now i'm ready to grow young again
Jul. 11th, 2008 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_splotchWhy won't it stop raining? I'm fine with rain when I'm at work (it means I get paid to clean and stock sweets and, when it's very slow, read, which is much more fun than customers), but we're entering week two of almost constant rain with occasional glimpses of sun, and it's rather dispiriting. Whatever happened to summer?
Still plodding along here, writing and thinking about my dissertation and having a quiet and non-remarkable summer. The only thing that's bad about it is that it flies past - not helped by the odd sleeping pattern Gem and I have got ourselves into. Mine's worse to be honest - get up at ten, go to be at twelve with Gem, read until three in the morning. I keeping trying to plan my dissertation at two am, never a good idea. It keeps shifting, unruly. I need to pick up A Home at the End of the World soon, since all my ideas loop and hinge on coming of age themes and possibly alternative families. More conventional than I'd hoped, less abstract, but workable and fun and a chance to talk about sexuality and narrators.
R went home yesterday. She's moving to France next year, so it was a proper move home. I miss her already - the house is quiet and a little bit lonely without her.
Also weirding myself out by writing a quasi-steampunk young adult's story, which is completely out of character for me. I'm not quite sure I have the ability, but so far it's coming along quite well. I have seven doodles of an airship in my notebook and I can't draw. I'm taking this as a good sign.
I can't believe I'm going home in a couple of days. It feels surreal.
Still plodding along here, writing and thinking about my dissertation and having a quiet and non-remarkable summer. The only thing that's bad about it is that it flies past - not helped by the odd sleeping pattern Gem and I have got ourselves into. Mine's worse to be honest - get up at ten, go to be at twelve with Gem, read until three in the morning. I keeping trying to plan my dissertation at two am, never a good idea. It keeps shifting, unruly. I need to pick up A Home at the End of the World soon, since all my ideas loop and hinge on coming of age themes and possibly alternative families. More conventional than I'd hoped, less abstract, but workable and fun and a chance to talk about sexuality and narrators.
R went home yesterday. She's moving to France next year, so it was a proper move home. I miss her already - the house is quiet and a little bit lonely without her.
Also weirding myself out by writing a quasi-steampunk young adult's story, which is completely out of character for me. I'm not quite sure I have the ability, but so far it's coming along quite well. I have seven doodles of an airship in my notebook and I can't draw. I'm taking this as a good sign.
I can't believe I'm going home in a couple of days. It feels surreal.
