I ordered a bunch of beads on the internet yesterday. They may arrive tomorrow! (The one lot probably will, it shipped today, and they aim for next day delivery. Also the company is only in Nottingham, so they're not a million miles away. The other one may or may not (Schrödinger's beads!) but I don't know because the postage was less (actually more reasonable), and they didn't email me to let me know if the order had been despatched or not - I think you need to be a member of the site for that to happen).
Anyway, long story short, lots of pony beads. And stars. Because why not?
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I haven't done any writing since I discovered I deviated from the original idea. Also I really need to work on character shit for everyone who isn't a main/important character, but I have been distracted by shiny things. And my tax return form came this morning, so I'd like to get that sorted as soon as possible*. I'm trying not to feel too bad about it, though, because that's horrible and I have enough guilt in my life without giving myself more. It's just a story, and it doesn't matter if I don't meet my deadline, because it's not like people are paying me money to write it so some others can read it**.
*I honestly can't believe people leave it till the last possible minute to file taxes. I'd lose the form if that were me! And I like doing taxes, which I am aware makes me the weirdest person in the world.
**Though I would like to finish a story for once. The last one I finished was over a decade ago when I had neither gaming nor the internet to distract me and writing was pretty much all I did when I wasn't reading (or at college). That story was rubbishy (and reads weirdly because I'd just read Dracula), though, but it worked out my need for a vampire story, so.
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Oh no.
I am reading a book at the moment called A Tale For The Time Being (by Ruth Ozeki) and looking at the Goodreads page for it. Someone tagged it as literary fiction and I'm all [INTERNAL SCREAMING].
(Though, to be fair, I did wonder, given the subject matter if that was what it was supposed to be anyway).
I'll be honest, I'd never even heard that phrase till a couple of months ago, and I didn't think I even knew what it meant. Although it turns out I do - books that are full of pretentious twaddle that think they're more worthy than other books (and are usually the ones that get nominated for the big awards - this one was shortlisted for the Man Booker prize). I mean, if you like that kind of book, that's OK by me. But honestly it's not for me.
The book's OK (for now), but it's taking me a long time to get through it (though that would be helped if the one narrator wasn't so damn boring, and it didn't keep flipping between first and third person. Two narrators is FINE, but not switching POV like that. It's disconcerting).
Anyway, long story short, lots of pony beads. And stars. Because why not?
~*~
I haven't done any writing since I discovered I deviated from the original idea. Also I really need to work on character shit for everyone who isn't a main/important character, but I have been distracted by shiny things. And my tax return form came this morning, so I'd like to get that sorted as soon as possible*. I'm trying not to feel too bad about it, though, because that's horrible and I have enough guilt in my life without giving myself more. It's just a story, and it doesn't matter if I don't meet my deadline, because it's not like people are paying me money to write it so some others can read it**.
*I honestly can't believe people leave it till the last possible minute to file taxes. I'd lose the form if that were me! And I like doing taxes, which I am aware makes me the weirdest person in the world.
**Though I would like to finish a story for once. The last one I finished was over a decade ago when I had neither gaming nor the internet to distract me and writing was pretty much all I did when I wasn't reading (or at college). That story was rubbishy (and reads weirdly because I'd just read Dracula), though, but it worked out my need for a vampire story, so.
~*~
Oh no.
I am reading a book at the moment called A Tale For The Time Being (by Ruth Ozeki) and looking at the Goodreads page for it. Someone tagged it as literary fiction and I'm all [INTERNAL SCREAMING].
(Though, to be fair, I did wonder, given the subject matter if that was what it was supposed to be anyway).
I'll be honest, I'd never even heard that phrase till a couple of months ago, and I didn't think I even knew what it meant. Although it turns out I do - books that are full of pretentious twaddle that think they're more worthy than other books (and are usually the ones that get nominated for the big awards - this one was shortlisted for the Man Booker prize). I mean, if you like that kind of book, that's OK by me. But honestly it's not for me.
The book's OK (for now), but it's taking me a long time to get through it (though that would be helped if the one narrator wasn't so damn boring, and it didn't keep flipping between first and third person. Two narrators is FINE, but not switching POV like that. It's disconcerting).
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