Writer's Block: Round and round
Feb. 26th, 2011 11:53 amLJ Writer's Block question:
So the thing is, this song for me? The one I can listen to forever and a day and not lose interest? It is Don't Stop Believing by Journey. Not the Glee version, which is nice in its own right, but the straight up true Journey road.
I've loved that song since I can remember. There is something incredibly driving about it for me. I hear the opening strains and I immediately perk up. I can't *not* sing to it. I know all the lyrics. I have accidentally left it on repeat for hours at a time and not even realized that I was still humming to it.
There are a few other artists or bands that I might have similar reactions to, but this is just one song in a body of work that gets me like that. And I like the rest of Journey's music, too.
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Is there any song you could listen to 20 times in a day without ever losing interest?
So the thing is, this song for me? The one I can listen to forever and a day and not lose interest? It is Don't Stop Believing by Journey. Not the Glee version, which is nice in its own right, but the straight up true Journey road.
I've loved that song since I can remember. There is something incredibly driving about it for me. I hear the opening strains and I immediately perk up. I can't *not* sing to it. I know all the lyrics. I have accidentally left it on repeat for hours at a time and not even realized that I was still humming to it.
There are a few other artists or bands that I might have similar reactions to, but this is just one song in a body of work that gets me like that. And I like the rest of Journey's music, too.
From Livejournal, original
on the House of Caecilius Iucundus
Jan. 25th, 2011 09:05 pmWhoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
V.1.26
Ancient graffiti, as found in Pompeii. There's nothing like it.
V.1.26
Ancient graffiti, as found in Pompeii. There's nothing like it.
So, I've been missing my grandmother recently. A lot. Like, whoa a lot. Maybe that isn't so weird. Her birthday was two days ago, her wedding anniversary to my Granddaddy is somewhere in here, and she died at the end of November.
But for whatever reason, she has been in my mind very strongly, and I just can't help but miss her soul-deeply.
But for whatever reason, she has been in my mind very strongly, and I just can't help but miss her soul-deeply.
Further proof that my writing is crap.
Jul. 14th, 2010 01:20 amSo, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
evilmaniclaugh posted this meme on her journal, and I thought it seemed amusing enough, so I tried it out. I mean, it's kind of neat, though obviously flawed, so why not find out what famous writer I seem like from a small piece of work.
I dug out my favorite piece of fanfic I have ever written. I don't write very often, but I really was proud of how this one had come out, so yeah. I even posted it.
This was my result:
Awk. Well, whatever. It is just one analysis, and from one piece of writing. Not even a serious piece of writing. A piece of humory/fluffiness.
So, I tried it again with a piece that I had actually written for a course a few years back. I am definitely not as proud of that one, mostly because, while the teacher was awesome, she had the easiest time making me feel like a moron for taking her class without trying.
This was my result:
The minor boost to my ego in this all? A piece of writing that I desperately attempted to make sound like a stream of consciousness from a character apparently was likened to James Joyce.
evilmaniclaugh posted this meme on her journal, and I thought it seemed amusing enough, so I tried it out. I mean, it's kind of neat, though obviously flawed, so why not find out what famous writer I seem like from a small piece of work.I dug out my favorite piece of fanfic I have ever written. I don't write very often, but I really was proud of how this one had come out, so yeah. I even posted it.
This was my result:
Awk. Well, whatever. It is just one analysis, and from one piece of writing. Not even a serious piece of writing. A piece of humory/fluffiness.
So, I tried it again with a piece that I had actually written for a course a few years back. I am definitely not as proud of that one, mostly because, while the teacher was awesome, she had the easiest time making me feel like a moron for taking her class without trying.
This was my result:
The minor boost to my ego in this all? A piece of writing that I desperately attempted to make sound like a stream of consciousness from a character apparently was likened to James Joyce.
Bones is my kid.
Jun. 24th, 2010 04:55 amNo, seriously, she's as close to having a child as Husband and I plan on right now, and she means the world to us. When we baby-talk to her (yes, baby-talk, don't judge me), we call each other mommy and daddy. She's very fulfilling to us.
