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Jun. 10th, 2008 01:54 pmI am home! I have been for the past two days, give or take, but my brain is waiting to catch up with me. I have approximately a quadrillion pics, of which about 30 will probably be post-able. But that is in my "goal in life" sections.
AIM just dinged at me, and I got ridiculously excited... But no, it was the connection resetting and not an actual human.
I am going through "human contact" withdrawal, and my dad is going through "You're back so I can gripe at you about your suitcase sitting in the living room for too long" syndrome. Yes, I know I couldn't care less about the house. I am happy in my apathy. Five hours later, I moved the suitcase. Now, it will sit on a pile of clothes on the floor of my bedroom until I decide I need something out of it or decide to do something about it, or until he gets tired of seeing it there as well. That is a fantastic slice of my life. You'd think I'd come home happy after a break from it, but no, same old, same old. He probably felt abandoned. And I feel like I had every right. So, what can you do.
Zutara fic numero tres is currently writhing its way out of my head. Chapters six (1,600 words) and seven (1,200 words) are kind of being simultaneously crafted as I pare off some content that is going into the newly formed chapter eight (600 words). I also have some untyped content that will likely be chapter eight, and a scene that has no home, which may end up padding the hips of chapters four or five (or eight or nine). I have no idea what's actually in those chapters, and somewhere in there, plot is needed. Currently, it's being added subtly, like someone sticking in hair follicles. The end goal is, of course, to have a full head of hair, and not a mohawk. Depending on how much content I'm adding to eight, we may begin the ramp up to the finale as soon as late eight/early nine with nine ending at a wonderfully evil spot and ten hosting the climax and wind-down. Maybe eleven if the thing runs away. If I got creative, maybe one or two more, but we'll see how it looks... adding filler doesn't always add goodness. And I'm not sure how much of that would be at that point... Clearly, five rounds in my head to go.
And, while at the doctor yesterday, the chain of my favored jade necklace broke. D: Thankfully where I could scoop it into my pocket. So, new chain time. Thus ends the post of random.
AIM just dinged at me, and I got ridiculously excited... But no, it was the connection resetting and not an actual human.
I am going through "human contact" withdrawal, and my dad is going through "You're back so I can gripe at you about your suitcase sitting in the living room for too long" syndrome. Yes, I know I couldn't care less about the house. I am happy in my apathy. Five hours later, I moved the suitcase. Now, it will sit on a pile of clothes on the floor of my bedroom until I decide I need something out of it or decide to do something about it, or until he gets tired of seeing it there as well. That is a fantastic slice of my life. You'd think I'd come home happy after a break from it, but no, same old, same old. He probably felt abandoned. And I feel like I had every right. So, what can you do.
Zutara fic numero tres is currently writhing its way out of my head. Chapters six (1,600 words) and seven (1,200 words) are kind of being simultaneously crafted as I pare off some content that is going into the newly formed chapter eight (600 words). I also have some untyped content that will likely be chapter eight, and a scene that has no home, which may end up padding the hips of chapters four or five (or eight or nine). I have no idea what's actually in those chapters, and somewhere in there, plot is needed. Currently, it's being added subtly, like someone sticking in hair follicles. The end goal is, of course, to have a full head of hair, and not a mohawk. Depending on how much content I'm adding to eight, we may begin the ramp up to the finale as soon as late eight/early nine with nine ending at a wonderfully evil spot and ten hosting the climax and wind-down. Maybe eleven if the thing runs away. If I got creative, maybe one or two more, but we'll see how it looks... adding filler doesn't always add goodness. And I'm not sure how much of that would be at that point... Clearly, five rounds in my head to go.
And, while at the doctor yesterday, the chain of my favored jade necklace broke. D: Thankfully where I could scoop it into my pocket. So, new chain time. Thus ends the post of random.
