Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Have I mentioned I like tea?
I just got my refund check from the federal government and along with some jeans and a pair of sensible shoes, (and a few payments to the demon overlords known as Sallie Mae) I will be feeding my tea habit with a selection of samples from Special Teas and Adagio Teas. So tomorrow (which is my birthday, by the way) I think I'll indulge myself in a little tea porn - pots, kettles, cups, strainers, and storage tins included, of course. If you find you can't get in touch with me it's because I'm sitting in a dark room salivating over some tippy assams.
Is tomorrow my birfday? I gotta find a calender. Last night my mom was super-convinced it was Wednesday. After she corrected herself twice she got excited because the Lost season finale was on in two hours and I said, "Mom. It's still Tuesday." Gosh, she's funny. I had to give her a big kiss after that. With the two-hour Lost season finale on tonight, we will not see who wins American Idol. I'm pulling for Taylor, but honestly, since Chris got knocked off I've lost interest. He was great at making the eye babies. Oh, and he sang nice, too.
I finally sat down and got to work this morning. This computer actually has Word now, which is great because now I can like, space my lines and figure out how many pages I have and stuff. I pulled up this 27-pager I'm only about two-thirds finished writing and I realized something: I hate it. I hate its guts. Everything that I used to think was innovative and interesting and insightful is now gimmicky and childish and full-on hackery. I feel like I need to forget everything and start all over again. Which is basically how I feel about everything I write after a while. It's kind of like a fucked-up romance. Eventually I get my head on straight and can look at my work with an objective eye and not the "Everything I do is complete shit" eye, and see it's real merits and where I can improve. It's just that right now I think the entire thing needs an overhaul from top to bottom and I don't know where to start. Eh, if I give it two weeks I'll probably be in love with it again. Such is the life of a writer.
I'm off to Borders in a few minutes with the wonderful Miss Tracy, where I will most likely buy a book or two and possibly an overpriced pastry and/or coffee drink of some kind. Refund check you know. And Amy, I got your card in the mail today. It is so precious. I love you!
Is tomorrow my birfday? I gotta find a calender. Last night my mom was super-convinced it was Wednesday. After she corrected herself twice she got excited because the Lost season finale was on in two hours and I said, "Mom. It's still Tuesday." Gosh, she's funny. I had to give her a big kiss after that. With the two-hour Lost season finale on tonight, we will not see who wins American Idol. I'm pulling for Taylor, but honestly, since Chris got knocked off I've lost interest. He was great at making the eye babies. Oh, and he sang nice, too.
I finally sat down and got to work this morning. This computer actually has Word now, which is great because now I can like, space my lines and figure out how many pages I have and stuff. I pulled up this 27-pager I'm only about two-thirds finished writing and I realized something: I hate it. I hate its guts. Everything that I used to think was innovative and interesting and insightful is now gimmicky and childish and full-on hackery. I feel like I need to forget everything and start all over again. Which is basically how I feel about everything I write after a while. It's kind of like a fucked-up romance. Eventually I get my head on straight and can look at my work with an objective eye and not the "Everything I do is complete shit" eye, and see it's real merits and where I can improve. It's just that right now I think the entire thing needs an overhaul from top to bottom and I don't know where to start. Eh, if I give it two weeks I'll probably be in love with it again. Such is the life of a writer.
I'm off to Borders in a few minutes with the wonderful Miss Tracy, where I will most likely buy a book or two and possibly an overpriced pastry and/or coffee drink of some kind. Refund check you know. And Amy, I got your card in the mail today. It is so precious. I love you!
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