Exposure

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No, my pants are still on. Freaks. I can smell your disappointment. Or maybe that's an obscure type of cheese. No matter.

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In the wake of a fresh dose of variegated suck, I'm going to be redirecting some energies. I've discovered that "getting published more" is one of those things that just doesn't make a dent in my list of priorities. It's down there in the vicinity of "replace kitchen linoleum," just a lot less expensive.

Sure, it was nifty that it happened, but I don't have the rabid, frenetic drive to go for it the way jaylake, gooddamon, and matociquala do. Yes, part of this is self-pitying wound-licking after the latest round of rejections, but part of it is the frank admission that, other than the random snippet, I don't have market-sized stories bouncing around my hindbrain, ready to be unspooled like so much dancing ink. So I'm going to stop fretting about it, which does absolutely nobody any good. If anything occurrs to me, I'll spit it out, but the way things stand right now, paralysis through analysis is the order of the day, and that's gotten to be pretty fucking annoying.

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Hopefully, cat health issues will be illuminated with a vet visit tomorrow. Our two older meows have been uncomfortable and unhappy for a little while, and things came to a head earlier this week. Nothing threatening (we hope), but it's mystifying K & I, so we're calling on the professionals. Don't want our furry retards to be uncomfortable and unhappy.

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It's coming up on tax season, or my annual excuse to figure out how to pay as little for the government I don't want as I possibly can. A foretaste that everyone can make use of to cut down what they owe - a refund on the excise tax on long distance phone service.

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Inspired by netgoth and various guildmates in WoW, this weekend's project (assuming too much time isn't devoured by feline maintenance and driving to some point a couple hours south to meet up with K's brother, his wife & daughter) is the excavation of my desk. This will doubtless snowball to include a full-scale cleaning and reorganization of the guest room/office, and may well spill over into our bedroom.

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On a somewhat related note, my digital camera has effectively shit itself. I can return it to the manufacturer, along with a hunk of cash, for replacement with a refurbished newer model (this doesn't really blow my skirt up with thrill, can you tell?). I'd be more upset if I used it a lot, but I don't. The RAZR my office pays for has adequate capabilities for my needs, honestly. I just don't take that many pictures.

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Besides, my life is more interesting when it's left to your fervid little imaginations to supply the visuals. Even if they are cheese-scented.

Freaks.

Comments

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

I can well understand the writing issues. I think most of us go through a period like that and it sounds like you're taking the right step. Who knows how you'll feel in a month or six or 18. Good luck however you end up going.

I hear you on the kitty woes. I lost my 14 year old a few years back. She was such a good girl and my kid's second mother. Momma Cat adopted the kid the moment she saw her. Somewhere I have a picture of the fuzzy beastie grooming the bald beastie. Momma Cat would sleep outside Kid's room and as soon as she woke up, man, would *I* hear about it. "Get in there and take care of that kitten! I know she's bald and shaped funny, but she's yours and you better do it or I will!" Here's hoping your fuzzballs are just looking for attention. :-)

Not touching the excavations. I have far too many of my own to contemplate.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

They're not attention-seeking; they have some swelling and what can best be described as "nasty acne" on their chins. One of them scratched themselves open yesterday, and despite my general proclivities for this, that, and the other, don't think that pets' blood is one of those things that ought to be discovered on the kitchen floor at any time.

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Ouch! I've heard of acne on cats, but never seen it... nor do I remember what causes it. Here's hoping the vet can find a solution.

[ms-cantrell.livejournal.com]

good luck with your cats - it's kinda good that they have the same thing, and it sounds like a round of antibiotics should clear it up. we just spent several months with an ailing cat, and i know how upsetting it is when our fuzzy dumb friends are sick & pathetic.

[shaysdays.livejournal.com]

I'm that way with writing, too- just having people read my LJ as a source of entertainment is enough. If I got paid for it, it wouldn't be as much fun and I'd be second-guessing myself all the time.

[gooddamon.livejournal.com]

That's not self-pitying, that's pragmatism. Frankly, I think you should write what you want, when you want, in whatever quantity you want.