allfireburns: Epitaph!Whiskey with blood on her hands. (heart in concert with the mind)
This post is just going to be a succession of unconnected... things, because I cannot be bothered to make it coherent. Deal with it. :|

1) I had to default on Yuletide. This annoys me, but I had nothing written and no ideas, and even if I had somehow managed to whip out something before the deadline, it would likely only be disappointing to the recipient, which I did not want. I'm hoping I'll be able to write some treats for people or something to make myself feel better. There are some fandoms I am dying to write in, so hopefully something will click.

2) I've been canon reviewing for [livejournal.com profile] w_for_wizard for months now. Because I'm dumb and keep picking up book characters (...okay, two). And because I keep trying to read, like, four books at once, this canon review is moving along more slowly than some glaciers. But I finished reading Fool Moon yesterday. And typed up my notes... which turned out to be three times longer than my notes for SF. The rest of this canon review is going to be fun. (The idea is that if I take enough notes, when I'm done I will only have to drag out the books when I need to remember a specific line or description or something. Chances this theory is true: slim to none.)

More TDF rambling under the cut - mention of That Spoiler for Changes )

Anyway. I really need to speed up my canon review if I want to be done by the time Ghost Story is out. Which... would be really, really nice, but doesn't seem too likely at this point.

3) SO I AM HAVING THIS PROBLEM WITH RP. ...before anyone freaks out, it isn't with a specific game or person. It's more a general sort of thing that is bothering me, possibly because I am just neurotic and worry about these things way more than I really should.

ANOTHER CUT. This one just in case you don't care about my RP flailing. )

4) Possible Christmas party with Beka tomorrow. (Uh. Later today, actually, at this point.) I might have to be sociable. With people. Out in the world. Oh god I might die.

...I mean. Getting out of the house is awesome and all, but OH GOD PEOPLE. STRANGERS, EVEN. I AM NEVER GOOD AT THAT SORT OF THING. *Hides forever* ...and I should probably go to bed right fucking now if I want to get anything done before I have to go out in the world. Crap.
allfireburns: Topher and Claire, sitting on the floor of his room. (just someone who looks like me)
Mrrph. Today is just... hard.

I woke up and my heart was freaking out, like it does from time to time. And the animals would not leave me alone, and knocked over the trash while I was taking a shower. And then I became convinced for some reason that the world would end if I did not clean my room right away (despite the whole... my heart is trying to kill me issue), and now just walking across my (very small) room is so exhausting I kind of want to cry.

I am too exhausted to sleep. How does that happen? Though I guess it probably didn't help that the cat decided to use me as a jungle gym the last time I attempted sleep.

On a vaguely related note, I had one of Seanan's CDs on repeat while I was cleaning, and I finally actually listened to "Four-Color Love" (sometimes it takes me, like, a year to actually pay attention to a song, okay?), and now I really want to write a superhero story. Which would be fine, except I don't know anything about superheroes. I don't like superheroes.

...of course, I said the same thing about fairies not that long ago, and now I am knee-deep in fae in both my original writing and my RP life. These things happen.
allfireburns: Eleven, River and Amy on the Byzantium. With a comfy chair. (we've got comfy chairs)
  • [livejournal.com profile] jaeled: As far as the magic of the Wood is concerned--it centers more around changing the reality of an object or its seeming than anything else. Most magics are illusory or change a thing's nature, if not its essence--for example, people being turned into cats.
    [livejournal.com profile] jaeled: But tttcat 0k sface s-eao0jg -f
    allfireburns: ...and then Jae became a cat.

    ...that happened a couple weeks ago, but it needed to be shared anyway.

  • So my dad's packing up his house, because no one is going to be living in it very soon, and he keeps sending me boxes of stuff. The boxes of books were awesome! And there's a box of winter clothes that will be awesome before long. But today we got a box of... papers? From kindergarten to third grade?
    I don't know what I am expected to do with this box, but Beka decided she would post the best parts. IT IS STRANGELY HILARIOUS. Tiny!me seems to be offended by toucans.

  • My back is trying to kill me when I stand up. And sometimes when I try to sit upright at all. This is not exactly conducive to productivity and oh my god, this had better stop before I have to wander around New York City for a day or two, because otherwise I am going to cry. And then kill everything.

  • THIS IS THE BEST PART, YOU GUYS. I MADE AN RP (okay, so some other people were involved too :|).

    [livejournal.com profile] babylonwood

    Don't ask me how I keep getting involved in creative projects that have fairies when I... really don't know what to do with fairies, most of the time. It just keeps happening. But anyway. Apps open at the beginning of September, actual playing starts a couple weeks later, and it will be awesome. September cannot happen soon enough.
allfireburns: Gwen Cooper. Text: "If you think I'm bulletproof you're wrong." (if you think I'm bulletproof...)
I am realizing that I can't really get incredibly drunk anymore. Every time I start to get tipsy, I get really nauseous too. This is somewhat annoying. On the bright side, [personal profile] ordinarygirl found some awesome rum that tastes delicious when used for pina coladas (and is not absolutely vile when drinking it straight), so that's good!

Here, have a link to my thread on that id meme that's been floating around. I really can't guess at what answers I'm likely to get here. This devolved into rambling that may be why I've been having weird blocks about writing? I don't know. )

And this disjointed ramble stopped being about id-fic long ago. In my defense, I have had quite a bit of alcohol today, even if I'm not terribly drunk. *Clears throat* Um. Carry on, then. I am going to wander off and try to write (ahahaha, I say that every day and it never works)... after I figure out why the fingers on my right hand are all kind of numb. It may have something to do with wrenching my shoulder when I wandered into the kitchen to grab a drink - don't ask how I did that, I'm just talented that way.