If you read the revamped BoingBoing today, you’ve already seen this. Personally, it reminds me of both Shel Silverstein’s The Missing Piece and that old Paxil commercial with the sad little onigiri/lump thing that rolled along until it found a SSRI that did good spam filtering on its serotonin.
I’ve been exceptionally busy, lately. Well, busy for me, which means working on finishing my novel, doing my homework, going to class, and editing my thesis. My thesis is edited and turned in, now, and I’m graduated ABD. I spent the weekend writing and churned out 5700 words. Not bad, but today I’ve only written 1100 and I need to do more.
But first, a bath. And some more homework. Then making dinner. This workflow feels like home.
I ask because I’m about to compose a diary entry in Japanese about my hobbies, as part of my class. Which will further delay me from blogging, as one might imagine.
Other things which have kept me from blogging include this:
Yes. That’s right. Trent Reznor sang one of my favourite songs at a recent NIN show. And I was there. Granted, I wasn’t nearly this close, and I was standing on my tiptoes, but I was there. (I think I may have been hopping up and down and squeaking, actually. It’s sort of a happy blur. Ask Squid what happened.) I love his triumphant little “Yes!” toward the end of the performance, like he’s gleeful at having pulled it off.
I’m busy, today. However, I may Twitter in frustration, as I install plugins here and build a website elsewhere (more on that, later). I also have some school administration stuff to attend to (documents to request, phone calls to make).
Read Fledgling, The Claus Effect, and much of The Spirit
Write an outline for The Von Neumann Wives
Despite this, I’m still woefully behind on some things. I have roughly twenty days to learn katakana, and memorize more useful Japanese verbs. Also I can feel my thesis bearing down upon me, and I feel as though I’m quite behind (in my defence, academic writing feels much harder when one’s sinuses are clogged with eldritch horrors). I’ve got a lot to do. Wish me luck.
...is a science fiction writer, grad student, おたく, and immigrant. She has lived on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Seattle, and Toronto, where she is now a member of the Cecil Street Irregulars and a contributor to both Tor.com and WorldChanging Canada. Her fiction has been published in Tesseracts, FLURB, and Nature.
