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A frightening revelation came to me in the wee early hours of the morning when I should have been sleeping. Actually, I was getting ready for bed, which, while close to the actual sleeping process, isn't sleep proper. But, anyway.
The frightening revelation is this: I'm going to turn into one of THOSE kinds of women. The kind that fret and freak out about every tiny fine line and wrinkle. It hit me because last night (okay, this morning, but who's splitting hairs?) I actually USED one of those teensy "free gift with purchase" jars of uber-expensive moisturizer, often sold by very snooty women in smocks.
Because now, at almost 29, it occurs to me. Holy crap, I'm going to get old.
So, between moisturizers sold by cranky elitist women in smocks and my vast collection of novelty pajama bottoms, I should muddle into my 30's with very little emotional scarring.
But, on a brighter note -- I think the writer's block has begun to disintegrate! Whee! I didn't do it alone -- Evvie helped (as she always does, and so wonderfully), and Weenie's picture did wonders too.
But, you see, now I've got this creepy Naraku/Onigumo one-shot festering (because, really, what else do you see a fic like that doing?) in the back of my head. So, I could either work on 39, like a good little do-bee, or try and figure out Naraku's voice.
Usually I totally dig the road less traveled, but it's taken me so long to get where I'm excited about 39 that I feel like if I don't carpe the diem, that little flicker of interest is going to fizzle out. Like Mr. Shelley said:
"A man cannot say, 'I will compose poetry.' The greatest poet even cannot say it: for the mind in creation is as a fading coal which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness: this power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our natures are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure."
*sigh* Yeah, I know -- I'm a big ol' geek. :D
Well, I've got lecture notes to get ready for tomorrow, so I think I'll get a little writing out of my system first so I don't spend all my "work" time thinking about other things.
The frightening revelation is this: I'm going to turn into one of THOSE kinds of women. The kind that fret and freak out about every tiny fine line and wrinkle. It hit me because last night (okay, this morning, but who's splitting hairs?) I actually USED one of those teensy "free gift with purchase" jars of uber-expensive moisturizer, often sold by very snooty women in smocks.
Because now, at almost 29, it occurs to me. Holy crap, I'm going to get old.
So, between moisturizers sold by cranky elitist women in smocks and my vast collection of novelty pajama bottoms, I should muddle into my 30's with very little emotional scarring.
But, on a brighter note -- I think the writer's block has begun to disintegrate! Whee! I didn't do it alone -- Evvie helped (as she always does, and so wonderfully), and Weenie's picture did wonders too.
But, you see, now I've got this creepy Naraku/Onigumo one-shot festering (because, really, what else do you see a fic like that doing?) in the back of my head. So, I could either work on 39, like a good little do-bee, or try and figure out Naraku's voice.
Usually I totally dig the road less traveled, but it's taken me so long to get where I'm excited about 39 that I feel like if I don't carpe the diem, that little flicker of interest is going to fizzle out. Like Mr. Shelley said:
"A man cannot say, 'I will compose poetry.' The greatest poet even cannot say it: for the mind in creation is as a fading coal which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness: this power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our natures are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure."
*sigh* Yeah, I know -- I'm a big ol' geek. :D
Well, I've got lecture notes to get ready for tomorrow, so I think I'll get a little writing out of my system first so I don't spend all my "work" time thinking about other things.
