People can suck so much.
How much do you have to beat yourself up to meet their requirements when they still shit all over you?
It seems like such a minor thing, but it stems from something much bigger.
Ugh.
BTW, when I say people, I exclusively mean my brothers. Want nothing more to do with either of them.
I will blog properly soon. I only just remembered the other day that I owe Sarah-Jane a blog post about a necklace, and another about fan fiction for two of her separate blogs, so I promise to get right on with them!
Saturday 30 August 2014
Monday 11 August 2014
Genre
I'm still struggling to write the first draft of book four of Uprooted. I think I know what it is, I need to research the American school system more, to know when stuff like college applications happen, so I can plot that in. Plus, this is the book where things change drastically for one of my main characters and I'm terrified of doing it wrong. I feel like I've been ham-fisted with a lot of things.
Meanwhile, I'm getting more requests for the risqué stuff I've been writing. I seem to do okay with it. It makes me wonder … am I writing in the wrong genre, aiming for YA? Or can I be like Rowling, and have more than one genre (and just go by a pseudonym because erotica and YA should not be compatible). I don't know. I feel like the emergence of this serendipitous revelation that I'm good at filth is making me question my true abilities. I enjoy writing it too, which is bizarre, because I never thought I would, and because I don't in "real life".
I'm whining, I know. I'm procrastinating. Like I was when doing GISHWHES. Like I do with a lot of things.
I just have a shit tonne of ideas and no real time to write them in.
In other news, today is the last day of my Yearly tracker. I have to finish totalling todays writing when I finish today's writing, but I had the intention of writing 150,000 words this year. Currently, the total is 468,189, plus I have two paragraphs to add in, and others to write because I'm not done yet tonight. Let's round up to 469,000.
Next year's tracker may have to have a higher target. 300,000?
Meanwhile, I'm getting more requests for the risqué stuff I've been writing. I seem to do okay with it. It makes me wonder … am I writing in the wrong genre, aiming for YA? Or can I be like Rowling, and have more than one genre (and just go by a pseudonym because erotica and YA should not be compatible). I don't know. I feel like the emergence of this serendipitous revelation that I'm good at filth is making me question my true abilities. I enjoy writing it too, which is bizarre, because I never thought I would, and because I don't in "real life".
I'm whining, I know. I'm procrastinating. Like I was when doing GISHWHES. Like I do with a lot of things.
I just have a shit tonne of ideas and no real time to write them in.
In other news, today is the last day of my Yearly tracker. I have to finish totalling todays writing when I finish today's writing, but I had the intention of writing 150,000 words this year. Currently, the total is 468,189, plus I have two paragraphs to add in, and others to write because I'm not done yet tonight. Let's round up to 469,000.
Next year's tracker may have to have a higher target. 300,000?
Wednesday 6 August 2014
Climbing a mountain
So, I've said before I'm doing GISHWHES this year, right? We're about halfway through now (just tomorrow and Friday to go!) and I'm loving the challenges, both that I've done and that my teammates (who're just awesome) have done.
I did a big point item yesterday. Worth 147 points. I climbed to the top of Mount Snowdon ( item 26: IMAGE (two images edited side-by-side). Table Mountain, South Africa; Mount Snowdon Wales; Mount Sinai, Egypt; Mt. Fuji, Japan; and Mt. Kilimanjaro, Tanzania are epic peaks. Climb one of them. You must submit two images side by side, one of you in front of the mountain, and the second, with you at the summit, wearing the same clothes, holding up a sign that says: "Everything is easy when you GISHWHES!")
This was a big challenge for me, in a few ways. My family came to North Wales when I was seven, and we were going to attempt the summit. We were going to use the train, but it was too expensive. I was hung-ho for walking it, because I was seven and had no concept of time or distance or effort (I have climbed hills since, like Malvern in Wales and somewhere near the Lake District, and part of Vesuvius) but mum said me and my eight-year-old brother were too small, so we didn't go. I've wanted to do it since then.
