ink_splotch: (we touch when we want to [love])
1. I just had the most ridiculous Easter lunch where, among other things, my cousin tried to drink his own weight in beer to prove that my dad had bought too little (...I know), my brother discussed intimate hair-dos, my uncle decided to declare he's a lesbian, I held a mini-lecture on the uselessness of Derrida, and we concluded that the global finacial crisis is nothing compared to the past couple of seasons for my brothers' football team.

Please tell me that this isn't just my family?

Oh, and we also discussed racism in Disney movies.

2. I keep having World War I related dreams. Not only have I had Siegfried Sassoon's shell-shock dreams (which is awkward enough), but I keep dreaming about trenches and Very lights. I haven't even started my essay for The Great War yet. This, I feel, is not promising.

2a. I have been scribbling notes for my essay everywhere though, and am beginning to regret only have 5000 words for this.

2b. Oh, I went to Dublin with Gemma (which was amazing - good Lord, Irish food!) and we stumbled over the most brilliantly twisty little bargain bookstore right near the university. We were both utterly enamoured of it anyway - and that was before I accidently knocked into a bookshelf and a biography of Sassoon dropped onto my foot - for 5 euros. Now we think it may be a magic bookshop, and wish we'd thought to want the entire Discworld series in hardback (though arguably that would have pushed us over our baggage limit).

3. In an effort to not do any useful work, I am currently working my way through the Tintin series (this is...somehow relevant. Or it will be, since I've managed to get just about everything else I've read and watched recently to be at least vaguely related to World War I - something of a task when it comes to Discworld, but hey, I manage). Naturally, this means that I am also sticking my toe into the fandom, which has fabulous things like this article and this, Ulysses, which is kind of amazing. It's not a big fandom, but hey, the old comics are brilliant enough on their own. Still: oh, internets.

3a. Hey, speaking of fandom, how much do I love that "Mads og Monopolet" (a Danish radio show) had a discussion about Harry Potter slash, wherein all of the commentators were totally awesome about it, and said it seemed like a creative and fulfilling hobby. THIS IS WHY DANISH RADIO IS FOR THE WIN, people. Also, because they discussed porn-for-women, and the brilliance of written porn. ♥

4. I've got the door open, Aerosmith up loud and no one else home. \o/ It's almost summer, you guys!
ink_splotch: (wacky modern-day families [us])
Where's my DVD, Amazon? I was promised a DVD today, and I upheld my part of the cosmic bargain - 5219 words, baby - and now I want my boykissing. NOT ON AMAZON!

Speaking of my dissertation - it's still sans conclusion, which is fun. I figure it's easier to edit first and then, when I'm really sure of what I've actually written, my conclusion will be easier to write. Right? Someone back me up here? I am a bit worried that I will have to lose something important to make room for my conclusion - or, rather, I'll have to lose one of my pet points. Or some of the theory - I love all my stupid sociology notes.

However! Today I have to entertain R (and possibly cook dinner, which seems like a lot of work right now) and then tomorrow's New Years, so unless I burn the midnight oil again like last night, I won't be doing any work until the 2nd. Hmm.

Now! To email Newcastle and ask if an English degree is good enough to do gender studies. Busy busy, people!
ink_splotch: (how they shine for you [stars])
Dude, packing, why so hard? And why is it that whenever I go home, my suitcase is always heavier than going out? Even this time, when going out I was dragging a PlayStation3 for the littlest bro? The thing took up half my suitcase! And yet, today there is barely room for all my stuff! This is considering I am ostensibly only bringing back four books, a pair of trousers, a pair of shoes and a dress more than I left with. The hell?

Also, I can't get over the fact that I'm going home tomorrow. And that it's almost 2009. And that from tomorrow onward, I will have no excuse not to write my dissertation already. And my American Studies essay. Actually, the weirdest thing is how much I'm looking forward to it, like I needed these days off to finally realize that I like what I'm doing (well, these days off and a discussion with my father about the relative merits of the nuclear family and Reagan's presidency. That helped too, mostly because it turns out I know what I'm on about. Which is very nice!) I also have encouragment to do work in the form of The Bubble, which should be arriving the 30th. Which I am only allowed to watch if I've typed up the last 1500 words or so of my dissertation, which should be pretty easy. I mean, I already know what I want to say for most of it.

