Hey, it's me again...!
Dec. 6th, 2011 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseLook, two days in a row! Wow, if I'm not careful this whole blogging thing could become a habit again.
Yesterday, I got an early Christmas package from my pen pal in Seattle. She's an amazing knitter, and she knitted scarves for my whole family in Hogwarts house colors! Slytherin for me, Ravenclaw for Shawn, and Gryffindor for Mason. Perfect! I put mine on right away, of course, and began explaining to everyone the virtues of being a Slytherin. I'm not sure, however, that I convinced the six year-old brother of one of Mason's classmates. He inched away from me when I explain that Slytherin was my house.
Sigh.
I, of course, instantly reminded him that not all villians come out of my house. After all, let's not forget that Peter Pettigrew was a Gryffindor!
At any rate, I wore the scarf again this morning, and, as I was leaving Mason's school I had a startling realization. Underneath my coat I was wearing my Captain America sweatshirt, and on top, the Slytherin scarf. What did that make me, I wondered... a dark paladin? Or an ambitious superhero?
I bought this fabulous sweatshirt from "Think Geek," for myself for my birthday. Many people are confused by it. A woman at the grocery store thought I was especially patriotic (I wasn't, I should add, wearing the hood.) When I explained Cap, I still got a blank look. Again with the sighing, apparently not everyone knows who Captain America is....
What is the world coming to?
In other news, I'm still not sure what to do with myself since I don't yet have a new book contract. I consoled myself yesterday by watching some Anime on NetFlix. I watched the first couple of episodes of Bleach. I'm... uncertain about continuing. I like story, sort of, but Japanese demons freak me out. Some of them look just a bit too much like, I don't know, twisted clowns that they trigger something deep in my psyche. BUT, I do love the Soul Reapers. They're cool, so I'll probably suffer through the clownish demons just to watch the awesome swordplay and such.
I'm still listening to and enjoying CINDER, but I find it impossible to listen to it while, say, writing a blog or a letter. I lose track of words, either in the story or on the page, so I have to save listening to it when I'm doing mindless things like housework or working out.
The lack of a regular book to read has left me feeling especially out of sorts, as well. I have something on the Kindle I agreed to review, but the first few pages did not impress me, and, out of desperation the other day, I turned to some fan fic. Not to disparage fan fic, because I'm actually quite enjoying what I've read of Nessuno so far, but that was meant more a comment on my severe lack of books in the house. "Nessuno" is an alternate history Buffy fan fic that's pretty unlike anything I've ever read before. It takes place in Rome during the hieght of Papal decedence, and Spike and Angel are mercenaries in service to the Pope... and things go from there.
I guess I'm just busy being a fan, something I don't get to do when I'm so focused on writing all the time.
Yesterday, I got an early Christmas package from my pen pal in Seattle. She's an amazing knitter, and she knitted scarves for my whole family in Hogwarts house colors! Slytherin for me, Ravenclaw for Shawn, and Gryffindor for Mason. Perfect! I put mine on right away, of course, and began explaining to everyone the virtues of being a Slytherin. I'm not sure, however, that I convinced the six year-old brother of one of Mason's classmates. He inched away from me when I explain that Slytherin was my house.
Sigh.
I, of course, instantly reminded him that not all villians come out of my house. After all, let's not forget that Peter Pettigrew was a Gryffindor!
At any rate, I wore the scarf again this morning, and, as I was leaving Mason's school I had a startling realization. Underneath my coat I was wearing my Captain America sweatshirt, and on top, the Slytherin scarf. What did that make me, I wondered... a dark paladin? Or an ambitious superhero?
I bought this fabulous sweatshirt from "Think Geek," for myself for my birthday. Many people are confused by it. A woman at the grocery store thought I was especially patriotic (I wasn't, I should add, wearing the hood.) When I explained Cap, I still got a blank look. Again with the sighing, apparently not everyone knows who Captain America is....
What is the world coming to?
In other news, I'm still not sure what to do with myself since I don't yet have a new book contract. I consoled myself yesterday by watching some Anime on NetFlix. I watched the first couple of episodes of Bleach. I'm... uncertain about continuing. I like story, sort of, but Japanese demons freak me out. Some of them look just a bit too much like, I don't know, twisted clowns that they trigger something deep in my psyche. BUT, I do love the Soul Reapers. They're cool, so I'll probably suffer through the clownish demons just to watch the awesome swordplay and such.
I'm still listening to and enjoying CINDER, but I find it impossible to listen to it while, say, writing a blog or a letter. I lose track of words, either in the story or on the page, so I have to save listening to it when I'm doing mindless things like housework or working out.
The lack of a regular book to read has left me feeling especially out of sorts, as well. I have something on the Kindle I agreed to review, but the first few pages did not impress me, and, out of desperation the other day, I turned to some fan fic. Not to disparage fan fic, because I'm actually quite enjoying what I've read of Nessuno so far, but that was meant more a comment on my severe lack of books in the house. "Nessuno" is an alternate history Buffy fan fic that's pretty unlike anything I've ever read before. It takes place in Rome during the hieght of Papal decedence, and Spike and Angel are mercenaries in service to the Pope... and things go from there.
I guess I'm just busy being a fan, something I don't get to do when I'm so focused on writing all the time.