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rosa_acicularis) wrote2008-09-11 02:20 pm
rosa_acicularis) wrote2008-09-11 02:20 pm
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i want my internet back.
Like, now, please.
Still without wireless at the old homestead, and, after a month or so of deprivation, have been weaned from my addiction. No, really. I think that I may no longer be obsessed with Doctor Who.
Fic writing has slowed, whereas the research stage of my Ridiculously Awesome Teenage Vampire Novel (working title) is in full blossom. I watched three seasons of Lost, people. The show I swore would never suck me in. I HAVE BEEN SUCKED IN. (Mostly because Sayid is pretty. Very, very pretty. Very.)
Also, I'm being proactive in my hunt for a non-retail, actually rewarding job. This is just not like me at all. All this doing stuff. Stuff that has nothing to do with a family science fiction show about David Tennant's hair. It's worrying me. A lot.
And I would like nothing better, my friends, to blather at you about the Ridiculously Awesome Teenage Vampire Novel (working title) and all the hilariously silly things that I am learning about the vampire genre (in the past few weeks I have watched: Dracula, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Dracula: Dead and Loving It, Nosferatu, Shadow of the Vampire, Blade and a number of episodes of Dark Shadows. Don't even get me started on the books I've been reading lately.) I would like to share wonders with you, wonders like the works of Montague Summers (an early 20th century fake priest and occultist who is pretty much the definition of 'ridiculously awesome', and who I intend to make the villain of the aforementioned Ridiculously Awesome Vampire Novel (working title).) But I fear, my friends, that:
1) I have access to the internet about once a week, and therefore have little time to post, and
2) When I am once again embraced by the loving arms of wireless internet service, I will forget my new-found industriousness, return to my livejournal zombie ways, and forget all about my dreams of writing (and finishing and publishing) something which is not (as much as I love fan fiction) a copyright violation.
And now my time in the grimy computer lab of my hallowed alma mater is done, and I must return to my life of things which are not online. Remember that I miss you all, and that I have not forgotten the stories I have left unfinished. And someday, my friends, someday I shall return.
Still without wireless at the old homestead, and, after a month or so of deprivation, have been weaned from my addiction. No, really. I think that I may no longer be obsessed with Doctor Who.
Fic writing has slowed, whereas the research stage of my Ridiculously Awesome Teenage Vampire Novel (working title) is in full blossom. I watched three seasons of Lost, people. The show I swore would never suck me in. I HAVE BEEN SUCKED IN. (Mostly because Sayid is pretty. Very, very pretty. Very.)
Also, I'm being proactive in my hunt for a non-retail, actually rewarding job. This is just not like me at all. All this doing stuff. Stuff that has nothing to do with a family science fiction show about David Tennant's hair. It's worrying me. A lot.
And I would like nothing better, my friends, to blather at you about the Ridiculously Awesome Teenage Vampire Novel (working title) and all the hilariously silly things that I am learning about the vampire genre (in the past few weeks I have watched: Dracula, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Dracula: Dead and Loving It, Nosferatu, Shadow of the Vampire, Blade and a number of episodes of Dark Shadows. Don't even get me started on the books I've been reading lately.) I would like to share wonders with you, wonders like the works of Montague Summers (an early 20th century fake priest and occultist who is pretty much the definition of 'ridiculously awesome', and who I intend to make the villain of the aforementioned Ridiculously Awesome Vampire Novel (working title).) But I fear, my friends, that:
1) I have access to the internet about once a week, and therefore have little time to post, and
2) When I am once again embraced by the loving arms of wireless internet service, I will forget my new-found industriousness, return to my livejournal zombie ways, and forget all about my dreams of writing (and finishing and publishing) something which is not (as much as I love fan fiction) a copyright violation.
And now my time in the grimy computer lab of my hallowed alma mater is done, and I must return to my life of things which are not online. Remember that I miss you all, and that I have not forgotten the stories I have left unfinished. And someday, my friends, someday I shall return.