Ink-Stained Glitter

Summer vacation is over. I moved in Saturday, and today is the first day of classes. Already, I’m tired, and I don’t start my first class for over an hour. I’ve also already had to call for maintenance three times–twice because one of the lights in the bathroom shorted out, and once because the shower wasn’t working. Yesterday was…not the best second day of school ever, and if I’d been a freshman, I probably wouldn’t have handled it as well as I did.

If I’d been an 18-year-old freshman or a 19-year-old sophomore, I probably would’ve handled it worse.

But I made it through, and I didn’t curl up and cry like I wanted to, which I consider a success. The shower and the electricity in the bathroom both work. Now I’m just trying to find the motivation to get dressed and go to my first  class–elementary French. Oh, I’ll go, don’t worry. I never skip the first day of classes. Mondays and Wednesdays are going to be my busiest days–French, English, and Fiction Workshop. Tuesdays and Thursdays are going to be my longest–only two classes, but the first one is at 9:30 in the morning (Intro Anthropology) and the second is at 4 in the afternoon (an Honors class about the Middle East).

I’m hoping to get a bit more involved this year. Last year, I stuck pretty much exclusively to Writers’ Guild. While I certainly love my school’s writing club and the people in it, I do think I need to branch out a bit more. I don’t have any plans for what I’m going to do at the moment, but I do plan to get out of my dorm more often.

…I’m saying this while I’m still wearing my pajamas, after skipping breakfast because I just didn’t want to deal with people yet today. *eyeroll*

So, writing. Right. I finished the Mpreg o’DOOM last week. 100,084 words. This is the first novel-length project I have ever finished. Know how I felt when it was done? Like “That’s it?” It was exceptionally anticlimactic, and I feel no different about it now than I did when I was working on it. There has been no grand feeling of triumph and accomplishment, no “Thank Godga that’s over,” no…anything. Kind of disappointing. But it’s done. I no longer have to worry about people coming to kill me because it isn’t finished.

Also, remind me never to publicly declare that I’m going to work on a project again, okay? Because I’m not writing Glam next after all. Thanks to several friends of mine, I’m going to be writing Adam Lambert-centric fanfiction instead. After five years, I’ve started writing fanfic again. I already have a multi-part story in the works, too–a House crossover that I really need to update today. I’ve also written several other pieces (most of them naughty), I’m eying a few prompts for my next ones, and I’m tentatively planning to turn one of my one-shots into a series. And I’m getting addicted to getting comments on my stories.

I do still intend to go on as scheduled with NaNoWriMo this year, though. Maybe.

First off, I shall start off by saying that I have no idea what is going on within the seething mass of Family Drama anymore, but apparently my uncle is going to be going through chemotherapy and radiation, and he may live a few more years, or he may not.  And I have no idea if Trashy Cousin is a villain in this real-life story or just another bystander.  At this point, I am just counting down the days until I can get out of here–August 28–and daydreaming about being back at my lovely college home.

I never thought I’d see the day when I’d long to go back to school, but since college…

Now, on to what this post is really about–writing.  The Mpreg o’DOOM is almost finished.  Within the next 5k-10k words, everything will be wrapped up in a nice, semi-neat little bow, and I will be able to get on with my life.

And I’m not really sure what to do next.

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An Update

Posted on: August 9, 2010

It appears that the cousin who was giving us news about my hospitalized uncle’s condition might have been being a dramatic Lying Liar Who Lies again. 🙄 If so, I shall once again officially declare the woman absolutely appalling.

Today’s lesson:  Take anything a Known Horrible Person says with an oceanful of salt.

I won’t go into all of the details of why I am not giving her the benefit of the doubt in such an open place as this–perhaps in a password-protected post later, if even that.   But she has a long history of being an absolutely awful person.

Basically, my uncle may not be on death’s door, he may be heading home tomorrow, and he may last a while longer.  Or he may not.  I have no idea.

Whatever happens, I will keep you all updated.

Silver Lining: I am definitely incorporating some of my dysfunctional family’s antics into a character’s background, because I am a writer and that’s what writers do.  When life gives us lemons, we cut ’em up and squeeze ’em over our characters.  Poor Leandro. >.>

Sorry I didn’t get around to replying to the comments about my netbook.  Yesterday was a bad day that started with battling Trojan horses on my parents’ computer, and it all went downhill from there.

We learned last night that my uncle is dying.  Advanced lung cancer.  There was some bleeding, and he was taken to the hospital in critical condition.  Now they’ve stopped the bleeding, and they’re sending him home to die, I think.  I don’t know all of the specifics, but it doesn’t look good.  “Three to four days” was tossed around last night.  The rest of the family is already talking about who’s going to pay for the funeral.

