Rattling Windows

They creep me the fuck out. I'm just saying, like, when Ms L isn't here and it's all night and I know I need to get me sweet arse off to bed because, like, urgh, early morning, and the windows are rattling, it's creepy.

Upside is I totally have Faerie porn to read (yay!). Downside is if I read it tonight I'll be tired tomorrow (boo!). But I got my Academic CV finished (yay!). But I need to redraft my Textual Intercourse essay as an example of my academic writing (boo!). And I totally need to print off Passionate Trousers and seriously re-write it (boo!). And I went to the gym (yay!) but I ate 2 bars of chocolate (boo!) and the were Nestle (boo!). And it'll take me 7 hours a day at the gym to get the body I want for summer (boo!). Heh. Unless I just get someone else's body (Heh). That is clearly only funny in my head (boo!).

Stupid rattly, creepy windows.

Making Time with Alice

She's done it to me again.

Starting again and again and again

Getting my app through a variety of drafting stages, each one slightly different to the last. It's like a have a collection of slightly disfigured clones on my desktop. Hot.

I've also got publications under control (for now) and the book launch for Verge 09 is in November so, we can expect to see No Oblivion getting all shacked up under a tree any day now. I was amused that the editor thought there were points where it was "crass". I was all... "Sugar... it's about two people shagging under a tree in a park. This isn't exactly cupcakes and Lady Grey we're dealing with". So feeling pretty good right now, on the writing side.

The dollaz are under pressure, as per usual and I need to have a chat with my DATM to see whether he'll be kind enough to fund my time in Hong Kong. Urgh. I hate that conversation. It's so disempowering.

I'm going to rework my Beverly Farmer piece as an example of academic writing. That will be the project for tomorrow, but I totally need to settle down and do my Harry Chapter. I'm starting to get a little concerned about Passionate Trousers and I'm not sure where the draft I scrawled all over is. Damnit.

Picture time!!



There's a BRIDGE, CHAAARLIE!!! A BRIIIIIIDGE!!

Musings.

I had a delightful break in Sydvegas with Sins have have arrived back, newly baptised as Trashbat. The change of atmosphere was really delightful, very very different culturally from Melbourne. And I think I really like it there. The change, the difference, it felt really invigorating. I think it's partially because I feel that for the last three or four years I've been in a rut. And that's a very long time. It's not that I haven't been doing things, I have, absolutely. But it's all very long term commitment stuff, and I'm really wanting the pleasure of some immediate responses. So I thought I might look at maybe splitting my research. There is no way I'd sacrifice the wonderful Doc in Boots, she has to supervise. But I think that some time in a different context for a little while might be healthy. Will be healthy. I'm looking into other supervisors in NSW. I'm doing it and it feels good.

Teh sparkley, sparkley angst

Just finished the newest Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead (Blood Promise), so I need to re-look at my vampire paper and add to it. There's quite a bit of writing for me to do over the next month and I can't seem to get motivated enough to do it. I know I need to suck it up and get in there. I'm hoping to finish the short story first, as a sort of warm up, before going back to the Snow White stuff. I have to incorporate the Draco Trilogy stuff into my Harry Paper too. I know it's a case of heads down, bums up, but I'm a little scared to get back into it.

Yeah, I know. Suck it up, Princess.

The Very Secret Geekout

Having an epic Geekout watching Lord of the Rings extended editions with cast commentary. No analysis. Just wine and giggles.

Cup of tea, cup of tea, almost got a shag, cup of tea.

We’ve been watching a lot of Buffy recently. It’s been comforting to go back to it after an absence of quite a few years. There’s so much in there, but I think that Buffy is going to be one of the few texts that I can’t bring myself to tear apart. There’s so much in there, but I kind of enjoy just being able to watch it for the sake of watching it. Also, it’s kind of comforting in times of need. Like now. Pet boy is being an arse. Hopefully this arseyness is the end of all the arseyness. The grand Fuckoff has been issued. Now I just need the willpower to maintain it.
Buffy helps with that.