it's a convoluted mess
Writing is hard. It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis. Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage. It happens. I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth… Keep reading…Swinging at smoke…
Wherein Sara babbles, at great length, about the writing projects currently burning holes in her brain. In other words, none of it will make any sense to anyone but me, and even I probably won’t understand any of it either. … … … There are times I sit and stare at the projects sitting in my writing folder and find myself wondering what the hell all these code names mean. So many of them have… Keep reading…One by one they drive me crazy…
I found the theme song for Matt and Alison. I’m not entirely sure why this song struck me as their song, but I was listening to Matchbox Twenty’s North album yesterday whilst writing and when Our Song came on it caught my attention. So I backed it up and actually paid attention to the lyrics. They are rather fitting to the situation. And then I proceeded to listen to it about twenty times in a… Keep reading…Chasing fault lines…
1.) It’s November. What. The hell. 2.) The first Winter! Storm! Watch! of the season has been issued. Joy. (And by “joy” I mean “EFFFF UUUUUUUUUUU”) 3.) Took Joel in for an oil change. He needs a new battery and a new alternator. ZOMG!YAY! (And by “ZOMG!YAY!” I mean “Goddammit, Joel.”) 4.) There was some other bullet point I was going to write here, but my mind went completely blank on what it was by… Keep reading…Waiting on a cue…
Actually, no it doesn’t. It’s only 32 degrees outside. Dang. I had a dream about kissing Matt Nathanson. It was incredibly awkward. His wife was there and got [justifiably] pissed off. Matt didn’t seem to care (his actual words were I don’t care), but she started hucking Little Golden Books at me frisbee-style. Those suckers have sharp corners. Bob called me a home wrecker.* For the record: Matt totally started it. This is my brain… Keep reading…Feels like summer…