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It seems that I am not as immune to peer pressure as I thought I was.

Everyone, meet Luna, my new pet.  Yes, that is a normal-sized fedora sitting on top of her.  My fedora can beat up my computer.

Fedora Eats Luna

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Note: Thanks to the title of this post, I now have that one Eminem song stuck in my head.  Argh.

One of the biggest problems I have with writing is with naming things.  It’s a good thing I don’t want to reproduce, ’cause if I did, my kids would probably end up being named “Baby Girl/Boy 123” or “Bob” or “Z” or “Adam Lambert 2.0” or something (mostly because it would make me lol, I admit–yet another reason why I would be a terrible, terrible mother).  Yes, I would hopefully have months to figure it out, but that would just mean I would have months to get overwhelmed and angsty over the many, many choices.  Thank goodness naming a real, live human being is a problem for AU!WD, not me.  I have all of the maternal instincts of a soda can tab, and as much interest in having children as I do in having a clammy, malodorous dishrag permanently affixed to my face.  You’re more than welcome to have and name your own kids, but leave me out of it, please.

Today, I ordered a netbook.  It’s gonna be an adorable, tiny little thing that should arrive this week, since I got express shipping on it.  Lightweight, silver, probably only gonna be used for writing, and so cheap I’m still a bit leery about it (but I’m used to temperamental computers *pets her one-year-old prone-to-overheating HP that has had Issues since the beginning*).  I’m so excited about it that I’m actually thinking about naming it.

…Hold on.  Naming it?

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The Mpreg o’DOOM has officially reached the status of “Longest WIP I’ve Ever Had.”  It’s going to be novel-length, definitely.  I will finish it.  I’m at 66,100 words right now, and only two of the…many plot threads I’ve been playing with have been wrapped up.  It comes thisclose to violating the “No Undiluted Romance” rule and definitely violates the “No Children” rule on my Magna Carta II.  And it plays with one of the most infamous fanfiction tropes, even though it isn’t fanfiction–the idea of men becoming pregnant.

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Getting me to finish reading a book these days is incredibly difficult.  There is always something better to do than make it to the end of whatever it is I’m reading.  Twitter, online chatting, writing, playing with Paint Shop Pro, reading fanfiction…the list of reasons why I can hardly finish a book anymore is almost as long as my neverending To Be Finished list.  And then I go out and buy more books.  I don’t have enough shelves for all of my books…Heck, I don’t know where some of my books are (if you can tell me where my coverless, falling-apart-when-I-got-it K.I.S.S. Guide to Astrology and that pirate book by Michael Crichton are hiding, please let me know).

Today, I picked up Chris Baty’s No Plot? No Problem! again.  It’s come up in conversation a few times recently, and since it was just lying around, I figured I’d pick it up and read a few more pages of it before putting it away somewhere to get ignored again.

I got up to the section on Magna Cartas–the lists of Things You Like to Read and Things You Don’t Like to Read.  These lists have been talked about before on the writing forum I frequent, and I have attempted to make them before, but none of them “stuck.”  Since I was trying to avoid the computer for a little while because of eyestrain (playing around with 100×100 pixel images for hours is not good for your eyes, believe it or not), I decided “Why not?” and made my Magna Cartas.


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My birthday is looming.  Thursday, I will be twenty-two.  It’s kind of hard for me to believe it.  I still haven’t processed that I’m over eighteen yet, much less that I’m old enough to drink or gamble or any of those other Things You Can Do When You’re Twenty-One that I don’t really know about.  But, since everything and everyone says I was born July 29, 1988, then I guess I really am a twenty-something adult.

That’s my biggest clue that the Universe is one screwed-up place–how can somebody like me be an adult?  But whatever.  It’s apparently true, and there isn’t much I can do about it.

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I can’t believe I just called Nashville “Nashvegas,” holy crap…

So, now that I am no longer braindead from going for over 24 hours without sleep, then standing and walking around in high-heeled boots (not as bad as the ones I wore to my friend’s birthday party and, before that, around campus–never doubt my insanity when it comes to fashion, people), it’s story review time!  Since, as you all know, I witnessed the glory that is Adam Lambert in Nashville Wednesday night, and I kind of promised a review…

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Wise Words

"No matter how old you are, no matter who you sleep with, no matter what color your skin is, we can all party together!" - Adam Lambert

What I’ve Written


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