novel? what novel?
Nov. 7th, 2003 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhylli should be writing. nanowrimo is actually not going that badly - it seems unlikely that i'll get up to 50,000 words, but i am writing a lot more than i usually do. i'm up to around 4,000 words now.
unfortunately at the current point in the story my two protagonists are both 13, which means that either i have to find a way to fast-forward to some point in their lives when they're older, or i have to refrain from having any of my usual introspective, slightly disturbing and sexual interludes.
hmm.
the other problem with writing is that not only am i happy, but the house is becoming increasingly social.
plan A for yesterday was that ali and i would go shopping in the morning, and then i would do lesson plans and tutoring and stuff, and maybe some writing. instead, we stopped at Nate's work to comfort him for the car thing. and then we went to a bakery to wait for him to come and have lunch with us.
where, unfortunately, we engaged in a rather explicit and amusing (to us) conversation about labia. and this old woman sitting next to us kept looking over at us and smiling encouragingly.
and then emily came out for lunch, too.
so it ended up with ali and em and i back at our place watching monty python and the holy grail, ali and i accidentally getting drunk in the process.
and when i got back from tutoring we had some nasty, nasty shots.
hehe. and i called my mother. i bet she loves my drunken phonecalls. plus i made ali talk to her.
tehehe.
we were raucous, irritating, drunk girls. and i suspect we talked about labia far too much, and giggled hysterically way too much.
there were some other weird events, too. but i've gone on long enough. suffice to say yesterday was unproductive.
also, i must say that because he is. everything is sweeter than candy just now. and everyone is probably sick of hearing how happy he makes me, but fuck it. just one more time (ha. sure.) it's like having my best friend back, and it's such a relief, and i don't feel insecure and awful and hostile anymore. i can ask for stuff without feeling like i'm so crap noone would want to make me happy. i can believe him when he says he loves me. oh, and i can hold him down and punch him repeatedly while i try to make him say uncle. (i'm sure he loves that.) um. yeah. i'll stop now. *blush*
actually, i feel like writing
'cos em makes our house (and especially garden) a wonderful place to live, and i just want to wrap her up in bubblewrap and feed her and find a bazillion lilo and stitch sequels to watch (metaphorically. of course.) and make everything better.
and alison is a lovely new addition to our lives (and, as my mother said, she really is stunningly gorgeous). and she's going to do politics with me! oh! someone to study with!
and my mother is the cleverest, best, most caffeine-addicted teacher and student. and it's so great knowing i can call her at stupid hours of the night to share my happiness, or to get some tending for my sadness.
and kyle, who tells me that if i'm sad i should call mum because she's helped him by talking things through. and he's moving in on sunday and i'm so damn excited to be living with him.
and my father, who i'm getting on with wonderfully. we had lunch together today, and talked, and it was all very comfortable. i can see how much he cares about me and it means a lot.
and simon, and nathan, and that woman on the bus, and oh god i could go on forever.
to everyone who's making my life as wonderful as it is right now.
i should stop now. otherwise i'll write pages and pages (more). i might wander off and attempt to funnel some of that into my 'novel'. hah. anyway. we'll see.
i want to lick all your faces.
unfortunately at the current point in the story my two protagonists are both 13, which means that either i have to find a way to fast-forward to some point in their lives when they're older, or i have to refrain from having any of my usual introspective, slightly disturbing and sexual interludes.
hmm.
the other problem with writing is that not only am i happy, but the house is becoming increasingly social.
plan A for yesterday was that ali and i would go shopping in the morning, and then i would do lesson plans and tutoring and stuff, and maybe some writing. instead, we stopped at Nate's work to comfort him for the car thing. and then we went to a bakery to wait for him to come and have lunch with us.
where, unfortunately, we engaged in a rather explicit and amusing (to us) conversation about labia. and this old woman sitting next to us kept looking over at us and smiling encouragingly.
and then emily came out for lunch, too.
so it ended up with ali and em and i back at our place watching monty python and the holy grail, ali and i accidentally getting drunk in the process.
and when i got back from tutoring we had some nasty, nasty shots.
hehe. and i called my mother. i bet she loves my drunken phonecalls. plus i made ali talk to her.
tehehe.
we were raucous, irritating, drunk girls. and i suspect we talked about labia far too much, and giggled hysterically way too much.
there were some other weird events, too. but i've gone on long enough. suffice to say yesterday was unproductive.
also, i must say that because he is. everything is sweeter than candy just now. and everyone is probably sick of hearing how happy he makes me, but fuck it. just one more time (ha. sure.) it's like having my best friend back, and it's such a relief, and i don't feel insecure and awful and hostile anymore. i can ask for stuff without feeling like i'm so crap noone would want to make me happy. i can believe him when he says he loves me. oh, and i can hold him down and punch him repeatedly while i try to make him say uncle. (i'm sure he loves that.) um. yeah. i'll stop now. *blush*
actually, i feel like writing
'cos em makes our house (and especially garden) a wonderful place to live, and i just want to wrap her up in bubblewrap and feed her and find a bazillion lilo and stitch sequels to watch (metaphorically. of course.) and make everything better.
and alison is a lovely new addition to our lives (and, as my mother said, she really is stunningly gorgeous). and she's going to do politics with me! oh! someone to study with!
and my mother is the cleverest, best, most caffeine-addicted teacher and student. and it's so great knowing i can call her at stupid hours of the night to share my happiness, or to get some tending for my sadness.
and kyle, who tells me that if i'm sad i should call mum because she's helped him by talking things through. and he's moving in on sunday and i'm so damn excited to be living with him.
and my father, who i'm getting on with wonderfully. we had lunch together today, and talked, and it was all very comfortable. i can see how much he cares about me and it means a lot.
and simon, and nathan, and that woman on the bus, and oh god i could go on forever.
to everyone who's making my life as wonderful as it is right now.
i should stop now. otherwise i'll write pages and pages (more). i might wander off and attempt to funnel some of that into my 'novel'. hah. anyway. we'll see.
i want to lick all your faces.