June 18th, 2008

hugh house

ouch | brother | on the inside I'm a poet

This is more an "I live!" post than anything else.

Have spent last couple of days a) trying to make the_dosk (my brother, he is 21! He got three cards and two of them were from us. He is, however, much much much much better now he has the new pills. I had a hug, which was impossible before, and that might indicate how much impact the thing has. *crosses fingers*) an incredible birthday present of stitchery. I finished at 10pm last night and god, I should not be doing anything with this hand, it hurts! b) "working" writing about 50 envelopes and lugging heavy things across town (like said envelopes once filled).

Got some On the Inside done after work, am very proud of it and seem to have bridged the gap between magic-reality and whatever passes for reality in the average singer/songwriter AU*. If you thought my Turnbull characterisation was "distinct" before, you don't know what is going to hit you. *nods nods* Only this nesciates even more rewriting things I have already rewritten once to get everything lined up for a big reveal (well, two big reveals: our villian! and what makes my Turnbull distinct from any other Turnbull and how he came to be Mark's "little brother")

Muse, it seems, is conductive to writing (the music group, not the little people who talk to you, though I might have been posessed by Turnbull for at least some of it)

I could do with an "on the inside" icon, really. It would make me happy.

*It also ups the sex quotinent by one Canadian taking matters in hand.