the importance of being earnest

I was unspeakably happy yesterday morning when I saw that it was grey and cool outside. This is why I live in Seattle, so I can dwell on the melancholic sublimity of the wet autumn. And have an excuse to drink lattes after sunset.

I spent most of last fall walking back and forth between Nick's apartment and the Redmond Town Center to get groceries, watch movies, read books, and go to cafes. The cold weather puts me on edge sometimes, but in a good way. The way that makes me want to dance in the wind, breathe deeply and feel alive.

And occasionally to beat people up, although more often I want to kiss a boy while the leaves swirl around in the wind, all cheeze and hollywood-like. The weather makes me wish I were in a movie, the slow French kind that goes on for hours with nothing happening till about 20 minutes to the end - at which point it all comes to a head.

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I was about to go through some of my Europe pics and make a photo primer, do's and don'ts or whatever based on my own mistakes - but then I decided I needed to get the fuck off the computer for a while. I haven't been able to work on my story most of the week (problems with typing at long stretches due to injuries), but I think today is the day to get to the damn dragon defeat. (oops, gave it away! dammit.)

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Well, I wrote about 1600 words on my novel, but introduced a new interesting complication. The kids are going to have to join their power together in order to defeat the dragon, but I made it so doing that is totally sexual. Not sure if I'll keep that in, but it made talking about it a lot more interesting at least.

I just got a call from my old employer - they didn't have my new address, despite the fact that it was on EVERY SINGLE DAMN INVOICE I gave them since I fucking moved. So the check was returned to sender, and will go out tomorrow. Sigh.