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oh love, oh my love
Jun. 14th, 2009 10:49 pm*waves sheepishly* I've emerged from my post-paper fog and am attempting this posting-with-actual-content again. If by content you mean babble.
I turned in my paper Friday afternoon, and that's it--no more edits, no more revisions, no takebacks, oh my god, I'm DONE. Then I came home and got really tired, really fast. So the weekend was spent in a daze, reading fic (so many good stories you guys, SO MANY), poking at original poetry and my big bang, having some chat conversations with people in which I could notice myself flitting from topic to topic but was too tired to stop it and figure out how to have a real conversation (sorry, those of you who've been talking to me; I'm not quite myself yet), answered some emails and comments (am still behind--if you're waiting for something, I'm getting to it, promise)...I'm a little more awake now, but not much.
I also spent most of yesterday at the cottage. Mostly I sat inside, watching the rain and reading, but I took a walk and watched the sea, gray with rain and wind. That was--it was a good reminder how tiny I really am. I love the ocean, I've loved it since I first saw it (my mother used to joke that I was a mermaid in a former life), and I just needed to stand on the beach and get soaked by rain and watch the water move for a while.
Lastly--getting an LJ in February was the best idea ever. I couldn't have pulled off this paper thing or this big bang fic thing without you guys. Some people deserve special thanks, and they've gotten them or they're getting them soon, but consider this a general I'm-so-fucking-grateful-you-exist, okay? Yeah, that means you. And you, too. ♥
ETA: I said actual content. Do questions count? You should tell me something good, big or small, that happened to you during the past two weeks or so. Or tell me what needs to exist where you live--independent book stores or oceans or trees or cats.
I turned in my paper Friday afternoon, and that's it--no more edits, no more revisions, no takebacks, oh my god, I'm DONE. Then I came home and got really tired, really fast. So the weekend was spent in a daze, reading fic (so many good stories you guys, SO MANY), poking at original poetry and my big bang, having some chat conversations with people in which I could notice myself flitting from topic to topic but was too tired to stop it and figure out how to have a real conversation (sorry, those of you who've been talking to me; I'm not quite myself yet), answered some emails and comments (am still behind--if you're waiting for something, I'm getting to it, promise)...I'm a little more awake now, but not much.
I also spent most of yesterday at the cottage. Mostly I sat inside, watching the rain and reading, but I took a walk and watched the sea, gray with rain and wind. That was--it was a good reminder how tiny I really am. I love the ocean, I've loved it since I first saw it (my mother used to joke that I was a mermaid in a former life), and I just needed to stand on the beach and get soaked by rain and watch the water move for a while.
Lastly--getting an LJ in February was the best idea ever. I couldn't have pulled off this paper thing or this big bang fic thing without you guys. Some people deserve special thanks, and they've gotten them or they're getting them soon, but consider this a general I'm-so-fucking-grateful-you-exist, okay? Yeah, that means you. And you, too. ♥
ETA: I said actual content. Do questions count? You should tell me something good, big or small, that happened to you during the past two weeks or so. Or tell me what needs to exist where you live--independent book stores or oceans or trees or cats.
