"Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life." - Lawrence Kasdan

..and the dog keeps eating mine.

but still, Oh! I am so full of delight-squeals and no-one to squeal to. Em's napping and i think nate's frolicking in the sun (in a rather restrained kind of way).

So all my squeals go here:

I got my lomographs developed! and unlike last time some of them worked out quite nicely. some from the trip down south worked out well...lots of em running away from the camera. at some point when nate gets his scanner working again or something i might put some on here. and you can see a wide variety of my loved ones running away from me.

more delight: i'd forgotten, but now i remember. kyle and i are going to do a graphic novel together. 'cos lately every time i sit down to write fiction i can't help thinking that it would be better as a graphic novel. and hell, i'm proud of kyle and i think he's going to be an incredible artist someday. so i might as well jump on the bandwagon right now. he's one of my favourite people.

and yes, i'm still running 'round in circles squeeling 'cos: em said last comment that she'd write stuff with me. ooh! and also one night i'm going to con em and assorted girls (including this one) into drinking and writing renga and stuff one girls' night.

and also, gosh darn it but i love my bicycle.

and sunshine.

and so much affection from so many delightful people lately.

time to go and play.

Draft Story for Em

Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she was born in a world shaped by stories. Nothing ever happened there except once upon a time, and noone was allowed to end anything except happily.

The little girl was called Inanna, and she was angry at the world but she didn't know why. When she was little every night she sat by her bedroom window and looked at the stars, and she named each and every one. In this world you could do that, because each star had to have a story. Each one was a goddess waiting by the river for her beloved, or a hunter pinned to the sky, or the tears of a dying queen. So there could only be so many stars, you see.

And when Inanna named the stars, she didn't tell herself little stories about them. She didn't tell herself anything except...
This star is called Judith, and anything might happen to her,
This star is called Amy, and she likes to dance, and that's all,
This star is called Seko, and when she grows up she'll be just a little bit taller.

Inanna grew older, and had the sorts of adventures that plucky young girls often have. The sort where people drink pop. And there are puppies with floppy ears. That sort of thing. Of course, all of these had perfectly happy endings, often with some sort of useful moral attached.

Which was all very well, but Inanna just got angrier and angrier at the world and she didn't know why. Somehow none of it seemed quite right, but every time she tried to change the shape of the story she was in it just snapped back into place.

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ok. enough for now. more later. tune in next week, children. kind of impatient and i should be drinking gallons of water or something. but i will finish it. promise. um.

bye!