Shit. Eleven days since I last posted.
If I thought anyone would believe me, I'd say I've been busy. But really I've been actively abandoning all things thoughtful. Introspective. Because those things don't automatically result in hilarity. Unlike, for example, grande chai tea lattes and trail mix cookies from Starbucks! See what I mean about the not thinking? Starbucks embraces the not thinking. I am Starbucks' bitch, and it pleases me to stay that way.
What's weird about that is: I can sleep. Despite the caffeine, despite the semi-stress of thinking about writing and not being much able to shut that off when I get into bed at night. Stories are fun! Fiction is for the good! Also there is class stuff, non-fiction-like, and that's, uh, coming along. But I can't warm to it like I can to the pretending and the sentence fragments.
Actually, worryingly, I think my joy-ish and burbling spew of inspiration is starting to affect my assignments. Like I just handed in a short piece about having to inject myself with Enbrel every week, and it was really loose. Like waving around and letting the bitterness banner fly. It was satisfying to write, but I'm fairly certain it didn't work. For me. If I were its boss, I'd be thinking about letting it go. But that's up to the class and Lynne, the professor. How much they like run-on sentences and similes. Possibly some made-up words.
Why is the weather suddenly nice? How did that happen? In the Endowment Lands, the ditches are still full of rain water. Happy splashes through them and snorts like a sea lion. What's wrong with a simile, anyway? I'm getting a fair amount of exercise, and that might account for the good sleeping and not-good-but-plentiful writing. I have so many things I want to be making but they're still too close to things I should do, so instead I just imagine them and doodle in my sketchbook and listen to running commentaries and bathe a lot.
I'm going to give my dog a pig's heart for Valentines day. I gave her one today and realized I'd jumped the gun. Gun jumper me.
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I tried one of those trail mix cookies, the other day. It was tasty good. It was tasty good, and now I want another one.
It's nice with the little demons leave you alone so that much can be accomplished (including sleeping).
How long does it take Happy to eat a pig's heart?
About two minutes? She's a pretty slow eater. For some dogs it would be a bite-size snack. Happy takes her time.
the piece was great.
Oh YOU KID.
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