headtoofull

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That amuses me. Although the only entry that really described me was the first one. "Hey! That dream I had would make a nifty story..." I get that so often.

Have you ever had the experience of headtoofull? It's a phrase I coined just the other day. It's a phrase that means your head is so full of thoughts and ideas, some of them your own, some of them you would swear were other people's, some of them just alien, some of them far too familiar for comfort. Some of them are my stories. Some of them are real life concerns. I had that experience... gyah. Sunday, I guess. It was obnoxious and annoying and sent me into a 3-hour self-esteem crisis about my writing. And all because of a casual, toss off comment. I really need to develop rhino skin. Or work on my meditations some more.

On the plus side, it did spawn a really nifty story that I need to finish writing down. I also need to submit some of these goddamn stories. If only I had guts. Guts, guts guts. But at least I have neither a bar, nor a scar.

Stephen King is a bad influence.

I should really post in this thing more often. It's cathartic, theraputic, something. It's kind of nice to be able just to babble on and on like this, letting words spill out onto the page. If nothing else, it gives me a sort of outlet for my feelings. I think maybe if I'd logged on to DJ, or at least just written some of this down, I would have been better on Sunday and not scared poor Red half to death. Ah well. And I need to work on my column. I'll do that as soon as I'm done here.

It's very, very odd to read DJs of people you don't know, never will meet, and yet you have them on their friends list and they have you on yours. Mostly I'm talking about ladysphinx, who I haven't had any conversation with yet but who seems like a wonderful person... and then there's scarletavatar, a friend of midnightkiss, but... well, weird in his own right. He almost reminds me of a very young Raven. Which is a very, very, very scary thought. The world does not need any more of Raven. :)

Not that that's ever stopped anyone before

I want chocolate.

And I miss my dreams. Well, not really, I'm still having them, but I miss the really vivid ones, even the scary ones... the ones where I would wake up and say "Whoa. That was a wicked dream. I should write about that." I miss that. And I almost even miss the feeling of headtoofull. I feel so uninspired lately. Maybe I'll try to write a short story after I finish my column. I need something to submit anyway. And I need to figure out where some of my other stories are going to go. Whether they're going to be short or long... Maxi, for one thing... I have no idea where she's going to go. I think she's just going to be one of those ongoing projects that I work on when the mood strikes me.

I need to write more short stories. People! Readers! Post me short story ideas!

Maybe I should make a tarot deck of pictures. But to do that I need a color printer. Or at least a bunch of old magazines. Ooh. Something to pick up at the 1/2 price bookstore. ...

Yessss... yesss my precious. I can work with this.

Okay, off to my column. Ciao.

Evil blazing orb of doom...

So I'm sitting here, trying to get some work done, and the sun's blazing in the back window and reflecting off my screen so that I can't see half of what I'm typing. This is annoying as all hell. Stupid sun.

But, yay! April's back, and had a good time in Wales it seems. She got my package! Go me. And I have a lovely... and very pink... hippo named Elrond. Some day, April, you are going to have to tell me how all this came about. I'm dying to know how hippos became the bearers of the three Elven rings of power. Really.

Another day of job hunting today. I don't know why I bother to put that in here, it's not like I do anything else these days. Job hunt, write, job hunt, write. Catch up on Farscape's Season 1. Job hunt. Write write write. Game. Go to a movie with the J-crew... that is, Jim, Joe, Pirate John, and all those other J people. More job hunting. Phoning up stupid people who put ads in papers. Doing things online. Bleh. Today's jobhunt: Cort Furniture, Champion... something to do with glass and such. Kids 'R' Kids Quality Learning Centers.

And you know what? The kids place? It's all Joe's fault. Really, it is. I don't know if I put this in the DJ before, but...

( here's the backstory )

I hope, though, that I ultimately get picked up for the Federal Job. Or Jobs. Or something. Federal jobs are nice; the benefits are good, and you get all the nifty holidays. It's kind of confusing... what's a GS-this that or the other number, and all that.. I mean, I figure 'Government Service' or something, but... what does it mean? Oh well. Here's hoping I get the job. They don't start reviewing applications till next week though. Yuck.

Not much else going on, so I guess I'll get back to fiction writing. Ta.