Ladies 'n gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure, the lemon that damn near killed me, also known as "Stop Touch Kiss."
(And yes, he stays a while, maybe even the whole night. Because it simply would not make sense in this story if he didn't. And I'm sure everyone here knows my take on Things That Don't Make Sense In Fanfic.)
And now I am off to New York City, where the Bronx is up and the Battery's down. ^________________^
putting out the call at 10:56 a.m., Friday, June 14, 2002
...I think I got a job at Hot Topic! *dancedancedancedance*
Ouji-sama, I hadn't thought about CLAMPesque yet, but it's a good idea! (I should introduce you to Kira and Becky-nee-san sometime. You and Becky-nee-san would get along like a house on fire, I tell ya. ^_~)
I'm itching to put TR somewhere else; it needs its own tidy page. Maybe I should actually use my topcities account as a place to house my fanfics. I even have a cool title that nobody's used yet! ^_~
I totally identify about the job problem, too. _-_ But I know you have experience, a good attitude, and a really cute smile, so you'll do well. ^_~ (All the other "employment opportunities" I found in the Washington Post required assloads of experience... even the waitressing jobs. Lucky for me Hot Topic was a walk-in...)
putting out the call at 02:32 p.m., Thursday, June 13, 2002
Argh. Chapter four of Tabula Rasa is eating my brain.
I love writing this fic--I honestly do. I get to write suspense and romance and mystery and violence and two versions of Subaru. But it'll be a bloody miracle if I get this chapter finished by Friday.
putting out the call at 03:02 p.m., Wednesday, June 12, 2002
The song "Clubbed To Death" needs to be at least twenty minutes long.
My head hurts.
putting out the call at 10:23 a.m., Monday, June 10, 2002
You know when you have a crush on someone, and you're absolutely certain you're blushing all the time because your cheeks will start burning at the most ridiculous cues, and every so often you become so aware of your breathing that you have to sit on your hands to keep yourself still?
I'm not so sure I'm bi anymore.
And that doesn't upset me one little bit.
putting out the call at 12:36 a.m., Monday, June 10, 2002
My parents seem to be okay with me going to auditions as job-hunting! There are about three one-act festivals auditioning in the area, plus "The Sound Of Music" (yeah, yeah), and a ton of choral auditions.
Excuse me. I can't stop fluttering.
putting out the call at 09:06 p.m., Sunday, June 9, 2002
Missed the volunteer gig today--I was so tired I stayed swimming in dreams until about 1 PM. Whatever asshole is chainsawing things at 3 AM, it's not funny and it's not the best time to clear off storm debris. Knock it off.
And, even though I don't post quiz results:
17
I act like I'm 17.
This test was brought to you by Liam - Serving you fresh farce daily. Take it here.
...this is funny because I stopped counting birthdays on my seventeenth. It just hasn't seemed to really matter since then; now I think I'm starting to get a faint idea of why.
More later; "Tabula Rasa" is chewing on my brains. And whoever added me to their favourite author list, I'm happy and flattered and would like to give you a hug, but can you please tell me who you are? ^^;
putting out the call at 03:41 p.m., Sunday, June 9, 2002
Who knew? After several days of staying up late and then sleeping even later, turns out all I have to do to start staggering back towards reasonable lucidity is get up early. I wasn't getting too little sleep, I was getting too much.
Insert witty comment about my Sleeping Beauty preoccupation here.
I'm so happy to finally be working on a story in a steady fashion. Writing "Tabula Rasa"--hell, writing for X in general--is like therapy on a number of levels.
First, it has me writing again, and writing every damn day.
Second, I don't let my beta-readers give me the chance to tear my work apart before I post; if they can reassure me that the fic chapter I gave them has both the absence of typos and the presence of narrative clarity, hell, there's no practical reason not to post it.
And third--quite frankly, it's an ego-boost, and a much-needed one. I like the writing I've done so far for "Tabula Rasa". And I know other people like it. Hell, I have regular readers and beta-readers. I'm damn proud of this story thus far. I haven't been proud of something I've written in a long time--hell, I'm having a hard time remembering when I wrote something I didn't loathe.
Maybe this is what positive self-reinforcement should be. Not looking in the mirror and repeating "I am a good person", or meditating twenty minutes a day--just doing something you love and being proud.
With that said, I have a third chapter to go work on.
putting out the call at 11:35 a.m., Saturday, June 8, 2002
...nine reviews in twelve hours.
I think I have to go faint now.
putting out the call at 11:29 a.m., Friday, June 7, 2002
Look, look! I'm on fanfiction.net!
Now I have to finish up Chapter One, or about eight people will dismember me. ^_^;
putting out the call at 11:20 p.m., Thursday, June 6, 2002
And now, because I am nervous as fuck, it's time for... nerve-calming social blogging!