I love her beyond, even when she's being a bitch and biting my fingers or clawing my toes. I give her food and water and try to protect her from the world while still introducing her to the dogs in the house and the people that come over.
But.
Yeah, but.
She's going through her first heat. So far, she has been much more personable than she usually is, but I know how quickly that can change. I'm fearing the 'fuck you, find something I can fuck myself on' stage. I don' think that Husband gets how annoying it can be. He makes jokes and talks about all the other cats he's seen in heat, but he's never lived with one. And, from a pheromone standing, Husband is *very* male, which means she'll love him and probably try to off me in my sleep.
Also, she's kind of creepy to have around during Husband and my more intimate moments. There are just some times that I don't want a cat trying to climb across me, you know? lol
I love her beyond, even when she's being a bitch and biting my fingers or clawing my toes. I give her food and water and try to protect her from the world while still introducing her to the dogs in the house and the people that come over.
But.
Yeah, but.
She's going through her first heat. So far, she has been much more personable than she usually is, but I know how quickly that can change. I'm fearing the 'fuck you, find something I can fuck myself on' stage. I don' think that Husband gets how annoying it can be. He makes jokes and talks about all the other cats he's seen in heat, but he's never lived with one. And, from a pheromone standing, Husband is *very* male, which means she'll love him and probably try to off me in my sleep.
Also, she's kind of creepy to have around during Husband and my more intimate moments. There are just some times that I don't want a cat trying to climb across me, you know? lol
...and also parantheses. welcome to my long post of doom, broken down into neat little cuts.
( Alright, I would like to give a little background to my week. )
( day one: Friday, I got up, hurting like a bitch... )
( day two: As had been suggested, the next day, I was at work an hour early. )
The best part of day two, and I'm not being sarcastic at all about this, was walking home. Two hours, and about 4.6 miles, of walking. I found my way home on my own, I talked to my mom and Husband on the way. I got to see the flowers I always want to see, but can't because I'm in a car, and I got to take a picture of a broken handicap-parking sign with my phone. The breeze blew the entire time. The only sucky part was having to wait forever for the crosswalk signs to change. It was great.
day four: Because of Day Two's news, there was no Day Three. Well, that's not quite true. Day three was me curled up in my room, aching from Disney and my two hour walk and watching the first disc of
which was *very* enjoyable.
But back to today: found out at about 3:30 that a)the problem is fixed, b)I still don't have to go in today, and c)I'm being paid for the time that I was inconvenienced.
I call that a win.
( Alright, I would like to give a little background to my week. )
( day one: Friday, I got up, hurting like a bitch... )
( day two: As had been suggested, the next day, I was at work an hour early. )
The best part of day two, and I'm not being sarcastic at all about this, was walking home. Two hours, and about 4.6 miles, of walking. I found my way home on my own, I talked to my mom and Husband on the way. I got to see the flowers I always want to see, but can't because I'm in a car, and I got to take a picture of a broken handicap-parking sign with my phone. The breeze blew the entire time. The only sucky part was having to wait forever for the crosswalk signs to change. It was great.
day four: Because of Day Two's news, there was no Day Three. Well, that's not quite true. Day three was me curled up in my room, aching from Disney and my two hour walk and watching the first disc of
which was *very* enjoyable.
But back to today: found out at about 3:30 that a)the problem is fixed, b)I still don't have to go in today, and c)I'm being paid for the time that I was inconvenienced.
I call that a win.
Comment with a character name/pairing and I'll give you three facts of my personal canon for them.
Fandoms:
Batman
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Criminal Minds
Popslash
Psych
Harry Potter
Hot Fuzz
Smallville
Live Free or Die Hard
Star Trek XI (reboot/2009)
Supernatural
Fandoms:
Batman
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Criminal Minds
Popslash
Psych
Harry Potter
Hot Fuzz
Smallville
Live Free or Die Hard
Star Trek XI (reboot/2009)
Supernatural
A Wild Call and A Clear Call
Dec. 12th, 2009 05:21 pmI'm not usually one for poetry. Very little of it really sings to me, and I feel like it is important that such a strong form of written word be astounding to your soul, and not just pretty words.