I admit, due to health reasons, I got the train this time, which stops a ten minute walk from the summit (so Misha, I did reach the summit on my own! Kinda!) I'm glad I made that decision, my fatigue would never have gotten me to the peak, and nor would my lungs. I'm so disappointed with them. They partially collapsed with the TTP stuff, and I had physio to get them working properly again, and then last year I had chest infections/bronchitis so badly they gave me and inhaler. That's why I only did part of Vesuvius, I got about fifteen minutes from the summit and had a coughing fit so bad I nearly puked. So getting the train lessened the strain, though as soon as I stepped off my chest was tight, my throat felt like it had been sanded raw, and I coughed a lot. But I freaking did it. I got the pictures. I got our points. I completed a 22-year-old wish. I didn't see dragons, but you can't have everything.
So, thank you Misha, for putting that item in there, and completing a childhood wish. I'm sorry my health stopped me going along the walking route (though I did the very bottom for one of the pictures) but I reached the summit, one way or another. And that's what counts, right? You said climb and well, the train helped me do that (if I was wheelchair bound, I wouldn't worry this much! Although, I would never have reached the tiny summit! steep, wonky steps up to a compass point!)
You could see the isle of man from that vantage point. If it wasn't so cloudy, you could have seen Ireland. I don't think my pictures do justice for the scale of how steep and high it was!
I did a big point item yesterday. Worth 147 points. I climbed to the top of Mount Snowdon ( item 26: IMAGE (two images edited side-by-side). Table Mountain, South Africa; Mount Snowdon Wales; Mount Sinai, Egypt; Mt. Fuji, Japan; and Mt. Kilimanjaro, Tanzania are epic peaks. Climb one of them. You must submit two images side by side, one of you in front of the mountain, and the second, with you at the summit, wearing the same clothes, holding up a sign that says: "Everything is easy when you GISHWHES!")
This was a big challenge for me, in a few ways. My family came to North Wales when I was seven, and we were going to attempt the summit. We were going to use the train, but it was too expensive. I was hung-ho for walking it, because I was seven and had no concept of time or distance or effort (I have climbed hills since, like Malvern in Wales and somewhere near the Lake District, and part of Vesuvius) but mum said me and my eight-year-old brother were too small, so we didn't go. I've wanted to do it since then.
I admit, due to health reasons, I got the train this time, which stops a ten minute walk from the summit (so Misha, I did reach the summit on my own! Kinda!) I'm glad I made that decision, my fatigue would never have gotten me to the peak, and nor would my lungs. I'm so disappointed with them. They partially collapsed with the TTP stuff, and I had physio to get them working properly again, and then last year I had chest infections/bronchitis so badly they gave me and inhaler. That's why I only did part of Vesuvius, I got about fifteen minutes from the summit and had a coughing fit so bad I nearly puked. So getting the train lessened the strain, though as soon as I stepped off my chest was tight, my throat felt like it had been sanded raw, and I coughed a lot. But I freaking did it. I got the pictures. I got our points. I completed a 22-year-old wish. I didn't see dragons, but you can't have everything.
So, thank you Misha, for putting that item in there, and completing a childhood wish. I'm sorry my health stopped me going along the walking route (though I did the very bottom for one of the pictures) but I reached the summit, one way or another. And that's what counts, right? You said climb and well, the train helped me do that (if I was wheelchair bound, I wouldn't worry this much! Although, I would never have reached the tiny summit! steep, wonky steps up to a compass point!)
You could see the isle of man from that vantage point. If it wasn't so cloudy, you could have seen Ireland. I don't think my pictures do justice for the scale of how steep and high it was!
Friday 1 August 2014
Yet another reason to love Misha Collins
He's like a big fan himself:
He also tweeted about orgies. It's a Supernatural fan thing (I haven't been tweeting him about the same thing. Nooooo!)
Why would you not respect a guy who embraces all the strange things his fans do, and then makes them do strange things too? I wish I was in Seattle on Sunday, with the french maid's costume and art-style hat.
And that won't make any sense to you, but it's so very, very Misha.
He also tweeted about orgies. It's a Supernatural fan thing (I haven't been tweeting him about the same thing. Nooooo!)
Why would you not respect a guy who embraces all the strange things his fans do, and then makes them do strange things too? I wish I was in Seattle on Sunday, with the french maid's costume and art-style hat.
And that won't make any sense to you, but it's so very, very Misha.
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