And if pretty gay movies aren't enough to inspire me to work, then I fear I am a hopeless case.

Apart from all that - it will be good to be back home. I love Denmark, I love my friends here and my family, but - I miss Leicester, you know? I miss Leicester and Gemma and Bean and everyone and my stupid house.

Still. I really fucking hate packing. Urgh.
ink_splotch: (how we live now [spaced])
I've just written 1000 words of my dissertation. For one subheading. On one of the bulletpoints I'm supposed to covering. On on of the three texts I'm supposed to be discussing.

Not only that, but I only have two secondary criticism quotes, neither of which actually pertain to performativity which is what I'm writing about.

Once again, I'd like to note the 5000 words really is fuck all. Also, I'd like to note that I'm going to go and cry somewhere now. Or possibly watch Hot Fuzz and then cry.
ink_splotch: (between this breath & the next [shelter])
One of the things I love about going for an ultrasound is the other people. All of whom stare at you as if you've just wandered in from the street wearing next-to-nothing, on your way from one man to another. Without fail. It's hilarious.

Also in the hilarity column, I was watching Ice Blues in the livingroom while doing dishes with Bean. Housemate C wondered in, and watch a couple of the action scenes with us, and was like: wow, guns, knifes, hand-to-hand combat, this has everything!

Bean and I: *do not say "And gay sex!"*

C: You probably like it for the right reasons, like character development and plot and interactions.

Bean and I: *giggle madly and do not say "And gay sex!"*

Good times, man.

So, what else is new? The SU is threatening to cut me off if I don't send them documents which I've already sent. Twice. I'm not sure what's going on there, but I figure call them Thursday and sort this out. They're nice people right? I mean. For a Danish government agency.

My dissertation presentation is next Thursday; it currently has a powerpoint and will possibly actually have a speech to go with it by Thursday. It's just that I still don't actually know what I'm doing. There's part of me that's very (very) tempted to go full on cultural studies and just talk about the representation of the struggle for a working family model in my texts, but that seems too easy and also more like I'm doing a sociology degree than an English degree - not that I'm not tempted at this point. Particularly because I've been reading a lot of Stephanie Coontz, who makes family theory seem fun and useful, and compounds her damage by also being really useful in relation to my dissertation.

My dissertation is, at the moment, for those following this saga, currently titled: Real and Imagined Communities in Coming of Age Literature. Which is a pretentious way of saying: Families, real and created. It is actually quite interesting - I'm certainly more excited about this than I've been about any title for a while, but it just all seems like so much stress, you know? Like, I've been doing this for six months now, how is it not done?

Oh, life, why so crazy?

I'm off to dance around to the Scissor Sisters some more. Because I wouldn't want to be productive or anything.
ink_splotch: (i play in a rock'n'roll band [estreet])
1. I hate IKEA when I have no money.


I'm kind of madly addicted to this clip, because that's me! Me with, you know, a twin sister and singing abilities, but still.

3.I've been reading In Country by Bobbie Ann Mason, which is...disturbing and excellent and exactly what I needed for my dissertation. And also has a million references to Bruce Springsteen and M*A*S*H, which makes me - not happy exactly, but it creates an area of empathy, which makes the protagonist, Sam, easier to relate to. It's an excellent book, and works well both as a period piece and as a greater story of human suffering and redemption. Which I believe shall be my theme for my dissertation: Redemption through the search for the self in Reagan-era literature. Except I need a snappier title. But it works, and it particularly works with A Home at the End of the World, a book I have a lot of issues with, but which works as a contrast, because In Country is a very explicit period piece with a broad, national gaze, whereas A Home at the End of the World is a period piece masquerading as an interior study of four people. And they both offer differing ideas of how to respond to a period which you don't feel like you fit into; both have a very strong sense of the sixties as a Utopia, but a false Utopia, or certainly one to which you can't return to. This also means I can reference a lot of music, read up on my 80s political science and history, as well as do some psychological analysis. Score.

3a. However, first I need to finish Middlemarch. 150 pages down, 700 to go.

4. I give you Glory Days, which apparently foregrounds [Bruce Springsteen's] elaborate homoerotic dances with Miami Steve Van Zandt, as Martha Nell Smith puts it.

