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Hello from a place I can't describe
Sep. 30th, 2005 04:39 pmPosting from gmail isn't my favorite way to post, because of the way it inserts line breaks, but what the hell. I don't seem to be able to post from home any more easily than work, these days. Edit: I'm fixing this, because I just can't stand it.
I am doing okay. Not good, which is bad, but not bad, which is a relief. More concretely, my writing class started this week. It is scary (how else was it going to be?). I have two pieces due on Tuesday night: a 500-word-or-less story involving 5 or more characters1, and a 'normal' short-short that prominently features an object. Ummmmkay. An object. Maybe I can write about the piledriver outside my window. It amuses me to no end that we're all admittedly addicted to watching the piles plunging 60 feet into the earth, mesmerized by the force of the machine, etc, but nobody has once mentioned the sexual nature of the whole thing. How tactful and worksafe we all are.
Tonight there is a Porcupine Tree concert, and in 3.5 hours HLM and I will be there. Yay. :) I'm not happy with how little I've worked out this week, but at least I'm missing some workouts for good reasons.
1For this I at least have an idea. I was thinking of writing up The Day My Ferret Died, a story some of you know, for some later class, and then realized: me, my dad, my mom, the vet, the ferret. Five. *whew* It may actually be a challenge to get that one under 500 words, but no matter, I can almost always make a piece shorter. Longer is what's hard for me.
I am doing okay. Not good, which is bad, but not bad, which is a relief. More concretely, my writing class started this week. It is scary (how else was it going to be?). I have two pieces due on Tuesday night: a 500-word-or-less story involving 5 or more characters1, and a 'normal' short-short that prominently features an object. Ummmmkay. An object. Maybe I can write about the piledriver outside my window. It amuses me to no end that we're all admittedly addicted to watching the piles plunging 60 feet into the earth, mesmerized by the force of the machine, etc, but nobody has once mentioned the sexual nature of the whole thing. How tactful and worksafe we all are.
Tonight there is a Porcupine Tree concert, and in 3.5 hours HLM and I will be there. Yay. :) I'm not happy with how little I've worked out this week, but at least I'm missing some workouts for good reasons.
1For this I at least have an idea. I was thinking of writing up The Day My Ferret Died, a story some of you know, for some later class, and then realized: me, my dad, my mom, the vet, the ferret. Five. *whew* It may actually be a challenge to get that one under 500 words, but no matter, I can almost always make a piece shorter. Longer is what's hard for me.
