Under the Pink - SCN
Jun. 13th, 2003 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlWelp, the dining room is coming along. Unpacked the last of my bags this afternoon and you can actually walk through it now. Sorted through some old papers, threw a few out, cleaned out a little of my reading corner. I should be able to get everything ship shape before the boxes arrive. And then I'll mess it up all over again as I try to unpack and find space for all the stuff in them.
Wow, this computer is actually letting me type on it again, at regular speed no less. What a miracle. Another miracle is that I finally figured out how to dial up from my laptop using AOL which means that I can now play online at night for as long as I want without worrying about long distance fees. So if anyone (TEIWAZ!) wants to talk to me late at night I am now availible once again.
And I revised two poems this evening. Two that I wrote either in 1999 or 2000. They aren't finished yet by any means, I'm just playing with images and deciding what I want the new incarnations of these poems to be about, since as I changed the imagery I also wound up changing the subject matter. One that was about gang violence now seems to be about a dead body, and one that was originally about Aaron Mendoza is turning out to be this weird psuedo sexual poem revolving around desire. Dunno how I got from point A to point B but at least these poems are evolving, that's the most I can really ask for. As soon as I write a solid drafts of both of them I'm gonna send them to Gayle, Heather, Norman, and Christopher for comments and criticism. Which reminds me, Christopher said he was gonna send me one of his stories. I need to remind him about that.
For some reason I feel like speaking in verse tonight. Ever have days like that? When you just feel all poetic and want to speak like a poet? Like Shakespeare? I would make an attempt at it but I don't want to embarress myself anymore than usual. So I'll stop here.
Ciao.
Wow, this computer is actually letting me type on it again, at regular speed no less. What a miracle. Another miracle is that I finally figured out how to dial up from my laptop using AOL which means that I can now play online at night for as long as I want without worrying about long distance fees. So if anyone (TEIWAZ!) wants to talk to me late at night I am now availible once again.
And I revised two poems this evening. Two that I wrote either in 1999 or 2000. They aren't finished yet by any means, I'm just playing with images and deciding what I want the new incarnations of these poems to be about, since as I changed the imagery I also wound up changing the subject matter. One that was about gang violence now seems to be about a dead body, and one that was originally about Aaron Mendoza is turning out to be this weird psuedo sexual poem revolving around desire. Dunno how I got from point A to point B but at least these poems are evolving, that's the most I can really ask for. As soon as I write a solid drafts of both of them I'm gonna send them to Gayle, Heather, Norman, and Christopher for comments and criticism. Which reminds me, Christopher said he was gonna send me one of his stories. I need to remind him about that.
For some reason I feel like speaking in verse tonight. Ever have days like that? When you just feel all poetic and want to speak like a poet? Like Shakespeare? I would make an attempt at it but I don't want to embarress myself anymore than usual. So I'll stop here.
Ciao.