4a. The essay that quotes comes from, Sexual Mobilities in Bruce Springsteen, is actually amazing. It combines a few of my favourite things: pop culture studies, Bruce Springsteen and queer/feminist theories. I actually squealed when she referenced Eva Kosofsky Sedgwick and Adrienne Rich. Time to go back to university, methinks.

4b. Also? This: the bond of "adhesive love" between Springsteen and Van Zandt became clear once one saw the two men together on stage. As Jim Cullen, author of Born in the USA: Springsteen and the American Tradition, noted, the two men "gazed" into one another's eyes as they sang and shared the microphone so closely their lips almost touched (Cullen 132). Even more telling, night after night on the Born in the USA tour, Springsteen dedicated another song to his absent blood brother, entitled "No Retreat, No Surrender." From here

Never stops being awesome. And also confirms my theory that No Surrender and Bobby Jean are a matched pair.
ink_splotch: (chase away the blues [music])
So, I was browsing today in my favourite bookshop and stumbled across this. I promptly dragged it (it's huge and has a slip-cover and is hardback and, you guys, seriously) over to the in-store coffee shop and started browsing. And man, it's beautiful, it really is. So many pictures, and so many old pictures (it kind of weirds me out how nice Steven looks with long hair. Also how much Bruce occasionally looks like a woman). And it's full of quotes, including one which almost exactly echoes a sentence in the story I've been writing. This amuses me way too much.

(I may have sort of bought the book. From Amazon, of course - in the bookshop it was 469 kr, and I do not have that kind of money for a book. Still. On one hand, unnecessary purchase. On the other hand, pictures! And fold-outs. I'm a little bit in love)

Speaking of things that amuse me, incidentally, I've spent a more-than-sensible amount of time pondering whether any of Bruce's performances made onto TV in the 70s/80s and if so, did the kiss with Clarence make it on, and if so would that be the first instance of a m/m interracial kiss on American TV? This is totally a valid point to think about, I feel.

Also! At the bookstore, I did end up buying The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, which I read this afternoon - I've read a couple of the chapter before in the Donald Duck comics (I may be wrong, but I think the whole thing was serialized in Denmark in 1997 during one of the anniversaries), but it was brilliant to read through it all at once and see it unfold properly. It really is an amazing piece of work and hugely entertaining, and it freaks me out a little how connected I am to these characters, you know? Like, I was picking up on all the stupid in-jokes and recognizing characters before they were identified. And it was emotional - I got a little choked up when Scrooge leaves Scotland for Duckburg, and also when the family storms out (of course, then there's the whole Donald thing, which. DONALD!).

Also, how awesome is Hortense? She's not a character with a lot of page-time, but she's such a character, I was incredibly endeared to her from the start. And she kicks ass! She's totally almost-scarier than Scrooge himself (or Buck. Snerk). And of course, Huey, Dewey and Louie at the end are ace.

Both this and the immense amount of Springsteen I'm listening to had got me thinking about American identity, which has got me reading A Home at the End of the World and thinking about identification in that. Which means - drum roll, please - I have started my dissertation! This is exciting for me.

ETA: I am ridiculously endeared by this one moment during The Rising tour DVD during Ramrod, when Bruce is being a total dork and Steven just looks at Patti like, he's your husband. It makes me laugh, don't judge me.
ink_splotch: (i am the dreamer [faith])
You know, you mention to your friends that you may have a slight crush on a TV personality, and suddenly you find yourself implicated in plans to kidnap said TV personality and do - how did R word it? - wrong things to said personality. It occurs to me that sanity is quite thin on the ground in my house. Also that I didn't have this problem when I was geeking out over QI - no one ever accused me of wanting to kidnap Stephen Fry.

(Still: HEE, I'm going to see Frankie Boyle live in December!)


My dissertation has taken another turn, but this time I think it will stay, for the simple reason that what I've proposed this time fits thematically with what I've been doing so far at university (for, obviously, continuity is important as an undergraduate and there's no sense in branching out or trying something new. Right.) So, the current proposal: Escape and the engagement situation in post-modern literature. Which also has the advantage of being tangentially related to my submitted title by way of fairytales.

