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[kittydesade]

Bean an tí: A Sheáin! Tá an dinnéar réidh.
Seán: Beidh mé ann láithreach.
Bean an tí: Ar mhaith leat anraith?
Seán: Níor mhaith, go raibh maith agat.
Bean an tí: Tá breac úr anseo agam duit.
Seán: Tá sé sin go breá.
Bean an tí: Cad a bheidh agat le n-ól?
Seán: Beidh gloine uisce agam, le do thoil.
Bean an tí: Seo dhuit.
Seán: Go raibh maith agat. Tá sé seo an-bhlasta.
Bean an tí: An bhfuil do dhóthain agat?
Seán: Tá breis is mo dhóthain agam.
Bean an tí: Tá císte anseo. Ar mhaith leat píosa?
Seán: Ba mhaith, go raibh maith agat.
Bean an tí: Cé acu ab fhearr leat, tae nó caifé?
Seán: B'fhearr liom tae, más é do thoil é.
Bean an tí: An maith leat láidir é?
Seán: Láidir go leor.

Freastalaí: Dia dhíbh. Cad a bheidh agaibh? Dála an scéil, níl aon phióg úll fágtha. Tá brón orainn.
Eibhlín: Beidh cupán caifé agamsa, agus císte seacláide, más é do thoil é.
Freastalaí: Ar mhaith leat uachtar ar an gcíste?
Eibhlín: Ba mhaith. Beagán.
Gearóid: Tae a bheidh agamsa, agus císte seacláide freisin.
Freastalaí: Agus uachtar ar an gcíste?
Gearóid: Gan uachtar, más é do thoil é.
Freastalaí: Tá fáilte romhat. An bhfuil bhur ndóthain bainne ansin?
Eibhlín: Tá.
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Eibhlín: Tá an císte seo go hálainn. Cá ndéantar é?
Freastalaí: Faighimid é ó bhácús atá in aice linn.


Okay, at this point I'm pretty sure my body is just fucking with me. I do not approve.

Yeah, I have no idea what caused that dream last night, mostly comprised of being harassed, belittled, derided, and I think sexually stalked by some horrible combination-creature of two authors I particularly dislike for various reasons, mostly telling me it's so cute I'm trying to get published and I don't know how I could possibly think anyone actually likes my writing and meanwhile I'm pretty sure they were trying to steal my notes. All. Freaking. Night. This brought on by the same two authors in the names for an anthology... something. I don't know where the hell that came from but it can go back away now.

Still frustrated and annoyed with the state of my living room, but at least less frustrated and annoyed. Upon reflection of this, not even going to try to finish the post this morning, but this evening when I get home I'll do the last episode, polish that up, and do caps and post that over an hour or so, at my leisure and not trying to do fifty frillion things at once. And then dinner and more cleaning and so on. Dinner because the sauce involves booze and must therefore be watched.

Right. In light of that, though, today's workday projects should probably involve either coding ... say, the essays and/or the character sheet, basically, the tools section, and working on a first draft of the Nathan-v-Duke post so that's ready to go whenever it needs to go. Still not entirely sure what my thesis is, but that's more of needing to work out the words than not being sure I have one. Evening, post, dinner, more cleaning. Going to try a french fry recipe tonight, where recipe entails more of a set of cooking instructions than anything.

... No, seriously, this has to be a bipolar fit, because I'm having the blue meanie attack of why do I bother, no one gives a shit, I write and I write and it never goes anywhere, while this plagarist gets a fucking Clarion workshop, book deal, and movies with Aidan fucking Turner. Plagarist. Proven. And I can't do music, and my house is a wreck, and there's probably half a dozen things I'm not thinking of right at the moment. Basically, why are you whining at your journal because no one cares. Might as well sit on the couch and eat a whole bag of cookies and watch hot men on your screen because that's as close as you're going to get to satisfaction of anything.

(Which, heh. Translates roughly to: whine on journal. pull self off of couch, put away Irish study books, finish doing at least back stretches, pull self together at vanity, make sure lunch is packed, go to work, get coding done for website tools, write blog post, do line edits on one of the novellas in the anthology, and overall keep slogging because while I might self publish this anthology and only ten people might buy it? At least I'll have tried. ... Which is absolutely no comfort today but fuck you brain chemistry or whatever is causing this. I am going to get shit done and you can go sit in the corner till you agree to behave yourself.)

Eh. Keep calm, get shit done, and naked-Thorin-in-fur.

Comments

[kikibug13]

Naked Thorin helps a lot. With a little bit of luck, I might try for a Fili and Kili fic over the weekend maybe!

[viridian]

The thing about the plagiarist is that she built a huge, adoring online fanbase by catering to the porn-loving masses, and people will publish anyone with a built-in fanbase of that magnitude. (At least, I assume you're talking about CC.) It's possible to cater to the masses and post whatever slash fanfiction is hot at the moment all over every social network you can find while throwing in a few internet wanks to create further hype. (I say this as a CC fan back in the day -- before I found out she legitimately plagiarized someone's novel, I thought all her Buffy references and such were intentional and obvious enough that everyone was supposed to get them. Frankly, I don't feel like there was much wrong with the tv quotes in something that was livejournal fanfiction and not incredibly serious -- it was the taking paragraphs wholesale from whichever novelist and not admitting to it that grossed me out.)

Success in any of the arts is... honestly, I hate to say it, 99.9% a popularity contest and knowing how to market yourself. My friend who got published networked like ridiculous shit-crazy in addition to having a lot of talent; he's actually a great person, but super, super social, in addition to having lived in NYC and knowing a good number of well-connected people in the whole sci-fi/fantasy publishing world.

Basically, you'd probably have great luck if you were a mediocre but charismatic and extroverted writer, but being talented but introverted is tough. It's a lesson I need to learn, too.

[kittydesade]

Yeah, you guessed right; I didn't much have feelings on her one way or another until I found out she was a well documented plagarist. And now it just makes me sick to think that she got published and all this crap based on being popular, knowing how to work her popularity, and stealing. I mean... yeah. I know a lot of it is marketing and self-selling, and I don't like it, but I can try and work that? But, man, sometimes it just chaps my ass. Grump grump.

We can grump and sulk together, I guess?