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The plan was stitching (I'm "re-imagining" the chart I'm working on,…

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The plan was stitching (I'm "re-imagining" the chart I'm working on, knocking out the fully-stitched backround and altering some other bits so that it actually works as a picture and doesn't descend into green blobbiness -- I feel rather guilty suspecting that the designer didn't make/ have made a physical model; it's uncharitable to say the least and I'm in the "be nice, it surprises people!" school of human interaction).

Part of me feels like I should write. I have some fab rewrite material and I think I am connecting with Renfield much better. I'm feeling Renfield, I can feel the wind beneath his wings as he stands on the rooftop of Mark's apartment block and leans into the darkness. Also, I'm reconnecting emotionally with the whole story.

Also, the Bucky Haight (hard core logo) glam rock plot bunny is making a little more sense after some (mediteranean) blue sky thinking. Rampant and horrible political cliche aside, how else does Bucky get cursed in 1970s England if it doesn't involve Rupert "Ripper" Giles and a bad case of sequins?

I just feel shockingly inarticulate today, I even fluffed the toga demonstration at work and raw feeling is only good when you can tap it. Maybe I'll have a quick reread, but I seem to be suffering from chronic rewrite syndrome and every little change and vocabulary shift starts the slippery slope away from what the story actually needs... the spontaneous writing thing is as much a curse as a blessing, when it comes down to it. And my fingers don't always do what I want, says touch-typing girl (okay, four finger touch typing, but let's not get personal, I'm just agreeably fast).

Part of me wants to write and part of me suggests that "work" tomorrow will be a great loss of writing time. Ha! The last six months have been a great loss of writing time, so get over it!

Since I have now gone blank again (about everything - like roman clothing), I'm going to see how I can alter the stitching into something I like. Experimenting seems to have worked, now I just need to unpick and impliment my shocking changes. /hilarious overstatement
  • Bucky Haight and Ripper. have I told you lately that I adore you? See, no one else on my flist would ever think of that. At least not before half a dozen margaritas. *TACKLEGLOMP*
    • *glomping wildly*
      Hee! Appropriate icon! It just came to me. How else would Bucky have a cursed glittery jacket for Billy to wear in the acid ritual scene? (I seem a little pre-occupied with the acid sequence, 15 hinges on it too). Mine's an Archer's and Lemonade, thanks. ;-) I don't really drink at all, so - uh - it's that or Pimms. Brane is being evil again, but currently on the wooshy post-triptan stage before I crash out and vegetate in the lounge. Also, saw documentary on the South Pacific yesterday and your wildlife really rocks! Monkey-tailed skinks forever!
      • *g* Yeah, we do have some awesome wildlife. Have you seen baby kiwis? SO CUTE! Such mad, helpless little birds.

        Was there Australian wildlife on it too? Cos they have some crazy shit over there. Can you imagine what the early European explorers felt like the first time they saw a kangaroo??

        I don't drink much these days either. It gives me insomnia. :-P But when I do, it's a gin & tonic with ridiculous amounts of lemon, or a savignon blanc, or a silly cocktail with lots of lemon/lime in it. Have you ever had a Moscow mule? OM NOM NOM.

        CURSED GLITTERY JACKET. \o/ I can't wait to see where this bunny ends up.
        • Guinea fowl are pretty crazy too - like walking easter eggs, but a little less helpless (in Turkey they chased the cats before finding a convenient treee). This trip we had sheeps.

          Now I have Daffy duck and the boxing kangaroo in my head. Not that I mind much.

          Given that coke has me swinging from the rafters, I tend to be cautious when it comes to drinks. Gin and proper lemonade (lemon coloured, not see-through) goes down quite nicely too.

          I know. CURSED GLITTERY JACKET You just want to shout it from the rooftops. Hopefully, my writing mojo will turn up and turn it into something shiny. I want to call it Glitterpunk. Because. :-)
          • GLITTERPUNK. See, that's marketing genius. I would read almost literally any fic with that title. I would buy almost any product with that brand name.
  • Missing you - wanted you to know

    What an incredibly mad month this has become.
    • Re: Missing you - wanted you to know

      *attacked by Noddy Holder*

      "Mumma weer all crazy now" god help us! ;-) 40 kids yesterday and 80 mixed french and english kids on tuesday. Yeeps!

      Hank looks so very put upon. *squishes joe with short arms*
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