Catchall

April 26, again

(is this background okay? Legible? I like it, and it looks fine to me, but sometimes my colorblindness makes it difficult for me to discern contrasts that bother others)

Hi again. I posted another entry tonight, here, so go ahead and read that if you didn't already, if you just clicked the entry on top. I don't know if anybody does that, but I'd hate for y'all to miss a word.

So, hmm. Congrats to M'ris the non-fiction queen for her sale to Skirt.

This is going to be such a random entry. You got coherence and content (of a sort) in the last entry; that's all you get tonight.

Sometimes I write non sequitarial stuff in my other journal, little pithy things. Here's one I wrote tonight: "Certain schizophrenics and all graduate students in Literature have something in common-- they find hidden significance in everything."

(this is me ducking, to avoid whatever Mary Anne might throw at me)

Remember my resolution (of recent (read: yesterday's) vintage), to send out one story a day until my backlog is cleared? Well, already I've failed. I didn't send out a story today. But I did write my synopsis, so I'm content. And it's early yet, so I might have a story that needs to go to a 'zine that accepts e-mail submissions, in which case, I might still manage to achieve my goal.

I did a half day at work today, then felt exhausted and went home. Me and Heather are sick-buddies. I think she has it rather worse than I do, though, and her allergies are exacerbating things for her. I have no environmental allergies (having said that, I'll become deathly allergic to cat hair, dust, and black ink sometime tonight while I'm sleeping).

I wandered around this afternoon. It's hard to stay in my house like a good little sick kid, because of all the noise from next door, and how hot it gets indoors, even with a window open (air conditioning is pretty uncommon in this part of California, because it's mostly so temperate). I went to a couple of bookstores, enjoyed the weather. The sky in town was strangely blue, somehow deeper than usual, not as clear as the sky up in the hills at work. I don't know why. It might have been my perception. I was hyperattenuated to things today. I get like that, sometimes-- I really notice things. Smells. Sounds. What people wear. The texture of tree trunks. The sound of bicycle tires turning. Distant laughter. The way light looks slanting against a building. The moving reflection of the sun on passing car windshields. It's very... encompassing. I become nothing but senses, for a little while, with almost no analysis, just soaking things in. Attending to detail.

It's a bit like being on ecstasy. Only it doesn't really feel the same.

(I don't do ecstasy anymore. Only did it a few times. It's nice, but really-- it massacres brain cells. It doesn't provide an equivalent amount of fun to correspond to the number of brain cells murdered. The cost-benefit analysis does not turn out in the drug's favor)

I should probably have some section breaks in this entry. Ah, well. To hell with convention.

I got more stuff from WisCon today, a newsletter thingy. I'm all excited about going. Kelly Link, Nancy Kress, Pat Murphy, yay! And Karen Fowler, and other people I know... it'll be fun. I'm excited about May in general. PovertyFest! VisitFest! WritingFest! VeryRarelyUpdatingTropismFest! I get to visit old profs, friends, mom, dad, sibs, Scott's parents, my ferret, my books, my favorite coffee shop (those aren't in any particular order, by the way). I'll keep up this journal as much as possible. My net access should be frequent but unpredictable. So you'll get entries, just not daily, and they might come several at a time. Clumped. Hmm. I need a good book for the long flight. I want Barker's Galilee, but I can't find it anywhere in town. I could order it, but I hate to do that-- I mean, I have a copy of it in N.C. Sigh. I just want a book I know I'll love, in which I can lose myself, and I've been craving Galilee so much, it'd be perfect.

Hmm. I began this entry running off at the mouth (fingers), and it's only gotten worse. So let me wind things up.

I'm feeling better. I might be all better by tomorrow; I'm going to bed soon, early. I hope to be definitely all better by Saturday. I'll probably finish Margaret and I tonight (~20 pages to go), and then crash. So. Good evening, darlings.