Where’d you go? It’s next year already!
Yeah, alright. I know I haven’t been around much. Or around at all. But I’ve been busy having some sort of real-life, not that I’ve had time to sit down and analyse it or anything so this blog has been direly neglected (sorry).
But I’ll try to keep it brief – the concert went exceedingly well, and I’m really getting into making my own jewellery and accessories as a result. It’s been several weeks without dancing, so I’m feeling a little flat and with the additional of Christmas food and booze, I’m feeling much flabbier again too. Summer school starts up this weekend and then its back to regular classes after Australia day so I’m looking forward to getting back into it.
Christmas, New Years . . . yeah, went as well as can be expected. Christmas was exceedingly laid-back and free of ritual or massive arguments (again, my thanks go to you, dear alcohol) and that suited me just fine.
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I thought I said my Christmas was "laid back" not "tacky horror"!
All the same, a lot of stress, time, effort and money go into the whole Christmas thing and I didn’t get time off work this year for the holiday period so by the time NYE rolled around I wasn’t so keen on going out: maybe I’m just getting old, but the whole thing is pissing me off more and more every year. Then a friend asks if I want to help out with some some steampunk event doing lighting, serving food, videoing acts, etc, etc . . . free tickets and free booze . . . so in a frenzy of last minute effort I dolled myself up all proper-like and headed out into the night. Like Christmas, the occasion was kinda lost on me since a) I missed the count-down and b) I ended up too pissed to care but ehn, I had fun and avoided the obnoxious Melbourne crowds so it didn’t matter.
What else? Oh. That’s right. I have a dirty secret. I’m not proud of this, but I have to make a confession – I went and bought a new vacuum cleaner and I’m afraid I adore the damn thing. One of those fancy-pants Dyson things, bought half-price in one of those end of year specials, and let me tell you, after vacuuming a tiny square in my living room I’m freaking out over how much shit and dust and grit and what appears to be SAND there is in my carpet. Seriously, anyone who knows me knows I seldom care about housework but seeing all that crap in the little see-through bucket after vacuuming a metre-square section of carpet? Not nice. So yeah, I’m in half-arsed clean-up mode at the moment: half-arsed because I’m sleeping poorly and doing overtime at work so nothing’s actually getting finished (even if I am vacuuming everything that doesn’t move – you are safe for now, budgies!).
Not today, pal!
Last of all, after all that guff . . . I’ve put another story up. I hoped to get a few more extended over the holiday period but busy + sleep-deprived + social life = no writing. But although this one only got 3rd out of 4 in the comp it was in and after talking to Mum there seems to be some historical inaccuracies (and no doubt any Irish readers will be cringing at my attempt of the dialect), I really like it and think it’s one of my better stories this year. So enjoy:
NaNoWriMo – Day 2
Counting, counting, counting . . .
Day two and I’m doing ok. Not as brilliantly as I expected, but yesterday was a little crazy. I got a good 1,000 in just after midnight, and another 1,300 in the morning before heading off to Bollywood class. I had a sewing day at one of my Bellydance teacher’s place afterwards, and figured I’d be home by six to get a lot more done. Guess that shows how little I know about sewing . . . Got home around nine-ish, was in bed within two hours and no extra words written.
After a monumental sleep-in this morning and a bit of bumming around I’ve got a bit more down but I was hoping to already be past 5,000 by now. Food, I’ve come to realise, is a big issue: since I don’t really have any at the moment, I’ve noticed writing when hungry just doesn’t work – it turns into playing flash games while thinking about food. I think I’ll go for a quick walk then consider going grocery shopping. Or maybe just go down to Lentil as Anything and go shopping tomorrow . . . I don’t know, it’s all too difficult . . . Either way, I want to get myself some decent, properly-nutritious food so I don’t get that brain-drain thing happening again. It’s no good for anyone when that happens.
