"Incoming orbital bombardment, including plasma attack. Repeat, orbital with plasma. Maximum shields ( Read more... )

Other than being tied to the house loan for next 20 years I'm super happy about new home. It's a peculiar little apartment in a 1910's jugendstil castle, all strange angles and totally unreasonable little nooks. I feel so at home already.

small but irritating problem: my hair needs washing every 5 days. But the week is 7 days, and so it's impossible to match my hair-wash schedule to co-incide with ballet lessons, after which I in any case need to wash hair.

Going through the stuff in the basement in preparation for possible move: why after sorting boxes of memorabilia it feels like I've been digging a ditch? Even if the contents are flyers etc. so it's not physical tiredness but mental. I'm not that nostalgic for my youth, but certainly each year passed is a year of possibilities cemented into one ( Read more... )

The whole Puppy debacle (re: Hugo awards) has left me with a perverse desire to read military science fiction. I also went and wrote a story set in a space army, and hubby was quite disgusted at how much it managed to sound like those 13-in-a-dozen "Men Fought at the Winter War" books... does not sound like a compliment, I know, but it was hard ( Read more... )

The urban fantasy story has been abandoned for now. For whatever reason I can't get it rolling. Plenty of text comes out, but it does not lead anywhere ( Read more... )

I started re-reading some Banks stuff I've last time read in my teens (now Against a Dark Background), and damn! lot of ideas I've thought were my own, greet me on the pages. Somehow smugly smirking too, even if I don't know how's that possible for a paragraph in a book. How disappointing... if I re-read all the books I've ever read, will I ( Read more... )

Rush, worry, stress, trying to present oneself as a responsible adult... the best thing in this rushed day was seeing two skateboarder dudes sitting on a bench in park, their feet resting on their boards, sun shining in their blonde leg hair. They looked so carefree and uncomplicated, doing nothing, just sitting there as if the world was complete. ( Read more... )

I notice an unfortunate pattern emerging: the writing urge seems to co-incide with me having something else necessary to do. Like, having to write an article I'm actually paid for, or being expected to be sociable with relatives, or whatever. Because right now I should be writing an article for a magazine that actually *pays*, and what am i ( Read more... )

And then I have this theory about Genji Monogatari. I think it was written as a result of court ladies discussing the qualities of an ideal lover, and then ms. Murasaki went and wrote sort of fan fiction thing including all the ladies who wished.