Speaking of the future and academia, I've been reading Virginia Woolf's The Common Reader. It's a collection of essays, and as with all Virginia Woolf's writing, I am filled with envy and awe when I read it. She is so damn smart and persuasive and elegant. Furthermore her writing is filled with a justification of its own existence - everything she writes, it seems, defends why literature is an art, why it's important. And her essays are helping, really, making me feel like maybe I've got something worthwhile going here, that perhaps I can do something worthwhile with my degree.


Also, I've actually been doing some writing. One finished story, one at 2,000 words and holding and, uh, a Narnia fic that I wasn't going to write currently holding at 700 words. And an essay on reading. I'm particularly geared up about the essay, because it's easy going, fun to write and think about. I'm not sure it's the most useful of my writing projects, but it may yet be the most exciting.


ink_splotch: (waitin' on a sunny day [mash])
I think the best thing you can say about my grades is that they indicate how completely ridiculously nonacademic our exams are.

Still. It could have gone a lot worse. And I managed to get two super-firsts for essays, so that pleases me. The only thing I'm really disappointed in is my critical theory, but from the comments on the script, I think I understand what went wrong. Which is something.

Oddly enough, this hasn't added to concerns about whether or not I'm doing the right degree, which I suppose is a good sign. I mean, critical theory is making me worry about my dissertation, but then again, it's a completely different type of paper, so maybe I shouldn't over think it. But on the whole, all these grades really tell me is that I'm better at essays.
ink_splotch: (average it but never act it [age])
So, while Gemma was at home I planned to the following:

1.Start work on my dissertation.
1a. Get books out of the library
1b. Start reading my supplementary texts

2. Email my supervisor and have my dissertation question approved.

3. Email my department to see if changing special subjects is possible.

4. Write something.
4a. New Year's Resolution fic.
4b. Road trip story that has been stuck in my head for about a year now.

5. Do laundry.

How many things did I manage:

4a. New Year's Resolution fic. [started, and it is crap]

5. Do laundry. [had run out of socks]

Now, you might point out that Gemma isn't back for another day. To which I might point out that it's 5 am and it's light outside. I'm going to say Thursday's a bit of a lost cause, you know.

My uselessness, it frightens me. Although I do have an excuse today, as I had to distract a friend during preparations for her surprise party (though part of this was sleeping up against her for an hour) and I spent a lot of time with R, who is moving to France next year. So.

Still. Ask me how many Mock the Week episodes I've watched?
ink_splotch: (can't I just be my own kind [whoami])
1. Yesterday, Bean and I went to her minister's for dinner and ended up having a huge discussion about feminism, Christianity and gay rights and it was absolutely amazing. I haven't felt so challenged and engaged in ages. I felt like I was able to make coherent points, I felt that Bean and I were able to compliment each other in the discussion, and the people we were debating with actually listened - and I listened to them, which. It was weird and I went home and kept thinking about what we were talking about. I felt smart and intrigued and like I wanted to learn more about what we'd been talking about.

Here's my question, then: why don't I feel that way about my degree programme?

2. Last night I had my first stress-sleep. I kept waking up, thinking I had to be somewhere, or that I hadn't completed something, or that I'd forgotten to study something.

I have thirteen days until my first exam. If this continues until then, I will actually go insane before I even reach my exams.

3. Our dissertation lists are up and my supervisor is possibly the person in the department I have the least affinity for. I don't dislike her, I just don't get along with her. She's my personal tutor as well, and I cannot communicate with her; she was no help at all trying to decide the title of my dissertation. Thanks a bunch, Department! If you could maybe see fit to change my exam dates to a week earlier, that'd just be peachy!


4. In news, completely unrelated to my academic career: Keith Olbermann owns my soul. Bush is horrible on levels I can't quite comprehend, but Keith Olbermann's smackdown is a joy to behold.
ink_splotch: (No need to dream [otp])
My first exam is in 15 days. Ask me how much revision I've done.

Actually, don't. It's too depressing.