Kira-san, not only are you a seme, you're the seme with the picture of Seishirou. Be proud! *grin* Nyao. =^_^=
Jess, Vee-sempai, I swear Tabula Rasa 1 is almost ready for beta. I'm going to write my ass off on the way back from the interview, provided I don't faint on the way out of the office. *hnngh!* *hyperventilate!*
(Psst, Jess... want to help me make a new layout? Nothin' too complicated... and I think this weekend is Scanning Weekend, so I'll have stuff to work from...)
Okaeri nasai, ouji-sama!
putting out the call at 1:37 p.m., Thursday, June 6, 2002
Very good quote:
Sooner or later, Neo, you're going to learn--as I did--that there's a difference between knowing the path and walking it.
I love "The Matrix". *grin*
On a somewhat related note, I have a job interview at 4:30 tomorrow.
putting out the call at 11:20 p.m., Wednesday, June 5, 2002
Ugh, more assassin dreams. I keep dreaming that I'm offered incredible destructive power, or the chance to be an assassin--once I even dreamt that the Devil was offering to buy my soul. And it just doesn't make much sense to me. You'd think the Powers That Be would be aware of how much of a pussycat I am--I may claim, at times, to be a vicious little diva, but I'm all talk. ^_~ Totally harmless, I promise!
In other news, my resume is done. I just hope they like it enough to hire me, and if not... I can always get free food waitressing at Cafe Deluxe. 8D~~
putting out the call at 03:19 p.m., Tuesday, June 4, 2002
Neat/weird things that have happened this week:
*Got an unexpected treat last night when the Tonys were on, and John Lithgow won Best Actor In A Musical
*Yaoi manga will be here any day now
*Had Chinese food, and got two fortunes in my cookie
*Found a job for which I actually have the qualifications (I just need to finish up with my resume)
*Got a postcard with a picture of Rainbow Bridge on.
I'm also planning my portfolio for Katsucon 2003. Suggestions are more than welcome, as right now I think I have an excess of CLAMP and need to draw some other series. I might do a little Houshin Engi, if I can find spoilerless official art... Taikoubou so cute...
Right, off to find more reference art.
putting out the call at 05:41 p.m., Monday, June 3, 2002
Today was the first shift of my volunteer job! (I work Sundays at a little thrift store called "Deja New". Come in. Buy things. I'll finagle a discount.)
I spent three hours organising ALL the women's clothes upstairs. My hands were coated with dust, I got lint up my nose, I had to take out my contacts and clean them the MINUTE I got home, I worked through really bad cramps, and my manager smokes cigarillos.
On the plus side, he's very kind, and he let me take an hour to sit outside on the porch in the rocking chair and write. An hour. Given, it was a really slow day, but it was remarkably generous of him to give me such a nice long break.
And you know what? I don't really mind the hard work that much. Because it's work, and my manager is nice, and I'm needed. It's another reference for future applications; it gets me out of the house and up before noon. (In that order. :P)
...and now I'm firkin' hungry.
it's just what i do and i can't get no lovin'...
putting out the call at 05:29 p.m., Sunday, June 2, 2002
So here is the good news.
I have little plans. I try to write for thirty minutes every day; I try to draw for (some) future Katsucon portfolio. I have a volunteer job (one day a week, but it's something), and my therapist has recommended possible places for me to work. I have a group to cosplay with at Otakon (and cosplay around, when I put on my Subaru outfit), costumes to make, and generally a lot of very small things to keep my hands and mind busy. And JPQueen, amazing people that they are, have shipped my yaoi manga.
Here is the big challenge.
I want to go to Otakon. Hell, considering recent events, it's sort of turning into the ideal vacation: me, hanging out with friends, fellow-otaku, and very Subaru-friendly fangirls, surrounded by things I enjoy. It would be a mental health weekend.
Now, I need at least two hundred dollars by the middle of July. In my current jobless state, I don't know how I'm going to earn it, particularly if Mom decides that I can't have an allowance. If I get an allowance, I'll be fine; once my yaoi manga get here I figure I won't be doing a lot of buying of anything, so it'll be absurdly easy to get enough money tucked away in my wallet.
Right now my best bet for the job hunt seems to be working as a teacher's aide or such at church daycare programs in the area. Since my job at the local children's museum was such a blast, and since apparently I was good with the kids, it seems worth a try. Or three.
Everybody--wish me luck. The hunt starts tomorrow.
I've tried to climb your steps
I've tried to chase you down
I've tried to see how low I could get it down to the ground
I've tried to earn my way
I've tried to change this mind
You better believe that I have tried to beat this
putting out the call at 09:16 p.m., Thursday, May 30, 2002