Dream of the Dolphin
Confessions of a Post-Graduate Pity Whore
End of VacationWhat already? Where the frell did it go? Okay, so I spent much of it getting my room in order. And while there are still massive amounts of filing to do, that much is done. The floor is... well, as clear as it's gonna get. I know where all my jewellery materials are. I watched a lot of movies. I read a lot of books. Didn't get a lot of correspondence done, or get my head CT from the hospital, or a bunch of other things. But I'm a lot more relaxed than I was a week ago.
So I resolved to get writing done during vacation week. At the beginning of vacation week, my wordcount looked like this:
at the end of vacation week, my wordcount looked like... um... this:
So on Saturday morning, Alice and I headed down to Chris's house (Chris is away) for writing weekend in the city. There was good pizza, and chocolate, and Chris's homicidal blinds that favour flinging clips at your eyes at high velocity. And at then end of the weekend, my wordcount looked like this:
See? I keep saying all I need is lots of time. :o)
Of course, it wasn't all writing. There was also some procrastination. Chris has magnetic Shakespeare fridge poetry. At the beginning of the weekend, her fridge was covered with random pieces. At the end? This. Bear in mind, each "paragraph" is a different poem, scattered in a different place on the fridge. We had some insightful commentary on the use of "beige space."
Drunk death doth curse yon melancholy bosom
This is the point at which we started running low on certain word categories.
Thou hast much discontent of manner
This one is my favourite. It's called "Not Quite a Haiku". The punctuation does not actually appear on the fridge.
This one is "Scraping the Barrel"
Lazy man does like woe ere then
And this one is called "Ode to Leftovers"
How too if there
( 10:48 PM ) Sarah Jane ~