Speaking of academia, our special subjects have been assigned, and I'm doing 'Ibsen' in my first semester and 'The Great War' in my second. 'The Great War' was my first choice, so I'm pretty much overjoyed (Regeneration essay, here I come!), but as for 'Ibsen', I'm kind of disappointed - even though I shouldn't be, it's my own damn choice. I was just so into my first choice - 'Coming of Age in America' - because I'm all about narratives of adolescence, and I love American literature (in fact, at times I think I prefer it to English, certainly for historical contexts) and I wanted so badly to do Catcher in the Rye again, not to mention A Home at the End of the World, so. I don't know, it's just that the themes of adolescence - sexuality, identity, familial relationships, all that jazz - that's what I'm interested in, besides writing and storytelling as general themes (my second year essays, let me show you them). But at least with Ibsen, I can feel superior about being able to read the plays in the original. Not that I'm arrogant in the least. Or anything.

But, seriously, Catcher in the Rye. WANT.

On the bright side, I have finished my critical theory essay (seriously, I feel like I've been writing it forever now. Still, I'm okay with how it turned out, even if I'm not expecting anything special - it's a very straight forward, conventional essay, and I know some people are doing amazing things with theirs. It was fun to write, so who cares, really?); I have sorted out my economics for this month and, hopefully, next month as well; I've requested time off work for exams; I just had a delicious lunch with Gemma and the sun is still shining, which always helps. Life, on the whole, is pretty amazing.

Except for the special subject thing, the exam thing and the fact that my mother has bought a new puppy and I'm not at home to play with it. That's growing up for you, right?

Also, these spoilers for Hollyoaks are cheering me up, as is this clip from Brothers and Sisters. Oh, boys!
ink_splotch: (a happy ending i'll never have [us])
My real-life is something of a muddle. My father was in Leicester, Monday to Tuesday, and it was so nice to see him again, but now I miss him terribly, and I'm not going home until July; I was sent home from work yesterday after I had a minor collapse due to cramps, which did not exactly heighten my opinion of the day in general; and a couple of my housemates are in a mood with the rest of us, due to discussions of rooming arrangements next year. Not exactly the best start ever to a week, if I'm honest.

Apart from that, I have my last Critical Theory seminar on Friday, which means it'll be the last time I see my seminar tutor. Which makes me quite sad, since he's absolutely amazing (and so is CT, which is another reason for sadness.)

On the other hand, I have finished my Satire and Sense essay, and only need to edit (and possibly create a conclusion for) my Critical Theory essay, which is a very good thing; Gemma's been taking care of me, which has been, well, wonderful (I'm...kind of bad at dealing with people taking care of me - I feel obliged to help. However, Gemma got rather strict with me, so. Yes.); I'm beginning to think I may just be able to scrape by my exams. Also I've been reading Stephen Jay Gould's Life's Grandeur, which is amazing and beautiful and kind of makes me wish I were more of a scientist. Or smart enough to be able to use his theories in some way for my academic work (which remind me, I really, really need to start thinking seriously about my dissertation. And possibly considering re-reading Anansi Boys.)


Quite apart from everything else, I've got a craving for World Without End fic. Which disappointingly still doesn't exist. The book's been out for six months, people!Spoilers! )

Speaking of things related to the fandom life: Beat It. I love Patrick. Like, a lot. (His voice, you guys!)

Also, DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam messed with me. I can't believe how short it is for something that packs such a powerful punch. It's an SG:A alternate universe, where Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell isn't just a law - it's a chip, implanted into everyone affiliated with the US military. It gets to me on a number of levels and some of them make me a little uncomfortable, but I recommend it whole-heartedly. It is amazing.
ink_splotch: (we're gonna have it all [friends])
Fab things:

1. My room is clean. Or at least tidy. Tidier. Okay, so my room no longer looks like a library threw up over it. Books in organized piles, FTW!

2. I have finished my critical theory essay! Which is to say, I've written 2000 words. Now, to the edit-mobile!

3. Doctor Who! Oods! )

4. M*A*S*H marathons on TV. Hi Trapper ILU. Still. The more I watch the first three seasons, the more the whole "Trapper-is-a-bastard" thing in fandom mystifies me. Trapper's lovely. ♥

5. Yesterday, in my house, we had E's brother and sister, T's sister, Mike and his housemate and Gemma. It was a lot like I imagine having a large ethnic family would be like. Except with a truly disgusting sense of humor.

It was brilliant.



1. Satire and Sensibility essay still stalling at 200 words and still made of fail.

1a. S&S is due in a week before CT. Oops?

