Literary Lovechild (original) (raw)
I HAVE LOST ALL MY HARRY POTTER FICS.
That is all.
Unless you happen to have them. Then, you know, let me know.
Also, just for the record, I don't come here anymore. I'm at Tumblr! I'm lissadiane over there. If anyone's still around here. I don't even know.
Anyway. That's all.
November 9th, 2011
1. On Wednesday, I killed my car battery and then the bank turned me down for a credit card because I don't make enough money to pay my bills.
2. On Saturday I blew up my car and called a tow truck.
3. On Monday they finally got around to towing me.
4. On tuesday they were too busy to look at my car and I got stuck in a sixx hour town council mEeting.
5. On wednesday I got in a fight with my boss and my friend/co-worker threw me under a metaphorical bus.
6. I'm doing three and a half people's jobs at work.
7.My car is unfixable.
November 6th, 2011
Things are so rough right now.
October 20th, 2011
I have officially signed up for NaNoWriMo!
The problem is, I wanted to turn a short story (the one I posted a few months ago about William and the boy with wings in the alley) into a novel but I don't think that's allowed. But that is the story in my head! What do I do?! It was going to be awesome.
August 20th, 2011
Holy crap. It'd 5am, I can't sleep, and so I decided to come write in here and then wondered what I was doing 10 years ago. I checked my archives and realized this journal was only 9.5 years old so I read a few weeks from 9 years ago...
I should have beeen medicated.a long time ago. Kinda appalled.
August 14th, 2011
Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix came on tv and I was watching with my mother, who has not seen any movie since the first one nor read any books. She was understandably confused, and I had to narrate and catch her up every few moments.
That is when the following conversation happened:
Mom: Who's that?
Me: That's Draco Malfoy. He--
Mom: Oh. He's the gay one!
Me:... Uhm...
Mom: He's got a crush on Harry Potter. I listen when you talk!
I worry that I've somehow corrupted my mother's innocent view of the world and a series of children's books. Somehow.
June 19th, 2011
My LJ is like 12 years old or something now. That's crazy. I realized at my high school reunion that I'd started it in high school, and I graduated ten years ago. I'm a little scandalized. Time goes fast.
So, I went to my reunion last weekend and I had an awesome time. I drank a little too much because a guy I used to like offered me a drink. And it was peer pressure, or something. And I caught up with a lot of people I hadn't seen since graduation. And it was actually nice. And two guys I spent all of high school madly in love with actually remembered my name. Win.
In other news, I had my three month job-iversary, yay! I get a raise, yay!
Also, Aiden's turning four very soon.
Time goes so, so fast.
June 5th, 2011
Son of a bitch. I was fully comfortable with not going to my reunion and now I have to. And I don't know what to wear and no one I like is going to be there.
This is a bad idea.
May 29th, 2011
I know that I missed out on dating and all those awkward things young people do because I was too scared and fucked up and hated myself too much... But I didn't know I'd missed having my own family too until my best friend told me yesterday.
I feel kind of sick. I was scared this would be forever and now apparently it is. I don't know what the point in getting up every morning is when you're alone all the time.
I was looking at my yearbook last night because I've been covering grads for the newspaper's special section and my reunion is in two weeks and I don't know if I want to go.
I'm so filled with regrets right now, I just want to cry.
I can't though. I'm at work.
Informal poll: Going to the reunion as a chronically, perpetually single woman doomed to live alone forever and ever amen will elicit jealousy from the multitudes of married and/or happily committed people I graduated with, or will elicit pity and/or mockery?
Why do I feel like I'm the only one who never grew up?
April 30th, 2011
Dear writers/people who've read my stuff:
What does "show, don't tell" even mean? Do I have a problem with that? What parts of writing do I suck at? Which parts don't I suck at? What can I do to get better?
Thank you.
PS my story about valkyries and what happens when you sell your firstborn and then back out of the deal and an epic love between a prince and the boy who loathes him retelling of the Orpheus myth is 62000 words. Hurray!
PS uh, bloodplay-ish scene with wings and terror and desperate sex is a goood if accidental addiction to my novel, yes or no. Huh