December 3rd, 2008

Hearth

Odin's Day, which is kind of a Friday this week

Administration
Happy birthday to batshua!

Happy early birthday to childofchaos and phantom_wolfboy, who advance a year over the weekend!

Medical
Full of ouch. Rationing the Celebrex meant going without yesterday.

Dread
A lot of my flailing the past week or so has been the mounting dread over this wedding. Starting tomorrow, I get to spend four days in hell. Emotional abuse levels will be high. It will be physically arduous - I'll be on my feet from early morning to midnight on Saturday.

Breathe, 'song, breathe. And remember that a) you'll have your birthaunt and birthuncle as refuge, and b) after this wedding, you never have to talk to most of these assholes EVER AGAIN.

This is it for crazy aunt and drama-king asshole uncle. This is it for people who sneer about my body, my black sheepitude, my illness, my everything. After Sunday, this is it. Forever and ever, amen.

I just have to get through the relentless four days of 'song-bashing and pain and fatigue first.

Chapbooks
I know I've asked this before. I forgot the answer. Anyone know how to get chapbooks printed? Very limited friends-and-family run.

Facebook is silly.
I am mildly addicted to stupid Facebook apps now.

Note: My kid has me friended on Facebook, so please only send me bumper stickers and pieces of flair that're under an R rating, 'k?

And remmber, if you friend me on Facebook, please tell me who you are here! I have 6 friend requests right now that have me scratching my head.

What I want
...for the holidays...

My favorite charity, of course, is the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center. I also like Heifer International, and think funding people through Kiva is awesome. Basically, any donation to a good charity is a great gift!

For material goods, I have wishlists at Amazon, ThinkGeek, and BoxedUp. BoxedUp doesn't automatically take stuff off the list, so if you get me anything from there, tell Adam so he can take it off. And don't give me that wary look for wanting something called a Spunky Spice Monkey. It is heat therapy. So there. (Plus, y'know, monkey.)

That said, mix CDs are great - I always love new music! And used copies of books on my wishlist are just as good as new. And, as I've said before, the absolute best gift is one you made.

Link Soup
* I always wanted a dollhouse.
* Proposition 8: The Musical!
* Strange endangered animals.
* Separating work from home when you work from home. Very timely!
* Damn you, Ferrett - now I want these!
* I still want to live in merovingian's world.

Daily Science
The Science of Pain.

Daily BPAL
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Thank you thank you Beth & Puddin' for the Democrat!

Plans
Agh. Shower, write - today's project is the flipside of the recent Shayara WTD. Most of you voted for spoilers. Those of you who voted against, I'll give it to you with the spoiler excised. Note that this is a thing you're not meant to know til the second half of Act Three, so you can change your vote if you want...

Then I have to pack. *sigh* I hate packing.
Typewriter - tell me about it

Just sayin'.

Long flights.

Not wanting to haul a lot of books.

Hey! I have a Kindle! And writer friends!

So guys, if you have any reading material for me, you can feel oh so free to e-mail it to me at shadesong AT gmail.com. Please and thank you. :)
Hearth

And my story hits me upside the head.

iTunes, on random, hits me with two consecutive songs that all of a sudden now belong to two of my characters.

Axis, my damaged junkie shaman. Listen to "Haven" here.

I'm running out of life
Open down and taken by
Sixty one in forty nine
Vision at the crossroads

Fire in the fading moon
Fire in the afternoon
Fire will come and take me soon
Take me from the crossroads


Griffin, tightly coiled and running from what happened to Crystal and Kellen - Leonard Cohen. "Famous Blue Raincoat".

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?


Yeah.

And this after yesterday... yesterday's realization that what I thought was a short story is the key to the eventual novel that I can't even talk about yet, and oh that's why that was so hard, it's the self-evisceration novel.

*falls over*
cassette

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My newest band name: Unexploded Narwhal.

...it would be really awesome if I had short-term memory and could therefore remember all of my band names.

Now, bed. Because tomorrow, Florida.