Saturday, February 23, 2008

Whoa, freaky.

I'm an inveterate fangirl. Even as a wee little thing, my desire to be either Luke Skywalker or Darth Vader was notorious, overshadowed only by my love for Superman and Danger Mouse. (For the record, Darth eventually won out over Luke. You watch the Force Choke scene in A New Hope and tell me it doesn't look like the best thing ever. "I find your abundance of perfume disturbing.")

Anyway. A few weeks ago, I got my hair cut. The cut in question is modeled after one Gwen Cooper of Torchwood 3. Today, I got my semi-annual eye exam and bought some new frames. I'd almost settled on some elegant little square ones that made me look a little like Cameron from House (if Cameron suddenly gained 100 pounds and dyed her hair black). Wasn't quite happy with them, so I started poking through drawers.

Oh, Elvis. I found black-and-white horn-rims with square lenses.


Ladies and gentlemen, we have achieved crossover. I am, officially, the Mutant Offspring of Gwen Cooper and Noah Bennett. And my mother wonders why I write what I do. You're the one that let the siblings take me to see Star Wars when I was eight months old, Mom.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

This thing on?

Hmm. So maybe I should post here once in a while. Alas, most of my life involves Real Life, and not enough involves writing. In fact, writing has had to take a back seat to things like Earning a Living, as well as WTF Do You Mean I Almost Have Lupus? How Do You Almost Have Lupus? I'm still putting words on the page; I'm just not doing 18K words every week at the moment. Gimme time. With luck, I'll be a part-timer at ye olde day job within a few months, at which time I'll probably get fired because I'm home and writing all the time. But that's okay. It's writing. It's like breathing and sanity: generally necessary if one wants to function reliably in the world.

Meh. Must sleep. That's probably the most annoying part about Almost Lupus: I have to sleep more than I'd like, which cuts dearly into my valuable writing and knitting time. Not my housework time, fortunately. That never existed in the first place.

In case anyone actually reads this (and is wondering), angellula is the Latin feminine for "little angel." If my friggin' book series ever actually gets published, you'll have a chance to understand more.