1. less personal but more financially rewarding, a review of A Short History of Myth by Karen Armstrong... for which i am awaiting the cheque! - yay money for doing something pleasant, satisfying, and even kind of enjoyable... AND i didn't have to work a 12 fucking hour shift for it either! ... and the editor really liked it and has promised me more. (but yes it is for the catholic herald. rainwolfkin, i know, will understand my potential dilemma, and the fact my morals will totally go on hold... well, sort of. i prefer the term 'chainmail ethics').
2. my thanks to all and sundry for your input over the last entry. she rocked up and stayed the night. now she's disappeared again in a puff of introspection, confusion, and 'give me time'/'i'm not sure what i want' cliches. it doesn't look too hot for the future, but with held high and faith in my existence and the way of life, i proceed. one step at a time. again, thanks for the advice. explicit and otherwise. it can't, as i quoted elsewhere, rain all the time. even in england. and anyway, who knows what will happen?...
3. les profitable, but personally satisfying: i decided to finally make public my latest, dirty little poetic secret.
4. and on the up side: this whole girl-crap (implied dig at all the girls out there who insist that such unnecessary, undecipherable bullshit only comes from our side of the gender line) has pushed me to write a new little tale. maybe more later.
5. i was right, you know. girls are like cats. boys are like dogs. and it works on so many levels, even if it isn't a flawless analogy...
6. don't worry. i'm not actually frowning as much as the little doggy on the left there. but nara really does make me feel... understood. like painterly pomo haiku. erm, just don't quote me on that.
7. all hail JSTOR!
9. what's the title of your first novel? (or second if you've got that far!)
8. x
2. my thanks to all and sundry for your input over the last entry. she rocked up and stayed the night. now she's disappeared again in a puff of introspection, confusion, and 'give me time'/'i'm not sure what i want' cliches. it doesn't look too hot for the future, but with held high and faith in my existence and the way of life, i proceed. one step at a time. again, thanks for the advice. explicit and otherwise. it can't, as i quoted elsewhere, rain all the time. even in england. and anyway, who knows what will happen?...
3. les profitable, but personally satisfying: i decided to finally make public my latest, dirty little poetic secret.
4. and on the up side: this whole girl-crap (implied dig at all the girls out there who insist that such unnecessary, undecipherable bullshit only comes from our side of the gender line) has pushed me to write a new little tale. maybe more later.
5. i was right, you know. girls are like cats. boys are like dogs. and it works on so many levels, even if it isn't a flawless analogy...
6. don't worry. i'm not actually frowning as much as the little doggy on the left there. but nara really does make me feel... understood. like painterly pomo haiku. erm, just don't quote me on that.
7. all hail JSTOR!
9. what's the title of your first novel? (or second if you've got that far!)
8. x