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So, um, is 1,450 words too long for one segment of a 5 things fic? >_< 4 pages in Word. Huh.

Brevity is not my friend.

Also, this fic? Is SO not one of the ones I should be working on. Really. I have two ficathon fics, a rabid bunny of plot and THIS is what starts writing itself?

Well. Fine, then.

ETA: All right, MSN messenger, why will you not sign me in? Look, AIM works. Look, MSN Explorer works. Let me on! Seriously.

Is it LJ acting up, or is it the friggin blizzard out there affecting my internet connection? Anyone know?

ETA: Sara, click on the lj status link they give you. It will tell you things like the database IS being wonky and it's not you. >_<

And, because I'm so nice, here is some pretty pretty oh-so-damn pretty music:

Ships, Umbrella

This is in the so-damn-pretty category. Good lord. The instrumental sections? Things of BEAUTY. The subject of this post comes from the lyrics. You may recognize it from Grey's Anatomy, since it was featured pretty heavily in commercials awhile ago.

And just like ships we float through each others' lives
Like the waters of beauty and grace
And one day we dock at the same port
And give rest to our weary legs...

America--it's Josh Groban singing a Paul Simon song. GUH.

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said
though I knew she was sleeping.
"I'm empty and aching and
I don't know why..."
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've come to look for America.

Nowhere Warm Kate Havenik (also featured in an episode of Grey's)

I go nowhere high
Go nowhere warm
Until you're by my side
Your hand in mine
And I've always known
You're like a feather
You go where wind and fire melt together
But I'm sure you're on your way home.
Yes, I'm sure you're on the road.

One more: the acoustic version of 3 am by Matchbox 20. Because everyone knows this song, but this version is so friggin emotional and beautiful. GUH.

And this is the type of playlist I have right now. PRETTY.

I am so going to try and work on my Bruce/Richard epic of massive proportions and angst. Because I think I need to post it so I'm forced to finish it--part one is complete, barring some blockage about the end of chapter one. (Which is, I admit, a significant block when it comes to posting it... since I'd need to post THAT first.)

So the agenda is to get that done and see if maybe I have a volunteer beta-reader? ::whistles innocently::

ETA: OMG, this comic amuses me no end.

( Halloween in Maine )

To amuse you, a conversation that totally did not happen precisely this way last night:

Me, trying (and failing) to unlock the car door: I couldn't get it in the hole!
aradiachiba: [dissolves into giggles]
Me: I mean the key. I couldn't get the key in the hole. If I were a man, I'd suck at sex.
aradiachiba: You suck at sex?!
Me: Yes. If I were a man, I would.
aradiachiba: Oh, I thought you said you DID suck at sex.
Me: No, no, I'm the hole, not the key. If I were the key, I'd suck at sex. I'm the hole, so I don't suck at sex. If I were the key, I wouldn't want to have sex with myse--let's not touch that.
aradiachiba: I think that's best.

And that totally did NOT lead to the phrase "suck at sex" being repeated ad nauseam until it sounded like "socket-sex," at which point the conversation did not completely die.


Dancing with the Stars is on, and has a Halloween theme! Hmm, interesting.

...Mario Lopez is TOTALLY wearing eyeliner. O_O Well. I didn't expect that to be this sexy. (HA! Anything Mario does/wears is sexy!)


....O_O

Joey is doing the TANGO to "The Addams Family" theme song??

Wow.

The eyeliner is REALLY working for me. Hooooooey.




We had precisely 6 doorbell rings, and less than 20 trick-or-treaters. ::sighs:: Here I am mourning my childhood. Although, one of my students said today "Ms. _________, where do you live? I'll come trick or treating at your house!" I said, "I live 40 minutes away from here." He said, "Oh. Well, maybe not, but I would if I could."


Halloween left me ABSOLUTELY BEYOND EXHAUSTED. OMG those kids were out of control today. We put together paper skeletons in science for our unit on the skeletal system, and it took two hours of the afternoon... so I'm glad I decided to switch that to BEFORE the mindless fun Halloween packet. ;) aradiachiba helped me make and decorate cupcakes that I brought in. I hid them under my desk and somehow managed to get them out, around the desk and on the front table before any of the kids noticed. I was surprised!






Huh, so NaNoWriMo's FAQ says fanfic counts. That is, if I were to write 50,000 words on the Founders, that could count as completing Nano.

Intriguing.

And a bit tempting, as all my original ideas seem to be hiding or physically avoiding me as best they can.

And Salazar and Helga won't shut up.

...

