I hate this chair

[greygirlbeast]

Yesterday, I wrote 752 words on the new story, which I am calling "Faces in Revolving Souls" until something better comes along. I am vexed by this piece. My best guess, I wasn't ready to write it; that is to say, it wasn't ready to be written. It feels forced, thin, disingenuous. The characters feel more like abstractions than actual people. At the moment, I have 1,338 words of the projected 5,000, and I'm hoping it finally comes together today or tomorrow. I'm hoping that something clicks and all the bits fall into place. I'm hoping I can ever love this one.

Last night, I read Judith Merril's "That Only a Mother" and James Blish's "Surface Tension." Both stories serve as reminders that sci-fi is all too often long on concept and devoid of good writing. The Blish piece was interesting, though, if only because it bears a superficial sort of similarity to The Dreaming #33, "Dream Below," and I know that I've never read it before.

The headache returned briefly yesterday, threatening to lock me up entirely. But I turned to the Green Fairy, and, by her grace, managed the aforementioned 752 words.

I want to get dressed in Victorian finery and spend the day at a museum. I don't want to be sitting here.

By the way, I am now accepting donations of laudanum and paragoric. Either. I'm not picky about such things.

I also managed to get the new Nar'eth pin-up posted to Nebari.Net last night. Thank you, Leh'agvoi (known to mere hoomans as "Setsuled").

Comments

[oneirophrenia.livejournal.com]

My latest massive bloody effort, "Coin-Operated Boy," which I've been slowly drawing out of me like so many pieces of glass embedded in my pericardium, has been helped along greatly by my good friends Clonazepam and Vicodin--both of which I take occasionally for my screwed-up joints and mangled muscles. They have the unique side-effect, though, of also giving me a strange sense of fortitude and confidence as well.

Next best thing to laudanum....

Though, right now, I would give my entire left leg for a decanter of a 12-grain preparation thereof. After the last week, I am entirely in the mood to Byron out, drink a gallon of the stuff from a monk's lacquered skull, and finish up the 12 billion projects I'm currently stuck in up to the hips.

[la-marquise.livejournal.com]

'Fraid this isn't pertaining to your entry... but dude, Farscape fan? Excellent. First one I've met on LJ thus far. Chiana is my favorite character... and judging by your other userpic and screen name that she's yours aswell? What a rebel. };D

[borggrrl.livejournal.com]

The headache returned briefly yesterday, threatening to lock me up entirely. But I turned to the Green Fairy...

It's not nearly as romantic as absinthe, but I've found that a shot (or two) of peppermint or cinnamon schnapps is good for promoting relaxation.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

I've found I must avoid schnapps. Tequila, that's another matter...

[borggrrl.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I'm distressingly scatterbrained today. I forgot to mention that I put the schnapps in a mug of hot cocoa.

Tequila and I don't get along unless it's mixed into a margarita.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

I forgot to mention that I put the schnapps in a mug of hot cocoa.

I'm afraid that would only make me sleepy. Hot drinks usually do.

Tequila and I don't get along unless it's mixed into a margarita.

Fortunately, I suffer no such disagreement with tequila.

[borggrrl.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that would only make me sleepy. Hot drinks usually do.


It usually has that effect on me as well, which I suppose means it wouldn't be so helpful if you were trying to get some writing done.

You know what? I'm just going to go over here and be quiet now. Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain.