~hazy-wanderer

So, in writing a piece that took far longer than it should have because I was also making playlists, I am awake a good 2 hours later than I'd hoped to be.

And then I came online to put it on LJ as is my custom- and was nagged by having not posted here in ages. So I posted. A lot of things. Most of them are pretty damn old. Well, not that old. Everything I post here is 03 at the earliest- and the years between. But when I look at them they FEEL old.

DA bugs me with requiring keywords and titles and author comments. My entries reflect that. The one I wrote tonight is the most recent one. The shores again, or something like that. I only title some of my things because the damn site requires it.

Definitely too tired to think straight. At least the fact that my stomach is currently EATING ITSELF has reminded me that in doctors' appts, working, phone calls, and writing, I haven't eaten in almost 15 bloody hours. How the eff did that happen???? I'm getting off of here and going to make foods. Lots of it. And hope I don't die shoveling snow tomorrow.

Blarg.

I mentioned in my other journal (an LJ), which I actually DO use regularly, a story idea that I've had for a few years now. As is usual for my writing, it is a piece that is a reflection of how I am doing, thinking, or what is happening in my life at a given time. This is one that has remained relevant since I was 18, and usually when I have contemplated writing the story, the ending is, well, downright depressing.

Now, heaven knows I've been told much of my writing has been depressing before, but for this one, to write the ending I intended, it would be too painful to accept that that might be true.

Well, somehow yesterday I started considering a different ending- one that is more hopeful and less resigned. And as I write for myself, and often to get myself through something, this new consideration could make all the difference.

Sorry this might be cryptic as fuck. Send a message and ask if you really want the explanation of the story and potential new ending. It's a pretty damn simple storyline- any art to it would be in how it was told.

There. I posted things.

Go comment or something.

Keep in mind these works span from last month to late 2003. None were written with the intent of publication or anything. At this point I write purely for devotion and adoration of the craft- for the fact that I lust after playing with verbs and adjectives, for the fact that I have love affairs with learning new words, with alliterations, and with imagery. I write because through my vignettes I find ways to articulate feelings and thoughts when otherwise the English language feels lacking.

I guess that's all.

Cheers,
Kelsex

I dislike the categories system here. Can't there be a "none of the above category". I am anticipating frustration in trying to figure out what exactly my writings are. Most are short poetic prose, usually fictional, but not always. The vast majority of the things I've written in recent years haven't been in pursuit of literary success (as had been a goal since the age of 9), but rather a search to express how I was feeling and not knowing how to simply describe it. The metaphors and analogies to whatever I was experiencing at the time are very often not clear, even to those who read these things when they were relevant.

Truth be told I don't know if I'll keep my stuff posted here. I have already heard of one person I know finding another plagiarizing her things online- and I think even submitting them for awards.

I have no idea. I'm bored and ignoring that I should be filling out stuff for the hospital later.

What the crap is this thing?

I know I have a number of friends who have accounts here, but somehow I never have set up shop. Livejournal, Facebook- those are where I spend my time. And so in a moment of boredom and procrastinating the walk up the stairs, I set this up. I suppose when I'm back from Boston tomorrow I'll start getting a few of my writings off of my own PC, sticking them on this one, and then loading them. If I figure out how this works....

I can't guarantee I'll check this often, but I have been an internet addict since my family got AOL in 94 or 95. And I'll possibly try to find the account of the other crazy people I know on here. Dave, you're added since I got your link this evening. Everyone else can wait until I am awake and bored tomorrow afternoon/evening.

Yup. Rambling. Time for sleepies.

-Kelsex