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I'm just tired. Came home from work today - and decided, eh, don't have enough energy to do laundry.

I fell asleep around 12:45 and slept until 1:30 at my desk while attempting to read a negative review of Yellowface. I have no idea what the review said - I fell asleep during. Work suffice to say is boring at the moment, but it appears to be for a bunch of folks.
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I've been noticing that I keep skipping over or leaving out words in my sentences. I've caught a few just writing this post. I'm wondering how clear my posts are? Because a skipped word can change the intent of an entire sentence.

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On the writing front, I decided I might want to try AutoCrit - which is cheaper than line editors and sensitivity editors. ( Read more... )

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Latest Ninja Creamer Creation:
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The sorbet is pineapple, mango, kiwi, with lemonade and a touch of orange juice. The lemon counteracts the sweetness of the pineapple.

I chopped them up. Poured in the juice. Put it in the freezer for about twenty-four hours. Took it out, and plugged it into the creamer, and voila, sorbet.

Don't ask about measurements - I suck at measuring things.

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Co-workers still adore the hair-cut. I keep getting compliments. (Making me wonder what the though of the other ones, which I rarely got comments on.)

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Spoke with Mother who has convinced me to go with Pandemic Sunflower, which she adores. (So too does apto_omn, who told me I should print it off and frame it ages ago.)

So, I'm going to try and submit that one to the Art Museum Open Submissions this weekend. The water colors of the people I saw on the subway and drew/painted from memory - works better as a complete work or show, or a book.
They can't be shown individually.

Just have to measure the frame.
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Reading? Slow going, I'm about fifty pages into Yellowface, and 45% of the way through Bride by Alix Harwood. Enjoying both. But Yellowface has made me self-conscious. ( Read more... )

I guess it comes down to one question really? Why do you write? [Do you write to inform? To understand? To figure something out? To cater to a larger audience? To acquire validation? For commercial gain? For fame or fortune?]

Why do I write fiction?

Because if I don't - I won't get to see the story that I've not been able to find anywhere else, and is inside my head for whatever reason. It's to tell the story in my head. To put it on paper. To hear it. To taste it. To see it. To interact with it. To give it life.
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Oh...and a song meme

1. Had an interesting discussion with Chidi the other day. We were talking about the film The Color Purple. Apparently a friend of his went to school with Danielle Brooks, and the guy who played Harpo in the film. They all went to Juillard together. And Chidi kind of knows them. He said his friend was really talented, but unlike the other two - never caught a break, and is working as a doorman. The story sticks with me - because it's yet another example of how unequal and unfair the world is - and how so much of success or anything really is down to dumb luck or being in the right place at the right time.

Striesand didn't have any vocal lessons. She didn't train her voice. She never practiced. Not once. She has tinnitus in her ears, always has since she was a child, and rarely listens to music when she isn't recording it. She loves and appreciates music - but sees it as work. When she went to take lessons - she didn't like it and stopped after the first session. She came by it naturally.

Sometimes it is like that. Some people take vocal lessons their entire lives and get nowhere, and others don't take any at all - and become major stars like Streisand. Some people are insanely talented, but never seen, and work as a doorman.

Life is weird.

2. Songs to Know Me By - note these should be off the top of your head (I'm allowing looking up, since I can't remember the titles of songs or who wrote them for that matter.)
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