Oh, So That's How That Works

Item #1: If I write, I won't feel so twitchy. (Shutupshutupshutup I know I keep having to figure this out, shutup.)

Item #2: There's, like, this thing called eating, and it's where you like put this thing called food into your tummy. It's all very newfangled. I've never heard of it before.

Item #3: If one were to, say, get up and move around, it would considerably tire one out. Especially compared to sitting on one's bottom all the time.

*cough*

Not that any of these items have anything to do with my day today. None whatsoever. *shiftyeyes*

Imaginary Conversation with Myself

Me: Hey self. You know how I've been kind of twitchy and irritable lately?

Self: Uh, yeah.

Me: Well, I kinda spent most of today writing.

Self: Yeah?

Me: Yeah. And... and I feel much better. Like, a whole lot better.

Self: Really.

Me: Yeah. I'm a little surprised. I totally did not see that one coming.

Self: Me either.

*silence*

Me: Well, uh, I'd better get going. Books to read, hot cocoa to drink, all that. 

Self: You do that.

Me: Um, well, bye. [leaves]

Self: Bye. [waits]

Thank god she's gone. Where'd I put the whisky? You'd think we were a bloody idiot, the way she carries on. [shakes head sadly]

Coraline Graphic Novel by Neil Gaiman & P. Craig Russell

8/10 stars.

I love Coraline, so reading it again was fun. This graphic novel closely followed the book, which was nice. But I didn't feel like the art style matched the story, really. P. Craig Russell's art is very clean, detailed, and specific. Coraline, and Neil Gaiman's stories in general, tend to have a dreamlike quality to them. You're not really sure of anything, but the logic within it makes sense in its own way. The two styles didn't really mesh well for me. However, I really like Russell's rendition of the Other Mother and Mr. Bobo the crazy man upstairs.

Overall, it was good. I may quibble about the art, but reading Coraline in this form was still delightful.

Fun with Words

So the title of this post is a bit of a lie. I have not been having fun with words, much to my detriment. I have been busy catching up on work I missed from when I was sick with strep (or something, I never did find out). I have also been taking TESTS, which are very stressful, VERY IMPORTANT, and also very boring (which is contradictory but there you go).

So the whole point of this is that I have not been writing. I am also very twitchy, and I have not been sleeping well. These last two things definitely relate to each other, and most likely relate to the first.

I WANT TO WRITE. I am at a really funny scene where the main character is very high (not on drugs, because she's a bit of a stick in the mud), and she's decided she must dance. I really want to finish this scene, because it is hilarious and also furthers the plot, both of which are good. Also I just need to write. Have I mentioned I'm twitchy?

The upside to all the twitchy and the sleep deprivation is that I've been getting some good reading and knitting done. I'm reading Broken by Kelley Armstrong. I love Armstrong's books - they're so well-crafted, funny, and the characters are not just floppy cardboard messes. I may or may not post a review when I'm done with it. It depends on whether I can get some sleep.

Ciao.