July 12th, 2005
|09:03 am - Waking up, getting to work, and posting something I wrote last night with today in mind.|
I managed to get Tina from the airport last night around 6:30, and got her home around 7. I then did some various home improvement projects, trying to make the world livable for Tina again (she "won't live in a construction zone", so I do my best to get it all cleaned up before she gets back, and I consistently fail). That lasted until about nine, when I sat down to write. I was supposed to meet druidkirk and the gang at romandruid's but I never got a call that they were in until about 9:45, so I just got stuff done. It worked out well in the end.
I've been looking through old journal entries and getting them posted or converting them from paper to electronics. I've also been kicking the crap out of ADF stuff for the past week, getting loads done on the Dedicant training pages, the GSP pages, and the Grove Organizer's Handbook and Oak Leaves. I'm setting myself up for a good break, I hope. I think I won't be refilling slots in my schedule as I finish projects. It's about time for a good spring cleaning.
I've been spending a lot of time on my back porch, laptop plugged in and writing. It's heped me get a lot of writing done, including three new stories which will be unveiled in good time.
I was also contacted by a writer for Paramount for a writing sample. That bothers me on some level. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't want to write professionally. I have better things to do with my time. I think I just don't see writing as an "honest living", and think that, in general, people who do it expect society to care about them and give them cash for whatever they do.
Last night might have been a good night for a dip in the hot tub. It's been a while since I was in it last. I don't like using the hot tub when Tina's around because her window looks out into it, and I feel bad if I'm having fun with friends and she's in there trying to sleep.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: "Buttermilk Grove", -JB
Stop foaming at the mouth, dork. Can't you read the sign?
I couldn't read the damn sign because it had a picture of Kali claiming she was Vedic while being worshiped by American white girls. DUH. You need to get over yourself, like, seriously.
Hang on, I wrote a chant to help you figure it out:
Big antlered guy Ho!
Kali ma gets Jones
Sacred stone returns
Get over Serious
petty mouth foam drips
Chants can't be written
age means talent, Nicks
Roots dyed all brunette
Hoooo-boy, if dat don't just clear it all up!! On second thought, it doesn't clear up anything!! I'm taking my ball and going home, and you cannot use any of my work anymore for anything. It's mine, mine, mine!
Unfortunately, the only retort one can make to that is a childish, "Only babies go crying home to mommy!"
Fortunately, it's still remarkably true.
Well, of course you'd say that you dirty discordian.