K: You have such fondness for the absurd.
I really do. I don’t know that I love anything more in life than the truly ridiculous, which is why I am seriously loving the Sentence A Day (SAD) — HAHA, SAD! — project I started yesterday, because there is no sense to be found in it. None at all — and I love that. Go, partake in the crazy. All you have to do is add a sentence –> THIS WAY TO ABSURDITY.
I am still sick and so is K and no me gusta, but I’ve been semi-productive, even from bed, which is good and also surprising. While I’m not officially participating in NaNoWriMo, I did start working on a little something something yesterday. Fanfiction, of all things, which I never ever write because of reasons. Like I suck at it, for instance. But now here we are. I’m going to release it into the wild once Fanfiction.net lets me (in two days or so?) and my goal is to never tell anyone that I wrote it, because it’s more fun that way. However, if you find it and guess that it’s mine, you win all the awards. I’ll create awards just to give them to you. I’ll narrow down the fandom: It starts with G and rhymes with flee. And the romantic pairing starts with: Why the hell isn’t this canon — and ends with: So much wasted potential.
Today I put the finishing touches on Chapter 12 of TBSOL, which means I’m officially a week and a half behind on all my revision goals. GO ME. Google Calendar keeps sending me daily alerts like, “You’re working on Chapter 18 today!!” and I’m like, ”Screw you, Velda!” — which is a reference to What 1989 Film Starring Shelley Long? That movie taught me a lot of things, like Evian water is fancy, rich people water. But then real life taught me other things like Evian water is not as fancy if you live in France.
Today I move on to Chapter 13 and I hope to get through it quickly because I have plans, big plans, and these plans involve finishing this damn novel. But I can’t do that yet because I have now hacked this book into unrecognizable pieces and the file is staring back at me with big, round eyes, wondering, “Who am I?” So I keep feeding it Halloween candy just to distract it from the questions but now I’m running out of Rolos and I’m worried that any second now it’s going to take a good, hard look at itself in the mirror and shriek, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?” And I’ll have to say, “Shh, it’s going to be okay… I know what I’m doing…here, have another chocolate.” And then it will throw up all over my shoes and murder me in my sleep.
So, anyway — did you see the latest episode of Lost Girl? I was riveted by the plot. That part with Lauren’s arms was especially thought provoking. And also the part with her thighs — I was blown away by the layers of insight. I had to rewind a few times and then pause to reflect on the many splendored things. I learned a lot and I’m sure you did, too. But mostly it made me shake my fists at the sky and cry out, “Why can’t we have the pretty things? Why you take away? Why you make no sense? Why she date a popsicle?”
The plot was lovely though. So lovely.
You’re lovely, too. Your hair looks nice today — did you do something different to it?
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