I had all these plans for what I was going to do with my ~two weeks off work over Xmas and New Year. So many plans! Find books! Visit friends! Read books! (not necessarily the ones I'd found, either). Do writing! Draw a lot!
I woke up one morning with a sore throat, and it just went downhill from there. I'm getting better now, but I'm still not one hundred percent. I don't feel like I've the energy to shift books, and I still don't want to visit friends in case I'm still infectious. I've done a little bit of writing, but it feels like ages ago now. I've been drawing a little bit more in recent days, although I'm still in the frame of mind where, if I switch the computer on, it becomes an instant distraction, because I don't really have to think about the things I'm reading/looking at on there.
I also haven't finished The Last Remnant because my eyes have been super sore/trying to concentrate on anything's been horrendous. Also I'm annoyed that, at BR 71, ordinary monsters are so easy to knock out it's stupid, and yet the bunch of bosses I'm working through (I'm at The Seven) are at the far end of a difficulty spike (so it seems, anyway. I might do better once I'm not ill?)
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Reading some of Maggie Stiefvater's old writing (because occasionally she posts some) got me thinking about my old writing. Although let's be fair, I've been thinking about teenage!me writing for a few months now because a) all these people whose stories are based on stuff they thought of as teens and b) Star Wars. I wrote THE lamest SW fanfic when I was sixteen. Parts of it were more or less a rip-off from the Thrawn Trilogy. Honestly. I'm fairly certain it ended its days in the bin because, even then, I could see what a steaming pile of tripe it was.
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I got fed up with my hair - I'd been trying to grow it out - so I chopped most of it off. So now it's super short, which it hasn't been for years now, and it feels weird.
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*I spent one summer reading the entirety of Malory Towers (not difficult, I know), but I loved them. Also this was WAY before Harry Potter, and Enid Blyton was all I had. I think I was about thirteen at the time. I could've been younger, I don't know now.
**The Phantom Menace obviously didn't come out till 1999, but for some reason there was a really long lead in re: hyping? And my boyfriend at the time was big into them, so no doubt that was a factor.
I woke up one morning with a sore throat, and it just went downhill from there. I'm getting better now, but I'm still not one hundred percent. I don't feel like I've the energy to shift books, and I still don't want to visit friends in case I'm still infectious. I've done a little bit of writing, but it feels like ages ago now. I've been drawing a little bit more in recent days, although I'm still in the frame of mind where, if I switch the computer on, it becomes an instant distraction, because I don't really have to think about the things I'm reading/looking at on there.
I also haven't finished The Last Remnant because my eyes have been super sore/trying to concentrate on anything's been horrendous. Also I'm annoyed that, at BR 71, ordinary monsters are so easy to knock out it's stupid, and yet the bunch of bosses I'm working through (I'm at The Seven) are at the far end of a difficulty spike (so it seems, anyway. I might do better once I'm not ill?)
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Reading some of Maggie Stiefvater's old writing (because occasionally she posts some) got me thinking about my old writing. Although let's be fair, I've been thinking about teenage!me writing for a few months now because a) all these people whose stories are based on stuff they thought of as teens and b) Star Wars. I wrote THE lamest SW fanfic when I was sixteen. Parts of it were more or less a rip-off from the Thrawn Trilogy. Honestly. I'm fairly certain it ended its days in the bin because, even then, I could see what a steaming pile of tripe it was.
( Read more... )
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I got fed up with my hair - I'd been trying to grow it out - so I chopped most of it off. So now it's super short, which it hasn't been for years now, and it feels weird.
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*I spent one summer reading the entirety of Malory Towers (not difficult, I know), but I loved them. Also this was WAY before Harry Potter, and Enid Blyton was all I had. I think I was about thirteen at the time. I could've been younger, I don't know now.
**The Phantom Menace obviously didn't come out till 1999, but for some reason there was a really long lead in re: hyping? And my boyfriend at the time was big into them, so no doubt that was a factor.