2. Morte D'Arthur, presentation on. For Wednesday. I hope my tutor doesn't mind it being all about the War of the Roses and not at all about the book. Because the book sucks.

3. I have to go to work tomorrow. Which sucks. I've applied for jobs elsewhere, but no word yet. I just. I'm so bored and I don't even have nice co-workers to make up for it.

Also, the pay is lousy. Boo.

However, I am going to go and do my presentation now (possibly while watching M*A*S*H) and all shall be well with the world.

Also, did I mention? Becca's back in town! ♥!
ink_splotch: (we all need somebody [team])
Considering my somewhat well-known love for World War II related fiction, and particularly considering my very well-known love for stories about sexuality, not to mention my affection for stories about stories, you would have thought that someone would have pointed me in the direction of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, wouldn't you?

Can you say post-exam indulgence?


My entire house currently smells of cabbage because I am attempting cabbage casserole for dinner. I didn't realize how much it smells, though. Still, Chris just came in to compliment me on it, so it can't be that bad, right?

Also, it still manages to make me happy that I have people who compliment me on my cooking and who I can talk to about nothing for ages. I love this house, I really do, and everyone in it. It's been so good to be back and just hang-out with them, having random conversations about just about anything at anytime; when I'm in Denmark, I miss wandering into the kitchen for a drink and getting caught up in a conversation.


How awesome is Donna so far? I mean, 4x01 sucked, but the banter between Donna and Ten was spot-on from the start, and when she basically insisted he let her help him fix the problem, I knew I liked her. 4x02 (which I thought was excellent, and really furthered my understanding of the Doctor) just cemented my adoration. She's so fiesty, and I really like the way she and the Doctor deal with each other - the characterization of the Doctor so far really also shows how much having Martha as a companion really did change him, which, VINDICATED! It's all very, very awesome, and now I'm all giddy about Who again.

I may have to re-watch 3x05/3x06.


So far my critical theory essay is a sentence long, and that sentence is a quote. Yet, I feel the important thing is that I've begun.

(Also, it's a Neil Gaiman quote. You can't go wrong, really)
ink_splotch: (soldiers of a different war [m/10])
As with most things, the answer to the question 'what do I want to do for my dissertation?' seems to oppression. More specifically, dystopias, and if we were to further narrow it down: the significance of dystopic tropes in Un Lun Dun. Which would allow me to talk about 1984, Fahrenheit 451 and Narnia and Harry Potter. And, you know, fairy tales.

I think the problem with my dissertation is that I projecting my entire future onto it - this is what you will be doing for the rest of your life sort of thing. Which isn't in any strict sense true (though I'm assuming it makes more sense to write in an area that's, you know, interesting to you). Still, I can't shake it.

Though if I did end up writing on dystopia and children's literature for the next couple of years, I wouldn't complain. So, I guess this is what I'm going for. And now that I've mostly made up my mind, maybe I could start focusing a little on my upcoming essay and, you know, the ton of other work that I'm neglecting to panic about my dissertation.
ink_splotch: (can't I just be my own kind [whoami])
I am not writing my dissertation on Marlowe's Edward II. I am not.
ink_splotch: (when i sleep i dream [run away])
So, I'm kind of madly happy. I'm not entirely sure why, either, particularly because I've had moments of extreme malaise and worry about exams and my future during today, but it sort of passed during Medieval Lit (though I still say a lecture at 5 till 6 is unreasonably late), stuck between Becca and Phil and making stupid comments and jokes about religion (University: if you can't make fun of it, it ain't worth studying). Which is awesome, since it means that now I'm here, sleepy and quite content. Mmmmm. Even though I am vaguely missing Gemma, who's gone home for two days. It's not too bad, though, sort of a comfortable ache.

I mean, I'm still worried about my grades (which I don't get until next week and, I just - I've never felt so badly after an exam, and it's not really a comfortable feeling) and my thesis (because it's soon, really soon now, and I'm still not entirely sure what I want to write about: Fairytales and the Creation of Identity in The Book of Lost Things, The Function of the Fictional in The Book of the Duchess or something completely different, maybe to do with gender. And it's the fact that I don't feel like there's anyone in the faculty I could really go to to get help with this that's annoying me most of all, I think) and I still don't feel like I'm keeping up as well as I should be - I kind of feel like everyone else has a lot more terminology than me, or at least, it comes easier to them than it does to me, which is frustrating, particularly because I could be doing more work and I'm sort of...not.