My grandfather used to tell me that the Christian Bible was written in verse because only poetry could hope to describe the Infinite. Prose, while wonderful in its own way, is more useful for portraying the finite. That finite can be amazingly complex, but it still won't be infinite.
I've been hanging around the trek slash comms lately, and there is a verse commonly used in those circles: "all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by." Beautiful words that speak to the adventuresome spirit, as well as to the potential for ego and humility in humanity. The line is from John Masefield's "Sea-Fever".
The line has history with Star Trek, but that isn't why I like the poem. To be honest, I probably can't really explain my appreciation for "Sea-Fever" properly right now, except to say that it reads like prose. And I know that might sound a bit strange, but I've been attracted to poetry that sounds like conversation or reads like a story for as long as I can remember. And I don't mean I like traditional ballads.
A poem doesn't have to actually tell a specific story for me to like it, and it doesn't have to be written in plain modern english or free verse or anything like that. I don't really know if I can accurately tell you what I mean right now. Christ, maybe I need more sleep.
In any event, I'm leaving you with two poems. The first is the poem that inspired this post, and the second is one of my favorites.
( Sea-Fever )
( Alone )
My grandfather used to tell me that the Christian Bible was written in verse because only poetry could hope to describe the Infinite. Prose, while wonderful in its own way, is more useful for portraying the finite. That finite can be amazingly complex, but it still won't be infinite.
I've been hanging around the trek slash comms lately, and there is a verse commonly used in those circles: "all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by." Beautiful words that speak to the adventuresome spirit, as well as to the potential for ego and humility in humanity. The line is from John Masefield's "Sea-Fever".
The line has history with Star Trek, but that isn't why I like the poem. To be honest, I probably can't really explain my appreciation for "Sea-Fever" properly right now, except to say that it reads like prose. And I know that might sound a bit strange, but I've been attracted to poetry that sounds like conversation or reads like a story for as long as I can remember. And I don't mean I like traditional ballads.
A poem doesn't have to actually tell a specific story for me to like it, and it doesn't have to be written in plain modern english or free verse or anything like that. I don't really know if I can accurately tell you what I mean right now. Christ, maybe I need more sleep.
In any event, I'm leaving you with two poems. The first is the poem that inspired this post, and the second is one of my favorites.
( Sea-Fever )
( Alone )
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind
Oct. 8th, 2009 02:04 am"Where was this Google all this time?"
-William Kamkwamba, on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
Alright, this kid is so awesome! I was watching The Daily Show, and Jon said that he was having William on to talk about his homemade wind powered generator, but I really didn't think much about it until I saw him.
William is Malawi (from Malawi, Africa), and had to drop out of school to help his family because of the famine in his region. He still went to the library, though, and found a diagram of a windmill, and then managed to use left over bits of junked machines like a bicycle to make a windmill that produced electricity for his home. Also, he went on to make a circuit breaker out of nails, wire, and a magnet.
The kid is freaking great! (Okay, so as I pointed out to my husband earlier in a completely unrelated story, I call everyone kid, even if you are only a year or two younger than me. William is a few months younger than Husband, who is almost two years younger than me)
As Jon so truly put it, William is like MacGuyver. According to William, he didn't even know what the internet was until after he had already built his windmill. Someone was asking if he had used it or Google, specifically, to find information, and after they explained what it was and showed him how to use Google, he replied with the quotation above. I've decided to love him muchly, and to continue to wish him well as he finished school and goes on to college.
William's Website
-William Kamkwamba, on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
Alright, this kid is so awesome! I was watching The Daily Show, and Jon said that he was having William on to talk about his homemade wind powered generator, but I really didn't think much about it until I saw him.
William is Malawi (from Malawi, Africa), and had to drop out of school to help his family because of the famine in his region. He still went to the library, though, and found a diagram of a windmill, and then managed to use left over bits of junked machines like a bicycle to make a windmill that produced electricity for his home. Also, he went on to make a circuit breaker out of nails, wire, and a magnet.
