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Feb. 13th, 2005 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanDecided not to quit fanfic. That was kind of melodramatic on my part, and I have a tendency to do that. I've started getting into the phase where I want to impress everyone with how fucked-up and pathetic I am, so please feel free to e-slap me if I start whining. I'm sympathetic to it in everyone else, but I hate myself when I whine, especially since I don't really have anything to whine about. Other people have much worse problems than I do.
I'm going to hold off on the slashes I've got going until some things work out, but I've started a genfic about quantum mechanics and antidepressants. I checked out some QM books from the library--I'm doing actual research now, not just fact-checking. See, I'm picking up some good habits.
I've started doing original fic now, too. Got a lot of "From The Gods" done at the Kaya after Fic Collective met. I do good work there. Must be the chai. Unfortunately, I got a little distracted by an Allen Ginsberg anthology they had there while trying to figure out something about hippies, and that resulted in a meta kind-of fic poem for Valentine's Day. I also posted it to the vanilla comm. Dunno if it'll be deleted there, but it's staying on mine. The thing about being a mod is that you have to censor yourself too, but I made the comm in the first place for three things: two real people, assorted other slashers who I wanted to corrupt, and to showcase my own slashy ramblings. Well, that's four, but back then I kind of counted them as one person, I think. And I am nothing if not a laissez-faire mod. I can't keep people from leaving, but I can passively encourage them to come back (please, please, please).
I've also decided that I'm going to double-major instead of just changing my major. I've got a Nebula to win, after all. And I can stand three more years at Central. I just have to get a scholarship or something. More Fiction Collective, more D&D, more academia. It's my world now.
I do have to get a job, though. I had a few overdues at Video Land, and I'd forgotten to change my phone number from Dad's house to my dorm...and they called Dad. Dammit. So he called and told me that I must get a job by March or else he's going to stop paying for my dorm room. Out on the street for $6. Nice.
I've never had a real job before, and I'm kind of ashamed of that. I'm inexperienced and soft as well as being useless. Granted, I wrote for Stuff and worked for Grandma Debbie a lot, but relatives and freelance don't seem to count. Not for lack of trying, especially during the summer--I rode my bike to every place within five miles that was giving out applications. No calls, and Dad yelled at me for being lazy.
I'm whining now, aren't I?
I'm going to hold off on the slashes I've got going until some things work out, but I've started a genfic about quantum mechanics and antidepressants. I checked out some QM books from the library--I'm doing actual research now, not just fact-checking. See, I'm picking up some good habits.
I've started doing original fic now, too. Got a lot of "From The Gods" done at the Kaya after Fic Collective met. I do good work there. Must be the chai. Unfortunately, I got a little distracted by an Allen Ginsberg anthology they had there while trying to figure out something about hippies, and that resulted in a meta kind-of fic poem for Valentine's Day. I also posted it to the vanilla comm. Dunno if it'll be deleted there, but it's staying on mine. The thing about being a mod is that you have to censor yourself too, but I made the comm in the first place for three things: two real people, assorted other slashers who I wanted to corrupt, and to showcase my own slashy ramblings. Well, that's four, but back then I kind of counted them as one person, I think. And I am nothing if not a laissez-faire mod. I can't keep people from leaving, but I can passively encourage them to come back (please, please, please).
I've also decided that I'm going to double-major instead of just changing my major. I've got a Nebula to win, after all. And I can stand three more years at Central. I just have to get a scholarship or something. More Fiction Collective, more D&D, more academia. It's my world now.
I do have to get a job, though. I had a few overdues at Video Land, and I'd forgotten to change my phone number from Dad's house to my dorm...and they called Dad. Dammit. So he called and told me that I must get a job by March or else he's going to stop paying for my dorm room. Out on the street for $6. Nice.
I've never had a real job before, and I'm kind of ashamed of that. I'm inexperienced and soft as well as being useless. Granted, I wrote for Stuff and worked for Grandma Debbie a lot, but relatives and freelance don't seem to count. Not for lack of trying, especially during the summer--I rode my bike to every place within five miles that was giving out applications. No calls, and Dad yelled at me for being lazy.
I'm whining now, aren't I?
