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willow_25I joined the add-a-writer group here at LJ, so I could see what other people were writing, who was out there in LJ land, etc. I had to remove myself from the list, though, as wading through all of the entries kept me from ever getting to the stuff posted by people I know and actually care about. Do I really want to know all about the life of a bi-polar 14 year old in Spokane? Not so much. I thought it would be more of a writing forum than a 'tell everyone what you love and hate about writing, and your life story' forum. Although that's useful, I can do it on my own, or by talking to writers I already know.
In other news; the Great Housing Search. I have seen three houses I love. Each has good points; one is close to the Metro, but has no storage space for my insane amount of holiday decorations; one is a few blocks from the Metro, but has limited storage space, and a huge room with a view of my old college campus in the distance; the other has a huge room, and decent storage space, but is almost a mile from the Metro. So, I don't know what to do. Of course, I'm assuming that they are all interested in having me move in. They all seemed interested, but I have not heard back from the first two. The third was very excited to have me, but I'm a bit leery about that walk. It's not the best neighborhood (for those who know DC, it's in Brookland), but it's not entirely unsafe, and I went to college near there, so I can get around without really having to acclimate to a whole new area of DC. All three are places where I can take my cat (YAY!).
I continue to search, though, as I still don't feel like I've found the 'perfect' house. Then again, perfect is often what you make it.
I began reading 'The Mysteries of Udolpho' by Ann Radcliffe on the Metro this morning. I had plenty of time, as the trains were running slow for no reason today. According to the preface, she was encouraged to write by her husband, so she would have something to do with her time, and published several wildly successful novels during her lifetime, of which I am reading one of the most successful. Also, evidently her writing is characterized by the over-use of commas, indicating how one should read the book aloud. I worry that the book will end up having the same effect on me as Byron's long poems; I can't read Byron silently, I inevitably end up mouthing the words or reading aloud.
So, nothing else going on. I have a challenge fic to work on, and I believe I've picked the first narrator of Chapter 12 of FAA, so I may get to that today. And, you know, work. Latah!
In other news; the Great Housing Search. I have seen three houses I love. Each has good points; one is close to the Metro, but has no storage space for my insane amount of holiday decorations; one is a few blocks from the Metro, but has limited storage space, and a huge room with a view of my old college campus in the distance; the other has a huge room, and decent storage space, but is almost a mile from the Metro. So, I don't know what to do. Of course, I'm assuming that they are all interested in having me move in. They all seemed interested, but I have not heard back from the first two. The third was very excited to have me, but I'm a bit leery about that walk. It's not the best neighborhood (for those who know DC, it's in Brookland), but it's not entirely unsafe, and I went to college near there, so I can get around without really having to acclimate to a whole new area of DC. All three are places where I can take my cat (YAY!).
I continue to search, though, as I still don't feel like I've found the 'perfect' house. Then again, perfect is often what you make it.
I began reading 'The Mysteries of Udolpho' by Ann Radcliffe on the Metro this morning. I had plenty of time, as the trains were running slow for no reason today. According to the preface, she was encouraged to write by her husband, so she would have something to do with her time, and published several wildly successful novels during her lifetime, of which I am reading one of the most successful. Also, evidently her writing is characterized by the over-use of commas, indicating how one should read the book aloud. I worry that the book will end up having the same effect on me as Byron's long poems; I can't read Byron silently, I inevitably end up mouthing the words or reading aloud.
So, nothing else going on. I have a challenge fic to work on, and I believe I've picked the first narrator of Chapter 12 of FAA, so I may get to that today. And, you know, work. Latah!
