Yesterday, I started writing a story. For absolutely no rational reason, I wrote a thousand words about a twelve year-old girl with, the improbable name of Annalouinda, who lives in a small town in Kansas, where nothing happens and it doesn't happen in the slowest, most boring way imaginable. She might be psychotic.
If this keeps up, I should just give in and write write, you know? Clearly my brain insists on writing, regardless. I should work on the Great Imaginary Novel instead of writing random and pointless scraps of nothing. (Although, like the Lent thing, this could be viewed as an exercise. I've never thought about mood before.*)
Also? It is a winter wonderland outside. They lied about the weather (as they frequently do) and it's sticking to the pavement. It's sticking to everything in sight. I cleaned four inches worth of their "maybe an inch" off my car this morning.
I had lunch plans for today but I know my friends well, so I packed a lunch this morning. That way, when I opened my email and saw messages from them, suggesting we reschedule, I was ready.
I'm stalling before I get today's work started. I don't know why. My first task is to read a pile of surveys submitted by 'Nuts who responded to my request for more specific information around what markets they're interested in
I wrote the survey, I made NewBoss Anais send it out, most of them filled it out and sent it in, NewBoss Anais printed them all out and brought them to me, and they've been sitting in a file folder on my desk for the last six weeks, waiting for me to have time to get to them.
Oh, and did I mention that I've chosen my next Great Course? I need to get it ordered this week, I hope it's still on sale. Quantum Mechanics. I tried to resist, but I just can't. Physics--quantum physics--is endlessly fascinating and the description of this one swears you don't need a PhD in math to understand the material.
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* I'm eager to get my reading course finished because I really do want to go back and listen to a couple of the earlier lessons. There was some good stuff around point of view and how selecting different points of view affects what you can do in the story, like setting mood or using narrative voice. This making conscious choices about this stuff is new to me, but I'm starting to find it very interesting.**
I'm also eager to finish because the mythology course is burning a (metaphorical) hole in my (mental) pocket. I love mythology and am looking forward to this course adding to my appreciation. (Also, the G.I.N., being a work of fantasy, requires me to ponder gods, goddesses, and divine intervention.)
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** I know you can completely stall yourself by spending too much time pondering process. I don't care. It's my hobby and I'll wander off on whatever tangents I find amusing.
...improbable name of Annalouinda...
Improbable? Have you read birth announcements in small Kansas towns lately?
writing random and pointless scraps of nothing
If you accumulate enough of them, you just throw them together and call it post-modern.
posted by: Jonathan Dresner on 04.07.10 at 03:50 PM [permalink]Kale? Kale? They named their son a vegetable? That's so wrong.
LOL. It's not aimless and eventless--it's post-modern! (I always think of The New Yorker when I think of post-modern.)
posted by: Anne on 04.08.10 at 08:14 AM [permalink]You should click on it again: today's crop is even better. Children condemned by their parents to a lifetime of spelling and explaining.... It's the funniest tragic thing in the (nearly worthless local) paper on a regular basis.
posted by: Jonathan Dresner on 04.09.10 at 10:51 AM [permalink]That's so SAD!
And yet, so funny. :)
posted by: Anne on 04.10.10 at 06:22 AM [permalink]