Saturday, January 9, 2010

Thing I've Learned #62: My Fate is Unavoidable

I have a perfectly good excuse for being gone from the blogging world for a whole week, I promise. Two of them, actually. One being that god damned project, which is, halle-frickin'-lujah, done. Two being the copious quantity of books I received in the mail Wednesday evening. Allow me to explain. Though perhaps first I should outline the rest of this past week.

Saturday: Spent ENTIRE FREAKING DAY in transit. Most of which was spent in the airport. Didn't get home until 1:30 AM. Sucked. Does not bode well for the future of 2010.
Sunday: Slept. Don't really recall much else, though I'm sure I worked on my project. Ah yes, went to Sarah's briefly for a few hours of work.
Monday: Strange how school is a relief when you have a monstrous project at home waiting for you. Worked on said project until four in the morning.
Tuesday: Skipped first and second period to sleep. Turned in damned project. Felt remarkably lighter.
Wednesday: EB and Sarah came over to watch 27 Dresses. Sarah, upon leaving, gave me the books I'd ordered and had sent to her house. (Five of them.) Spent the rest of the night in bliss.
Thursday: My barn buddy, Nadine, shadowed me in school. Think my pre-calc class frightened her. Rode James, who was a shithead, and then indulged in a long hot bath. Spent said bath reading, and most of the night thereafter.
Friday: Sarah came home with me after school. Got two books from the library. We spent hours sitting in silence reading. After she left, I spent many, many more hours reading.
Saturday: Read. Had breakfast. Read, finished the last of my books, felt extremely sad. Built a trebuchet.

So now I shall explain about those books. I believe I mentioned my wonderful aunt got me a giftcard for Amazon? Well. I got books with it, naturally. M/m books, naturally. Read all five about three days. They were good, all of them. I'd rant on them, but considering how much space that took up last time...maybe that's not such a good idea. But False Colors remains my favorite, despite it's minimal quantities of fornication. And wow, that sounded really...supercilious. As did that. Hurrah for big words!

But to finally get to my point, and my lesson learned. I have found, through the reading of many author's notes and 'about the author' pages, all authors are fundamentally the same. This never ceases to amaze and delight me. For instance, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett tell how they wrote Good Omens together was mostly by shouting excitedly at each other over the phone. This is precisely what Sarah and I do when we collaborate on a story: shout excitedly about our ideas, paying little to no attention to what the other is saying. Ally Blue declares that she used to be a good girl. Well, so did I. Kimberly Gardner confesses to sneaking romance novels into her house. Guess what I've been doing? And all authors seem to have cats! I have often seen mentions to authors being servants to very spoiled cats. Diana Wynn Jones even wrote a short story about such a spoiled cat.

My point is this: I am doomed to such a fate. That will be me in ten years. Teaching, writing smutty romance novels, with five cats and no husband or boyfriend to speak of.

Ah, me.

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