between the rock and the cold, cold sea

...but I've been dizzy since I woke up on Sunday. And feeling kind of queasy. I don't feel sick, not sick sick, if you know what I mean. Just as though my head is no longer properly connected to the rest of me.

Typing this is actually an exercise in concentration, which might tell you something.

It doesn't help that I've three assignments due between this week and next. Ones I haven't done yet, even. If I was properly sick, I could get an extension. But I don't feel properly sick. Just weird. Damn weird.

So, obligatory whinging is over for now. Anything fun on teh interwebs about now?

So. I got Words! on the train today. Now they are typed up, and things have to be difficult (v. nearly tyoped as diffucilt, and no, we will not transcribe that phonetically).

Damndamndamn! ::throws novel on floor and jumps up and down on it::

Okay, I feel better now. I'm just feeling a wee bit antsy because Inspiration!(tm) dropped a complete, unadulterated, stand-alone sequel idea on my head today.

::hates unfinished-ness::

And jmeadows gifted me with an idea for a short story. (All right, maybe it's unfair of me to blame her, but still.)

Whine Moan Whinge Grump Groan Growl.

::kicks self-pity in the unmentionables::

Okay, now that's taken care of, back to work.

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PS: I've just realised that my current background music is so completely appropriate.

I could learn to hate this short story. Thus far it has given me three beginnings, and no real meat.

"Untitled Nameless Annoying Thing":

This is Pearl's Ephemerium, on the last step of the Causeway down by the Bridge of Souls, in the shadow of the Well. This is Pearl's Ephemerium, where Diamond Jack croons the blues with a voice like smoke and whiskey and eyes like shards of ice.

Gah gah gah gah. I need something more than two opening lines.

Of course, it also wants to open with the line: A man walked into a bar. Damnit.

(I get opening lines. Too many of them. When can I have some middle ones and closing ones, please?)

... with the emphasis very much on the In Progress, and not so much on the work.

Sigh. I have 'Where has all the motivation gone?' going round in my head to the tune of 'Where Have All The Cowboys Gone' (no, don't ask me who it's by. I don't even know if that's the right title).

Thus, the state of affairs stands at Novels: 12, Me: 0. Dreamdark is being particularly proddy and unhelpful. I know what happens and even who it happens to. Is this helping me? Not much.

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And you, you other universes full of stories. Yes, I'm talking to you, Space Operas 1 and 2, and you, High Epic Fantasy novels-with-a-difference. Back off, all right? I can only handle six things at a time, and right now college has handed me five.

Your time will come, I promise you. Tíocfaidh ár lá and all that. (Well, tíocfaidh bhur lá in this case.)

I can't be the only one whose head feels over-full-to-bursting, can I? Anyone out there with advice on how to cope with the Characters That Won't Shut Up?

This particular journal is going to have to go on hiatus, I see. I may as well make an involuntary state of affairs a voluntary one, and admit that from now till term break (five weeks. When did it get so short?) I'll only be posting here intermittently, if at all. College has terrified me to a fare-the-well: I have to start doing some real work, not just messing around. I've let myself get into bad habits: now it's time to see if I can kick them without ending up in St John'o'Gods.

Writing is also on hiatus. Also doing anything not explicitly college- or fitness-related, at least until the end of the month.

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In other news, I went over on my ankle jogging home from the train station. I've iced it and stapped it, and it hurts. I drank too much caffeine today and I'm buzzing and can't concentrate. And none of the college work I was supposed to do for this week has been done. Plus I've skipped six lectures/tutorials in the last two days.

No more.