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Every time I sit down to write, I find there are a lot of things on my mind I just want to jot down so I don't lose them. So, I say to myself, ok, I'll just jot those things down, and then my brain will be free to be creative. This never works.
I have resigned myself, for the moment, to being uncreative. That said, Mark thinks I should write a fictionalized account of how I lost my first newspaper job. He thinks that people like me, who could choose to lose a job over a perceived conflict of ethics, are a rare and precious thing. My response was, yes, there's a reason we're rare: Darwinism.
On the other hand, fictionalizing and combining elements of actual stories in my life has happened for people's entertainment before, I don't see why it shouldn't make me some money.
Speaking of making money, one of my friends is in almost as dire straits as I am in his need for money. He's an art student and... well, just go here: Jonathan Chaffin is a Sell-Out!
I can tell you from experience that he can do commissions, although he didn't specifically mention it to me. If you have access to ink cartridges for an Epson 1280 printer, or Epson Super B (13x19) Photoglossy paper, they can be used for barter. And if you can't buy anything, post the link so he can get more attention!
I need to find out what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sapphire_d is doing with her old bed or whether she's gotten a new one, for that matter.
I heard tonight fromtoastifer that he is planning on coming through here after he gets evicted, on his way to SF to crash with his sister, who is getting married there on the 26th. Toast is coming! Wow! Toast is out of a house! Ow! Toast lost his roommate -- the hardest way. Ow. Toast will be going much further away. Ow. Well, in the meantime, I'm going to look forward to the week or so that he WILL be here.
I got the lasik adjustment on my eyes, it seems it went well, I'm putting in drops regularly, read: all the time, and I can read the street signs again!I will know more next week when I go in for my next follow-up exam. Now, I just have to find out what time that happens.
I have to go to a doctor's appointment in the morning, because I have yet another suspected UTI. Whenever I say that, I imagine bacteria in a Far Side police line-up against a wall with their height marked in microns.
And since it's already 4 a.m., I'd better get on with it. Sleep and what all. Ooooh. Clothes.
I have resigned myself, for the moment, to being uncreative. That said, Mark thinks I should write a fictionalized account of how I lost my first newspaper job. He thinks that people like me, who could choose to lose a job over a perceived conflict of ethics, are a rare and precious thing. My response was, yes, there's a reason we're rare: Darwinism.
On the other hand, fictionalizing and combining elements of actual stories in my life has happened for people's entertainment before, I don't see why it shouldn't make me some money.
Speaking of making money, one of my friends is in almost as dire straits as I am in his need for money. He's an art student and... well, just go here: Jonathan Chaffin is a Sell-Out!
I can tell you from experience that he can do commissions, although he didn't specifically mention it to me. If you have access to ink cartridges for an Epson 1280 printer, or Epson Super B (13x19) Photoglossy paper, they can be used for barter. And if you can't buy anything, post the link so he can get more attention!
I need to find out what
sapphire_d is doing with her old bed or whether she's gotten a new one, for that matter.I heard tonight from
toastifer that he is planning on coming through here after he gets evicted, on his way to SF to crash with his sister, who is getting married there on the 26th. Toast is coming! Wow! Toast is out of a house! Ow! Toast lost his roommate -- the hardest way. Ow. Toast will be going much further away. Ow. Well, in the meantime, I'm going to look forward to the week or so that he WILL be here.I got the lasik adjustment on my eyes, it seems it went well, I'm putting in drops regularly, read: all the time, and I can read the street signs again!I will know more next week when I go in for my next follow-up exam. Now, I just have to find out what time that happens.
I have to go to a doctor's appointment in the morning, because I have yet another suspected UTI. Whenever I say that, I imagine bacteria in a Far Side police line-up against a wall with their height marked in microns.
And since it's already 4 a.m., I'd better get on with it. Sleep and what all. Ooooh. Clothes.
