07/15/00 -- Anything but writing

And I mean anything but writing

Did I mention that I'm feeling uninspired?  That the last thing I want to do is sit in front of my computer and write?  Well, it's true.  And I spent today doing anything but.

I thought a lot this morning.  I paced.  Boy did I pace.  I read Edward Gorey.  I made my bed.  I straightened up a bit.  Anything.

Then Jennifer, Trey, Linda, Mark and I went to IHOP for breakfast.  Mark's curse was in full effect.  It took forever for us to get food.  They almost forgot Mark's pancakes.  We saw the Flying Godzilla.  It was scary.  Way too scary.  I'm not going to say anything more than that.

Back on campus, Jennifer and I wound up sitting in the cafeteria chatting with Maureen and Greg and a few other folks.  Fun stuff.  And, in my attempt to stay away from my room, I went with Greg and Maureen to Meijer's.  Actually, I drove.  They shopped for dinner stuff.  I bought gloves (for my hands/wrists which were both just awful yesterday) and ibuprofen and then beef jerky for Jennifer.

Back on campus (again), I dumped my stuff off in my room, grabbed my CDs, then went down to Maureen's to be a kitchen slave (after trying to find anyone else who might've also been willing -- I think everyone was either busy, out, or asleep).  I wound up snapping green beans for her.  And then for Greg.  I'm green-bean-girl!  My super power is my ability to tell stories about previous weeks' instructors while I snap fresh green beans.  Or something like that.

Maureen made amazing jambalaya.  Greg made fantastic vegetarian curry.  Maureen made bread pudding for dessert.  I think this was the best meal in the five weeks we've been here.

There'd been talk of Mafia, but never too loud lest the mere mention of it drive people away.  Instead, folks hauled out the croquet set and it rained.  After the rain stopped, they actually played.

I never realized what a vicious game that is.  Karen and Chris and I had great fun egging them on and being the peanut gallery.

There was conversation.  There was alcohol.

I wound up having way more to drink than I probably should have.  I was silly, then I got kinda quiet and introspective.  I dunno.  I hate when that happens, though.  Spent a lot of time looking at my hands/wrists.

I still haven't touched a story.  I don't have one.  I don't know what I'm going to do over the next six days.  And I can't believe there are only six days left.  I don't want it to end.  I really don't.

Oh, and bollocks to whoever says mozzies can't bite you through clothes.  I have a bite on my hand where I flicked one off after it bit me through a glove.  The fucker.

Oh.  The photo gallery is up on the ce2k webpages, too.  I'm not sure what's wrong with the background and stuff and, frankly, right now I don't care.  I'll fix it when I get home.  But there are pictures of us up now.  Just remember, there'll be quite a few pictures on some of the pages.  Those pages may take a little while to load.  I'll probably revamp that, as well, when I get back from Clarion.

Random thought.  I think I'm insecure and unwilling to admit that I need reassurance.  But I do.  And if I get it, I don't think I'll believe it.  Fucked up frame of mind to be in.

 

Okay, so other folks are talking about their productivity here.  I decided I may as well, too. This list (and my productivity) is subject to change without notice. :)
Title	Word Count	Finished	Critiqued?
"Where the Blood Roses Grow" Week one, first story.  Wahoo.  And I was worried that something wouldn't come.	5000	6/13	6/15
"Uprooting the Tree" Will probably change the title at some point.	3400	6/16	6/19
"Mockingbird Girl" I think I'm happiest with this story, so far.	2800	6/19	6/26
"Poor as Paupers, Rich as Royalty" My challenge story from Sean's week.  I hated writing it.  It gave me a toothache.	2000	6/22
That fucking first person narrative (not yet complete) - May never be completed.  Don't I feel like an idiot...	(400)
"Switched to Overload"  (That other fucking first person narrative) Actually, I like this one better than the one above it ...  Even if it did wind up being two first person narratives in one story.  o.O	4900	6/27	7/3
"Sweeter Than Honey, Stronger Than Wine"  (My Tananrive Due challenge story.  Write a story in the style of an author whose work you admire.  Aieee!  It was sort of supposed to be in the style of Tanith Lee.  I'm not sure I hit that.  But it's definitely got a Christina Rossetti influence.)	9200	7/2	7/10
"Hypothetical Beaches" I really hope it turns out to be not quite as stupid as I feel like it is.  Finished it just before Maureen and Greg's 24-hour moratorium on writing.  (In case you're wondering, it started from a free-write.)	2800	7/10	7/13
"From Time to Time" (unfinished) Fucked if I know what this is going to turn into if it will turn into anything over the next couple of days.  It's twisted.  Or at least a little gross.	(837)