The kid is freaking great! (Okay, so as I pointed out to my husband earlier in a completely unrelated story, I call everyone kid, even if you are only a year or two younger than me. William is a few months younger than Husband, who is almost two years younger than me)
As Jon so truly put it, William is like MacGuyver. According to William, he didn't even know what the internet was until after he had already built his windmill. Someone was asking if he had used it or Google, specifically, to find information, and after they explained what it was and showed him how to use Google, he replied with the quotation above. I've decided to love him muchly, and to continue to wish him well as he finished school and goes on to college.
William's Website
being sick
Oct. 3rd, 2009 12:37 amI hate being sick. I mean, I know that it isn't fun for anyone, but it always seems like I get ill with things that just don't give enough symptoms to be 'real' or I get sick off of something that leaves me with lingering fatigue and aches.
I haven't had the flu in years, but as I write this, I know that I have my first real fever in quite a while. It isn't very much, but it hovers a few degrees higher than I can feel comfortable with. I'm sweating a little, and I feel cool to the touch, and I want to curl under a blanket, but when I do the heat is oppressive.
I'm also worried I'll get Husband ill, as he seems to be susceptible to several bad illnesses, and a small cold or infection can be a gateway. I want to do things or be up and moving, but every time I try, I just feel so worn out.
The worst thing is that I had to call out from work, which I hate to do. I feel like calling out can lead your superiors to not trust my work ethic and my ability to do the job they pay me for, neither of which is okay for me. But with a fever, I can't take the chance that I might have the flu, and risk exposing those I work with to it. Especially because the majority of people at the call center are over 45, many of them over 55. What if they get sick because I came to work?
I hate it, because all I want to do is sleep, but I'm afraid if I give into that urge to sleep that I won't be able to sleep later when I need to. I want Husband to pet me and make everything okay, but he always ends up laying on/around me, because he knows that I want to be touched, but I won't initiate it (I don't know why, it just honestly doesn't occur to me most of the time).
And to top it off, my mother-in-law, who's been out with a fucked up back, seems to be exhibiting some of my symptoms, which means that if we have the same thing, it is guaranteed to make its way through the family.
And to think, it all started with me not feeling quite right.
I haven't had the flu in years, but as I write this, I know that I have my first real fever in quite a while. It isn't very much, but it hovers a few degrees higher than I can feel comfortable with. I'm sweating a little, and I feel cool to the touch, and I want to curl under a blanket, but when I do the heat is oppressive.
I'm also worried I'll get Husband ill, as he seems to be susceptible to several bad illnesses, and a small cold or infection can be a gateway. I want to do things or be up and moving, but every time I try, I just feel so worn out.
The worst thing is that I had to call out from work, which I hate to do. I feel like calling out can lead your superiors to not trust my work ethic and my ability to do the job they pay me for, neither of which is okay for me. But with a fever, I can't take the chance that I might have the flu, and risk exposing those I work with to it. Especially because the majority of people at the call center are over 45, many of them over 55. What if they get sick because I came to work?
I hate it, because all I want to do is sleep, but I'm afraid if I give into that urge to sleep that I won't be able to sleep later when I need to. I want Husband to pet me and make everything okay, but he always ends up laying on/around me, because he knows that I want to be touched, but I won't initiate it (I don't know why, it just honestly doesn't occur to me most of the time).
And to top it off, my mother-in-law, who's been out with a fucked up back, seems to be exhibiting some of my symptoms, which means that if we have the same thing, it is guaranteed to make its way through the family.
And to think, it all started with me not feeling quite right.
Truer words never spoken:
Sep. 5th, 2009 06:00 pmCriminal Minds almost always begins and ends with quotations. The second part of the episodes named The Fisher King ends with this quotation:
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, (protecting its sanity), covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But, it is never gone."
-Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
Alright, so I was so flipping tired earlier that I fell asleep on the couch watching Husband and In-Law Brothers 1&2 messing around with the tv/ps3/hd crap. Husband tried to get me to get up a couple of times, but like my usual idiotic self, I told him I was just gonna nap a bit longer, that I was only dozing anyway.
( Well, for the record )
( But moving on... )
( Well, for the record )
( But moving on... )
I'm very frustrated with life lately. I don't mean that in a bitchy way or anything, but just in the 'oh, my goodness, really? why didn't I prepare myself for that?'
