Life is random, though. Or at the very least, my philosophy is that precious little is under my direct control. Stuff happens.
Gunn: You saying popping mama threw you a beating? Lorne: Kid Vicious did the heavy lifting. Cordy just mwah-ha-ha'd at us.
'Underneath'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
§ ita § - Apr 06, 2006 1:40:22 pm PDT #5946 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
deborah grabien - Apr 06, 2006 2:16:33 pm PDT #5947 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Or at the very least, my philosophy is that precious little is under my direct control.
Heh. And at 180 from that - since I believe pretty much everything that happens to me is under my control - there still isn't any good answer. Because no one wants to hear "look, if you're unhappy with your choices, change as many of them as you feel you're able to change, or don't. but either way stop resenting me for my life", either.
Liese S. - Apr 06, 2006 6:30:08 pm PDT #5948 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
learning about myself
I knew I had found my identity when I started skipping lunch. Instead I ate vending machine cookies and hung out with my newfound friends who dreamed and laughed and extrapolated and made snarky comments about the snarkable.
It didn't make life ideal, but it sure made it bearable.
Later, I befriended a boy who had gotten kicked out of the nearby city school for knifing somebody. My parents warned me about him, but it was too late.
Life did get easier after that. Somehow it helped for everyone to know you were close to the boy they all feared.
Atropa - Apr 06, 2006 7:41:23 pm PDT #5949 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Eeep.
Just sent the chapter outline/breakdown/synopsis/thingie to the nice agent. (Okay, my agent. I have to get used to saying that.)
Why am I nervous? I shouldn't be nervous, should I?
deborah grabien - Apr 06, 2006 7:41:28 pm PDT #5950 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Dayum, Liese.
Allyson - Apr 06, 2006 7:44:03 pm PDT #5951 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Just sent the chapter outline/breakdown/synopsis/thingie to the nice agent. (Okay, my agent. I have to get used to saying that.)
Why am I nervous? I shouldn't be nervous, should I?
I love you, Jilli.
Buffistas are the publishingest.
sj - Apr 06, 2006 7:44:23 pm PDT #5952 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Jilli! Best of luck!
Atropa - Apr 06, 2006 7:47:01 pm PDT #5953 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I love you, Jilli.
I swear, I am going to figure out how to teleport so you and I can get together, dye each other's hair, play with makeup, and go geeble geeble geeble OMG publishing! at each other.
(Which is a roundabout way of saying I love you too.)
deborah grabien - Apr 06, 2006 8:16:27 pm PDT #5954 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(aging unmakeupabble publishing crone, er, hag, er, veteran, sulking in corner from lack of geebling)
Jilli, go get 'em!
Beverly - Apr 06, 2006 8:20:07 pm PDT #5955 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
The Geebling Buffistas.
Worthy sucessors to the Gargling Gershwins.
I am guilty of envy. I am also guilty of feeling guilty when something lovely happens to me. I had an entry about that in LJ today, that I'm trying to get beyond that response. Basically, in my very own life, I think I've earned any happiness, joy, or pleasure that comes my way. That life is far fuller of grey, leaden, draining events and endless joyless times than it is of fun, but the joy is so wonderful, the happiness is so piercing-- Well, it has to be, to achieve that balance. And that I--myself, nobody else, for I'm only sharing, not advising--am far happier if I hold onto the joyous moments, if I experience them vicariously through loved ones' and friends' achievements and blessings, and let the wearisome neverending greyness go, as much as I can.
I used to believe I controlled what happened to me. Now I believe life is a lot more random than I used to think--and that everything that happens isn't necessarily my karma. Sometimes it is just random, and I need to accept that if I did what I could and didn't screw up on purpose, that whatever bad stuff happens really isn't my fault. I take responsibility for my screwups, and for lots more than just that, for more than just my own. But I don't think I control much, if any of it.
Um. Sorry for the ramble. I'll delete, if anyone objects.