Cytherene Wolfe-Dracion's Journal
Monday, October 15, 2007
8:02PM - In other news...
Work on the novel proceeds as usual. In a fit of blahs, I figured I'd lay out their latest hidey-hole. As spartan and forbidding as it is, and as boring as their location tends to be, I have only one thing to say.
Damn, can I design a swanky pad. I'd want to live there, if I were more suited for colder temperatures and didn't mind not having windows. Or having absolutely no cell-phone reception. (And no other form of phone.) Basic creature comforts are mostly out, too. Still sounds like somewhere I'd like to go, even if only for a weekend.
cheerfulSunday, October 14, 2007
10:50PM - This is quickly becoming a rant journal.
I was hoping this wouldn't just be a rant journal, but as it appears that's much of what I'm posting...that's probably what it'll be. Ah, well; skip to the next entry on your friends list, if you should so choose.
( Literati Gripes )
( A Belated Confession )
Wow. No one should have that much built up over the course of a couple days.
boredSunday, September 30, 2007
11:06PM - Well, that went well.
Thankfully, there haven't been any more customer-service related faux-pas to relate. Actually, I've had a pretty good time of things--well, except when the weather's playing games, but when isn't it?
Hit up the local metaphysical convention today, and much fun was had by all. Caught up with a few old acquaintances (and even made a couple new ones) and brought home lots of nifty things. I think one of the booth owners creeped out my husband, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be recovered from; lots of people in a small space will always mean closer proximity than normal, and he's an even bigger fan of his personal space than I am of mine. Afterwards, we hit Borders (always a good time there), got food, and headed home. It was looking like the afternoon might be quite active, so we figured it was the best place to be. Fortunately, all we really got was wind and some (chilly) sprinkles. Keeping my fingers crossed that it's the same way for Tuesday and Friday. With all hope and good faith, I won't have to concern myself with this variety of severe weather in three weeks; as much as I hate cold, I am completely down with winter weather at this point.
Work on my novel continues; once Chapter 25 is complete, I'm four chapters away from accomplishing my goal set in December of last year (Hoo, boy, I'm coming up on that year faster than I thought!), and there's every possibility of it expanding beyond the original chapter count--be it before or after the editing process. Even if this thing never makes it past the evaluation stages (entirely possible, but anything is), I'm hanging on to it; if not now, then maybe later it will come into its own.
And now, to work on my next project:
( Boring stuff under here )
creativeSaturday, September 15, 2007
3:48AM - Customer Service Vent # 1
( Under cut to spare people the inanity. )
In other news, work continues on the tattoo design. I'm on to Phase Two.
angryFriday, September 14, 2007
5:05PM - Just a day.
Yep, it's been one of those.
1.) At the very least, I appear to be getting over my Monster Cold fairly quickly. The intervention of Zicam, orange juice, frequent tea drinking (I'm starting to run rediculously low), and Benadryl (ah, nothing like eight hours' sleep and being able to breathe--all at once!) seems to have helped.
2.) While I have no active interest in forming a boycott or anything, I don't care HOW GOOD Cingular/AT&T might be, they won't get my service so long as they keep butchering the English language in their commercials. I already hated the commercial with the kid talking as if she was in the "Under 18 and Uneducated" chatroom, but getting adults into it? GRANDPARENTS?! I swear, if my grandparents ever caught me talking like that, they'd give me a righteous sound boxing of the ears.
Of course, the easy thing to do is just turn away from the commercial when it starts rolling. If it was just some petty commercial that only had a couple of offensive elements, I'd probably do that--or just hit mute and go into the kitchen for a second, or something equally quiet and inoffensive. However, the idea that chat/netspeak in place of legitimate English speaking is acceptable--nay, popular--in society as a whole (on an offline scale, anyway, since I have serious doubts the Internet can be salvaged) is just so horrifying that a little part of me dies every time I just think about it. It reminds me of the time I was talking to someone, and they actually got on my case for using full words and complete sentence structure because they thought it was too formal.
Too formal? Hell, I didn't realize that acting like I actually paid attention in class was formal. If I didn't go to school to learn, then what the fuck was I doing there to begin with?!
And this came from someone who claimed to be about a year younger than I am. The writer and the English teacher within me wept bitter, bitter tears. I mean, I'm not flawless or anything, but if using full words and complete sentences with at least 98% proper sentence structure and grammar is too formal, then yes, I do have a log the size of a fully-grown California Spruce shoved up my ass, thank you for noticing!
Ahem. Moving on.
3.) So I've considered getting a tattoo in the past. This has been complicated by three things: design, duration, and discomfort. Finding a design I like enough to have permanently stuck on my skin has been a significant challenge over the years, as there really hasn't been much that says "me". There have been many that have popped into my head vying for the position, but interest has waxed and waned over time--definitely not good candidates for a permanent inking. And finally, there's the discomfort angle: needles and I don't have the best history. Giving blood was fine, injections were fine--well, except for the surgery. Student doctor + angled needle + first-time surgery and reapplying anaesthesia in a place the original didn't extend to? OUCH. (Yes, I was awake for that procedure. Wouldn't you be?)
However, in the end, I think I've actually come up with something I wouldn't mind. The exact design is still in the revision stages, but all the basic elements are there. Of course, even in black-and-white, it's going to probably be obnoxiously expensive, and even adding the single colored element is not going to be pocketbook-friendly, but it's there. Now, I just have to get it exactly where I want it.
More later. Campaign notes to write, design revision to work on, and a novel chapter to finish.
annoyedWednesday, September 12, 2007
8:35PM - Heh.
This should be interesting. It's nice to have a place where I don't have to be actively concerned that "ZOMG! Someone's gonna read something in my journal, flip out, and take all sorts of wonky vengeance!" Or some crap like that. We'll have to see how it goes, but I'm liking it already. Nothing fancy--just functional.
Oh, and let the records show: I hate colds.
sick