meow

Well, it's been an interesting last couple of weeks. But in a very drab, ordinary way. Made new friends out of recent aquaintances. Got a personalized rejection letter. Agent liked my writing, but she would rather have me write straight up YA as opposed to YA Fantasy. Hmmm.

I want to get a tattoo. Kanji for melancholy or empty or something. Because this weird emptiness that invades me every couple of weeks needs something less self destructive to recognize it. Instead of drinking myself into oblivion (which I don't do, cause alcohol is expensive, but I long to do), or taking risks which result in the endangerment or the dulling of myself, I think a tattoo would be a safer concrete way of acknowledging this thing that's forever inside me. Whatever.

Oh well.
Finished 11 books last month. Let's see if I can top that for December. I've already read three Robin Hobb books this month. How many more novels can I read before the month, no the year, is up?

Hmmmm.....


So cold in my living room. Once the remnants of the snowstorm melt away
Oh yeah, I didnt mention. We had the first snow storm of the season a few days ago. Someone told me it was supposed to get up to nine inches. Don't know how much it really was, but walking to work the day after the snow let up, in the shallow parts, the snow reached my ankles. In the deepest parts, it came up to my knees. Wow. Snow is weird.

Makes my living room very cold and hard to go online. Curse my Macintosh labtop for not being as (wireless) internet friendly, so I can chat in the warmth of my space heater filled room... Meow.