And yet, I feel like it's... cheating. In some vague, undefined sort of way.

Does that make sense?

::sigh::

I'm tired. Bed after the show. =P

NaNo decisions tomorrow, possibly when I'm writing. (HA!!)

So, I had a WONDERFUL brainstorm last night. Complete with beautiful prose and insightful dialogue and a glorious plot.

I love when that happens and you feel like a story is writing itself; it's not you who is writing, it's the story and characters USING YOU to be written.

...I hate when this happens at 4:30 am when you've just woken to roll over and the very idea of even reaching for the light--never mind paper and pen, or a computer--is too daunting to even consider.

::slams head against wall::

So, of course, all I'm left with today is an intense DESIRE to write and a vague recollection of something that was beautiful and lovely and inspired coming to me in my half-asleep state. And a general sense of mourning for this lost story.

On a related note, I was spacing out today while reading and I actually grabbed paper and pen, because I had the beginnings of a story coming to me, but by the time I uncapped my pen, I was at least four paragraphs into the story and finding the first sentence again was impossible, and capturing even the general plotline would have stopped the story in its tracks. So instead I just let it go and now I'm not even sure what it was about. =P

I think my brain moves too fast for me, sometimes.



It is nice to know I have ideas and the ability to find words for them, again. I was a little afraid that all those papers at the end of the semester had pushed everything creative from my brain forever.


Now I just have to re-learn how to harness those ideas and slow my brain down enough to capture it all in Word or on paper. ;)


(...Of course, the last time I felt this inspired and creative and WANTED to write this badly was when I wrote Believe, using the prompt to involve Ernie MacMillan and the Fat Friar in a fic. And I'm rather happy with how that turned out, so maybe I'll just open Word and see if my muses and breeding plot bunnies take over.)

My mother thinks I'm insane, since I tried to explain to her how losing last night's inspiration bothered me. And when she noticed me spacing out on the couch and asked what I was thinking about, I couldn't really figure out how to answer her. She doesn't understand how my brain works; I'm not sure I understand how it works--sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm in control at all. ;)

I truly love the RENT movie soundtrack. The *music*... dude. Just... I think the instrumental parts kick ass.

Sometimes you get a cd, you know, and you immediately love it. And sometimes it takes a few listenings to decide what you think of it, you know? Idina Menzel's is definitely the former and Anthony Rapp's was the latter. And the decision I came to is that I *do* love it.

Certain songs in particular. I *love* Goodbye. Dunno why. And Living Alive took me a while to decide on, but I DO love it. Guh.

And then there's Adam Pascal, and I've had his cds for about a year, and Civilian? So much love for that cd. Ordinary Men Abound may well be an all-time favorite song.

I have OBC!Rent-cast joy.

And I AM a geek, and definitely read all of Anthony Rapp's posts/responses on Broadway World.com, and can I just fangirl him for a while? Cause, dude. He rocks. AND he's a Red Sox fan. (In the only way that matters, after all-in that he's not a Yankee fan. ;) Apologies to any Yankee fans out there.) And is not a fan of George W. Which is enough for me.

The weather is stinky. Stupid Maine. Every morning, cold and snowy. And grey, now. Fun.

The furnace is fixed. SO happy about this. God, heat is good. It was 62 when we woke up this morning, and went DOWN to 60 by the time the furnace guy left. Now it's a normal, tolerable temperature in the house. Wee!!

But my poor kitty threw up all over the place. Poor little Chip. :\

On the other hand, we think Febreze should hire Mo as a spokes-kitty, because after cleaning the icky with appropriate pet-safe carpet cleaner, I sprayed Febreze all over the rug. And Mozart, being the silly kitten he is, proceeded to have fits of glee and roll and roll and roll himself around the living room carpet. Oh, his joy.

He loves Febreze.

We timed him. He rolled around, and stopped and flopped back over to roll some more, for at *least* half an hour. Now Mo's sleeping. On the febrezed carpet.

It's rather hysterical.


And, oh, RENT has me in SUCH a fandom grip. It's upsetting, because there's not much AT ALL out there, by means of good fic. Theanna, I am THIS CLOSE to setting up something just for good fic. But the problem would be finding anything to PUT there.

Oi.


On an up-note, I finally switched POVs and am very nearly on page 9 with current word count 2,592. Which is a lot. Considering I'm still setting the darn thing up. And I have a fairly good game plan. Here's praying this doesn't fall victim to school once the new semester starts...

But anyway. Having one of those 'what do I do with myself?' moments... BORED. Guh.