Just In The Mood To Ramble...
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Another week of job hunting and writing, really. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing profound, nothing interesting. I am not exactly restless, but definitely suffering a bit of ennui.
The recording is coming along, slowly. I haven't used Adobe Audition in over a year, and it shows. It takes me forever to remember how to do the simplest of tasks in it.
I've turned in two exchange fics, and I really want to start reading - I'm soooo looking forward to seeing everyone's fics. I'm sorry the exchange mods have had a rough time of it, what with drop-outs and extension requests, especially since this is my first year, but what fun I had writing. God, I love to write. If I don't write something every day, I feel wrong. It must be how artists like
sempraseverus ,
mimimanderly and
howlingmojo feel when they don't draw every day. I envy you ladies (and so many other of you who are phenomenal artists), but I understand the need and addictive pleasure of simply creating something from within.
I think that's the sad thing about the whole Amy Winehouse thing. Such a creative talent, but opiates destroy creativity, IMHO, or rather, the addiction to them. I think she just got worn down, and it was pitiful to see her struggling so much. Well, I think she may be somewhere now where she can enjoy herself. Poor little lost one.
We all have our weaknesses; sometimes I think that's all I'm made of. I'm staring down the loaded end of my 49th birthday this week, and I feel slightly sick that I'm not quite where I wanted to be. Yet. But at the end of that tunnel, I can see light, and that comforts me. I don't know when I'll reach it, but I know it's there. IN the meantime, there is such joy in writing, in reading beautifully crafted fics (The next chapter of
subvers 's Owned is up and instantly comes to mind), looking at beautiful drawings, like Sempra AccioHope, and Mimi's Tarot, which pleases me more than I can say. I am surrounded by creativity here, and it just fuels me like high-octane love.
Sorry to get so mawkish, but there you have it. You all are my addiction. Someone, I think it was
dhark_charlotte , had a userpic that said: "LiveJournal: The real reason your house is a f*(%ing disaster". Yes, my friends, that would be me.
I know that when I get a job (cross fingers, light candles, sacrifice blonds) I won't have this much freedom, so now I'm enjoying it to the hilt.
The recording is coming along, slowly. I haven't used Adobe Audition in over a year, and it shows. It takes me forever to remember how to do the simplest of tasks in it.
I've turned in two exchange fics, and I really want to start reading - I'm soooo looking forward to seeing everyone's fics. I'm sorry the exchange mods have had a rough time of it, what with drop-outs and extension requests, especially since this is my first year, but what fun I had writing. God, I love to write. If I don't write something every day, I feel wrong. It must be how artists like
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I think that's the sad thing about the whole Amy Winehouse thing. Such a creative talent, but opiates destroy creativity, IMHO, or rather, the addiction to them. I think she just got worn down, and it was pitiful to see her struggling so much. Well, I think she may be somewhere now where she can enjoy herself. Poor little lost one.
We all have our weaknesses; sometimes I think that's all I'm made of. I'm staring down the loaded end of my 49th birthday this week, and I feel slightly sick that I'm not quite where I wanted to be. Yet. But at the end of that tunnel, I can see light, and that comforts me. I don't know when I'll reach it, but I know it's there. IN the meantime, there is such joy in writing, in reading beautifully crafted fics (The next chapter of
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Sorry to get so mawkish, but there you have it. You all are my addiction. Someone, I think it was
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I know that when I get a job (cross fingers, light candles, sacrifice blonds) I won't have this much freedom, so now I'm enjoying it to the hilt.
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Date: 2011-07-24 07:23 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2011-07-24 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-24 09:16 pm (UTC)Age is but a state of being some days I am 100 others I am 12 what does my 42 year old body know?
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Date: 2011-07-24 09:41 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday hon. I am a loaded 49.
Yes we all seem to know our faults. I am being forced to lear the limits of time and space.
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Date: 2011-07-24 10:24 pm (UTC)Don't worry about your birthday. Every day that you write you are getting better. Don't think about your age, think about how all those days that you have been able to write, and how much you have improved in that time.
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Date: 2011-07-29 12:05 pm (UTC)But that's me. Sometimes, I feel like I'm 50 and not 23. I've seen so many things, been trough a lot, and that makes me feel old. Sometimes, I wish I could be just like other people my age, they enjoy going out, or partying and just be young. I have no such luck, I always think 10 steps ahead what this or that will do to me. But then again, when I read about people like Amy Winehouse, I'm grateful that I'm so responsible, and yes, such a bore. At least I have no fear of overdosing. Or really, getting hurt by being irresponsible, getting addicted to alcohol (tough, I shouldn't say that, because I don't know how my life will turn out).
So, you just ramble on, write, write and write, and just plain live like you want. If that means writing every day, or reading or eating chocolate, just do it. You only have one life, right?
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Date: 2011-07-29 03:59 pm (UTC)Oh, age as a number doesn't bother as much as it did 10 years ago, that's a fact. And I still feel around 25 or so (when my old bones don't remind me otherwise!) But no, I'm not complaining. Being 49 and alive sure beats the alternative!