(no subject)

[cblj_backup]

Gah, what a week. I am so glad to be home. Not that there's anything I'm really doing at home, but at least I'm here.

Having finished Dead Isle, my writing impulses spiralled way out of control, I have to say. I've spent most of the day re-setting creative boundaries and reining them in. I did get started on re-reading Exquisite though, as a preamble to writing the next bit, and figured as long as I was re-reading it I might as well typeset it, so eventually there will be a PDF and eBook version of Exquisite to date (see: spiralling out of control).

A small but significant downside of my new job is that it's impossible to write porn at work anymore. Still, I suppose it gives me something to do at home.

Actually what I really want to do is either eat bad-for-me food while watching cartoons, or sleep. I wonder if I could justify doing those things if I put them on my to-do list. It would be satisfying to cross them off, anyway....

Comments

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

Interesting! Nice things to say about paintings, though I'm not sure I agree with their attitude on poems. :D

[antonomasia09.livejournal.com]

In the poet's defense, he was writing in Scottish Gaelic, and isn't really accepted in the Scottish Gaelic poetry community for various reasons, including the fact that he learned the language in school rather than at home, so he's kind of bitter. Personally, I like his work better than the traditional poets, though. And yes, being a painting sounds like so much fun, according to him!