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Mar. 2nd, 2003 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksTo My Frosh: I love you all.
To Everybody: I anticipate a while of serious noveling coming up here. Don't go telling me I'm not well enough for it; I know perfectly well I'm not well enough for it. It's just, I have to do something or go crazy. Crazier.
In honor of my present mood, I've changed my icon. I was nice to y'all. I edited out the wings. And the pic is in black-and-white.
Frankly, I'm not sure that being in an ooh-I-get-to-go-have-fun mood about my novel is any better than hiding under the bed. But my bed has dust bunnies under it, which are living normal dust bunny lives, in sanctuary from my roommate, who Cleans Things, and therefore do not deserve the Mad One coming to ask about the health of the little ones. (No, it would be all concerned, and benefactory, and talk about schooling and health insurance until everyone wanted to scream and throw things at it. Then it would tip its hat, smile with Big Pointy Teeth, and go home, without ever doing anything nasty, to wait until the anticipation of its upcoming nastiness caused everyone to die of heart failure. Possibly, on the ninetieth anniversary of its visit, it would destroy the credit rating of someone it had never met who had nothing to do with anything. Smugly. I have to live with this thing, on account of having made it up and all.)
Anyway. If I see you in the next week and I am not a) actively doing school-related work of some sort b) actively putting food in my face or c) actively working on my novel then there is something wrong, which should be addressed by giving me another writing implement or a print-out of my e-reserves or the napkins.
You know, the Mad One is probably the quintessential Person Who Smiles All The Time. My subconscious has a weird sense of humor.
Good night.
To Everybody: I anticipate a while of serious noveling coming up here. Don't go telling me I'm not well enough for it; I know perfectly well I'm not well enough for it. It's just, I have to do something or go crazy. Crazier.
In honor of my present mood, I've changed my icon. I was nice to y'all. I edited out the wings. And the pic is in black-and-white.
Frankly, I'm not sure that being in an ooh-I-get-to-go-have-fun mood about my novel is any better than hiding under the bed. But my bed has dust bunnies under it, which are living normal dust bunny lives, in sanctuary from my roommate, who Cleans Things, and therefore do not deserve the Mad One coming to ask about the health of the little ones. (No, it would be all concerned, and benefactory, and talk about schooling and health insurance until everyone wanted to scream and throw things at it. Then it would tip its hat, smile with Big Pointy Teeth, and go home, without ever doing anything nasty, to wait until the anticipation of its upcoming nastiness caused everyone to die of heart failure. Possibly, on the ninetieth anniversary of its visit, it would destroy the credit rating of someone it had never met who had nothing to do with anything. Smugly. I have to live with this thing, on account of having made it up and all.)
Anyway. If I see you in the next week and I am not a) actively doing school-related work of some sort b) actively putting food in my face or c) actively working on my novel then there is something wrong, which should be addressed by giving me another writing implement or a print-out of my e-reserves or the napkins.
You know, the Mad One is probably the quintessential Person Who Smiles All The Time. My subconscious has a weird sense of humor.
Good night.
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Noveling and the Mad One
Date: 2003-03-01 11:36 pm (UTC)Has the Cheshire cat met the Mad One? Smiling all the time. Terrifiyingly great things....I shouldn't think on this before sleep.
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