My dad is still in the hospital, and I don't know how things are actually going because I can't be there with him. I'm at a point that I'm not listening much to what comes out of his mouth because it lies. I don't mean that he is lying (though he is prone to it), I mean that the aphasia and other issues make his words not as useful as his voice.
Last night, he seemed convinced that he had been in the hospital since January 1, and that the date was January 8.
I also had to drop out of doing an entry for a digiscrap collab kit. I hate that, but I just ran out of time, and at this point, there is simply too much on my plate to finish it in the day or so I had left. I'm hoping that it won't be a big deal, but near as I can tell, I was the only person to sign up this month, so I'm thinking that it is okay, because it actually means less work for the mod of the forum.
Work has been interesting, as the last few training sessions I've had seemed to contradict the one before it. Even though it was the same class. With the same teacher.
Can you see the issues? lol. Honestly, I will say that life has been worse for me, but I am spending a lot of time focusing on stuff that shouldn't be focused on at this point.
Maybe I should just go clip coupons...
My dad is still in the hospital, and I don't know how things are actually going because I can't be there with him. I'm at a point that I'm not listening much to what comes out of his mouth because it lies. I don't mean that he is lying (though he is prone to it), I mean that the aphasia and other issues make his words not as useful as his voice.
Last night, he seemed convinced that he had been in the hospital since January 1, and that the date was January 8.
I also had to drop out of doing an entry for a digiscrap collab kit. I hate that, but I just ran out of time, and at this point, there is simply too much on my plate to finish it in the day or so I had left. I'm hoping that it won't be a big deal, but near as I can tell, I was the only person to sign up this month, so I'm thinking that it is okay, because it actually means less work for the mod of the forum.
Work has been interesting, as the last few training sessions I've had seemed to contradict the one before it. Even though it was the same class. With the same teacher.
Can you see the issues? lol. Honestly, I will say that life has been worse for me, but I am spending a lot of time focusing on stuff that shouldn't be focused on at this point.
Maybe I should just go clip coupons...
So I went home to Georgia...
Aug. 22nd, 2009 05:28 pmand had a not so pleasant visit with Murphy and his law.
I had planned on going home to visit with my family and hopefully husband's family, but of course we were already feeling tired the first day. I had a lovely time with my dad, and with my sister, and then I went home and had supper with my mom.
The next day we managed to see my mimi and pop-pop. After our time there, we took Pop-Pop to his ACTO (Alzheimer Caregiver Time-Out) group, and headed over to Sunset Cemetery to visit J's grandmother. We then went to see J's aunt and her family, before circling back to go see my sister again and get some peanuts from her. We left her house and went back to my mom's to get our stuff and got back on the road intending to leave town.
As you probably guessed, we intended to, but did not make it out of town. My mom called me and told me that my sister told her that my dad was disoriented and behaving strangely. Husband and I decided to stay a couple hours later, and within a few minutes of meeting my sister with my dad, I knew that we would have to stay at least the night.
Diagnoses so far? Stroke, TIA, diabetes, chronic hypertension, and probably general assholery now that Dad officially snuck out of the hospital for a smoke.
More to come later on this topic and the fall out.
I had planned on going home to visit with my family and hopefully husband's family, but of course we were already feeling tired the first day. I had a lovely time with my dad, and with my sister, and then I went home and had supper with my mom.
The next day we managed to see my mimi and pop-pop. After our time there, we took Pop-Pop to his ACTO (Alzheimer Caregiver Time-Out) group, and headed over to Sunset Cemetery to visit J's grandmother. We then went to see J's aunt and her family, before circling back to go see my sister again and get some peanuts from her. We left her house and went back to my mom's to get our stuff and got back on the road intending to leave town.
As you probably guessed, we intended to, but did not make it out of town. My mom called me and told me that my sister told her that my dad was disoriented and behaving strangely. Husband and I decided to stay a couple hours later, and within a few minutes of meeting my sister with my dad, I knew that we would have to stay at least the night.
Diagnoses so far? Stroke, TIA, diabetes, chronic hypertension, and probably general assholery now that Dad officially snuck out of the hospital for a smoke.
More to come later on this topic and the fall out.
