Rotted meat
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cornerofmadnessThat's what the bones of my story is covered with, Behind Blue Eyes that is. It's one of my former nanos which I've reread in the past but I'm finally rereading now for a writers group and holy hell it stinks. I FINALLY did something vaguely creative tonight in butchering this piece of gas-bloated road kill. There is more red ink than black on these pages but it's one of those stories where the characters never shut up in my head (often filling it with stuff I know I can't use) and I love them so it's worth it to try and make this not stink.
I also turned in a 300 word flash fic and sent it in to Queer SF's contest. Thanks ELD for the help there. This is the most I've written in nearly 6 weeks. There's seems to be so little point in it.
I'm worried about my cousin's husband. His heart is exceedingly bad. I was shocked he survived the move from where we all grew up back home out to Seattle to be with his other son (their eldest lives here in OH but not near me). I still don't think it was a wise move (she didn't want to keep the townhouse once he passes which I understand but now you're in a new place that's going to remind you of him...) Anyhow his sister died this week and they're coming back out for the funeral. I will be surprised if he doesn't die at the funeral (hell I thought he was going to die at my grandmother's two years ago).
It's been a tense pissy week at work. The only good thing is mid-terms did what they're meant to: terrifying the failing students in to see me NOW while they can still save themselves. Instead of waiting until the last two weeks they're here now. But then I panicked when I realize I only have SIX labs left and I am totally fucked. We're SO behind. SIX weeks left. HOW???? SObs uncontrollably. I've been meditating to help with the stress.
I also turned in a 300 word flash fic and sent it in to Queer SF's contest. Thanks ELD for the help there. This is the most I've written in nearly 6 weeks. There's seems to be so little point in it.
I'm worried about my cousin's husband. His heart is exceedingly bad. I was shocked he survived the move from where we all grew up back home out to Seattle to be with his other son (their eldest lives here in OH but not near me). I still don't think it was a wise move (she didn't want to keep the townhouse once he passes which I understand but now you're in a new place that's going to remind you of him...) Anyhow his sister died this week and they're coming back out for the funeral. I will be surprised if he doesn't die at the funeral (hell I thought he was going to die at my grandmother's two years ago).
It's been a tense pissy week at work. The only good thing is mid-terms did what they're meant to: terrifying the failing students in to see me NOW while they can still save themselves. Instead of waiting until the last two weeks they're here now. But then I panicked when I realize I only have SIX labs left and I am totally fucked. We're SO behind. SIX weeks left. HOW???? SObs uncontrollably. I've been meditating to help with the stress.
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