited there since the dark and cold have set in), and reading books (often times in one day) didn’t give me enough to do.

The good thing is I haven’t wasted my brain watching television as much. I also haven’t been online, because I find I fare better if I use my laptop, in which I sit on my couch, turn on classical music and type. My laptop, which is older than is kosher these days, has been wiped of most things that would distract me. I don’t hook it up to the internet (though it’s capable), it only has the basic 4 Windows games, and it may have Gimp, but the inability to get images (randomly) to photoshop limits my abuse of that even. It’s nice, because I just sit and get absorbed in what I’m doing. Though sometimes when I wander back to my desktop and see my friends online I feel a bit sheepish.

On the other hand, writing is kind of a profession of mine, so it’s more like working a part time job, in which I’m sad that I might miss my friends a bit, but it’s for a good reason. And I enjoy it more than most part time jobs. Plus it has flexible hours. (Note, I know that part-time job is meant to be hyphenated, but I really didn’t feel like it at the moment.)

My current works are a collection of stories (not the collection of tales that are being formed on dA), the story of a girl beyond, and the story of a woman who finds love and life satisfaction but of course has to suffer first. My current book is Stiff, which is about how cadavers are used to help mankind (through science, etc). I’m not sure what drew me to it, but I saw it on GoodReads and I ordered it. When I’m finished, my review can be found there.

I think that about covers it all.

I was told you wanted an update

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After my one pair of “barn pants” exploded (they caught on a piece of wood, and instead of snagging, they ripped from my knee to my crotch in .08 seconds), I went on search for a new pair. I refuse to buy brand new jeans (especially when they will be covered in grime in short order), so I head to Goodwill. Sadly, no luck. Thankfully, there are two more Goodwills I can try.

Of course, as clothing experiences tend to do, I now feel fat and want to lose this butt jiggle that I’ve obtained from sitting at a desk all day. And regret that I didn’t work out as much over this summer as I’d hoped to.

I bought a Sudoku book, all of hard puzzles, which pleases me just fine. And I stumbled upon a G.K. Chesterton book (The Innocence of Father Brown) an author Neil Gaiman mentions often (unless I’m confusing authors, but I don’t think I am), so was worth checking out (for $.27).

Finally, I’m in charge of barn duties from Friday afternoon until Saturday afternoon, so that time of my life is gone, but I don’t mind. I’ll hopefully get to ride both times, so that soothes any annoying conflicts.

And finally, for real this time, I have been writing and making ideas and such, but I’m thinking of it being a real book, so I’m torn with sharing it online (since I don’t want to be a story tease or anything). However, if I fall through on actually finishing it, I’ll be sure to share to show that the year of 25 was not wasted.

In which I exhaled

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Today was confusing, as many days of life tend to be. Hopefully I’ll make it less confusing later. As it is, I won’t say more on the matter

When I got home (driving was nice and easy and relatively low stress, which was good because I had enough on my brain), I gobbled down chinese and played Paper Mario. I decided productivity was silly and instead would waste my life away doing meaningless things (that would be the video games, not the eating. eating is important).

So to make up for today’s unproductiveness (fun, but unproductive), tomorrow, when I get back from the barn, I’ll be writing (hopefully) and baking cookies.

The story will be about a woman who is happy, then betrayed, finds out about the betrayal, returns the world to balance (at least her part of it) and is happy, once again, for the moment.

Least that’s what I hope it’ll be about.