Still, fuck it, I'm happy. I've got friends and Critical Theory and will quite possibly be able to do gender studies for my second Restoration essay, which would just be plain awesome.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a short story called 'The Storyteller', which I actually quite like. And now there's a creative writing competition at University and I am tempted. Very tempted. On the other hand, I am very awkward about showing something I like that isn't fandom related to anyone. Particularly this story, which is the first thing I've written since this summer and is , well, important to me. Also, I'm not sure it doesn't need editing, but I'm kind of sensitive about it - I don't really want someone to rip it apart. Dilemma.

Speaking of writing, I have about 1000 words of English Department fic, except it has completely departed the world of RPF and entered the world of original fiction (which is both exciting and odd) and also it is present tense. Which is...freaky. I'll probably end up changing it. Mostly I'm just kind of surprised I'm writing. It's both nice and frustrating because, well, as I was talking to Sofie about when she was here, I don't really think of myself as a writer. I think of myself as an academic writer (to a certain degree, anyway), but not a fiction writer. And yet, now it's as if something is working and I'm writing - not all the time, but sometimes. It's very strange.

It's also frustrating, because guess who hasn't started on her Restoration passage analysis yet? Oh, that would be me! (And it's due in in two weeks, why do I do this to myself?)

Oh! Finally, may I highly recommend Company of Liars? I got it from Gemma for our anniversary and it hooked me; it's about a band of travellers during the first year of the plague - a trader in sacred relics, a couple on the run, a deformed storyteller, a magician, two musicians, a healer and little girl who tells runes. It manages to be both a riveting, creepy story as well as interesting on a human level; the characters are compelling, the history well-researched and worked into the text (none of that exposition blather) and captures the sense of fear that the plague must have evoked believably. It's just really, really good and has an excellent narrative voice and a really awesome twist at the end. Very, very much recommended.

And now I should probably go to bed, so I am well-rested for tomorrow's day o'Torchwood. Mmm.
ink_splotch: (hideaway place [solace])
You know, I have little over a week before I have to have a signature saying that I have chosen my topic for the Big Written Assignment from my English teacher, I've been asking for a meeting with the women since September, but have I got it? No. And I'm still a little bit lost on what I want to choose - I've narrowed it down to three: The Handmaid's Tale, The Color Purple or Monstrous Regiment (Have a female sexuality and genderidentity preference? Why, yes) But I need to be absolutely certain by December second, and has my literature arrived yet? No, it has not. None of it. ARGH. I cannot take this kind of thing. And my sodding teacher is absent all of next week, so I have to get all this solved by, um, when? Oh, yes - Thursday.

Well. Okay, then.

However! I have been to Tivoli this week, so all is not lost. And I have re-started my drivers license, which is good. I guess.

I also have Son of a Witch lying on my table which I completely intend to read as soon as I get five minutes to myself. Hopefully this weekend, but I seem to remember a couple of engangments this weekend. Can't remember what they entail exactly, I just have a feeling that I have some. So all is in fact completely normal here. Whee!

Also, you know one of the great things about Bruce Springsteen? It's completely all right to look like a complete dork dancing to his songs, 'cause so does he. That makes me happy. *grins*

Oh! And Julie, I'm sorry I haven't reveiwed the last couple of snippets of your NaNo novel - I'll get to it some point, I promise!
ink_splotch: (creating something [fountainpen])
Things I totally should do today:

* Do laundry, as I am down to one (old) pair of jeans.

* Return library books, as they are late.

* Finish The English aka one of the funniest books ever.

* Seriously ponder the Big Written Paper of Doom, as I still have not made a decision. Because I suck

* Re-watch the Glory Days music video

* Search for secondary sources for BWPoD, which should be easy, even if I haven't decided on a book.

* Write either fic or social studies assignment, though probably fic, since I have three pages of notes for it and social studies isn't for another 10 days.

*Watch The Sting Fuck it - Watch The Sting on DR2, one of the most amusing films ever.

* Actually read religion homework.

And now I'm going to run, so I can do as many of those things as possible before The Sting comes on at 16. Tess, Sofie etc. - watch it if you can!


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