Had a weird dream last that (yes this belongs in "write way"). A serial killer was holding me hostage, and would only let me live as long as I could sing dirty songs. After I got through a number I remembered (including "Hi Ho Kathusulum", "The Ballad of Eskimo Nell", and "The Hedgehog can never be buggered at all"), I made up one "The Doctor is bigger on the inside ...". And I woke up remembering the lyrics. Trying to decide whether to write them down or not. Not sure the world will be a better place for a filthy song "The Doctor is bigger on the inside".

David Ten-Inch!!

Speaking of NaNoWriMo, I'll cross-post this from Natter: Two Lumps takes on NaNoWriMo and throws in a bonus slam on Stephanie Meyer.

Ooh. I've just been sternly corrected in my use of language by a potential research participant. Contrary to the language used in my advertisement, apparently he is a 'Christian with a disability', NOT a 'disabled Christian'. As I'm used to telling people off for calling me a 'person with a disability' (as non-social model language), I am rather amused. (Must work out how to explain my social model position to him without being disrespectful of his choice of language use.)

Talking of potential research participants, I have ten of them now. I really need to put together an actual research design and work out what I'm going to do with these participants.

Dissertation work continues. Tutor says I can have an extra two weeks' extension if I need it. I'm going to try to have it done by the end of the November (the current deadline) anyway, as I seriously need to get it out the way.

Sometimes I think the endless language debates are going to suck the movement up its own asshole.(I don't think there is a socially acceptable way to write that; let me know.) Tiny example from my own life: Some of you may not know, but I occasionally volunteer for a disability arts 'zine that mostly seems to exist to prove that disabled people can be just as illiterate and emo as everyone else, but occasionally? There is that one story/essay, right?

And I won't say which end of the divide my own writing comes down on, but I do occasionally create content. One day I'm ahead of schedule, so to be funny, I send out my work with this quote attached:

"Call me Helen Keller, cause I'm a Miracle Worker, baby." Instead of notes, I get three e-mails telling me how "I got it wrong,"

Sigh. Because that's why it's funny. That Ari only knows that because of the box-office the film brought in, or something...he can't be bothered to learn that the play gives Ms. Sullivan the miracle-working credit.(well, that and the Piven delivery, which can make me laugh at some pretty appalling shit.) And if you told him he wouldn't give a fuck, either. That would be Lloyd's,excuse me, LLOYD'S business to know.

I may never make a joke to another crowd of disabled people, PWDs, or whatever other terms anyone wants to use, for the rest of my life.

I think we started out in a good place with that, as nobody is going to extend rights to, you know, "the lame," or "helpless cripples" but I don't know...sometimes getting it right can make you do the wacky.

I'm with you there, erika. I was just amused to be corrected like a small child with grammar issues. (I don't much care what other people say, as long as they don't call me something I don't like. Then I get tetchy.)

Yeah, of course...that's different. And there are things I say here that I wouldn't say in "mixed" company outside of the internets. Like, sometimes I hate some of the stuff that House throws around. It's completely in character for him not to be constrained in saying "bitter cripple," and etc. I think it's funny as hell most of the time. But I also hate it because it makes some of those young fangirls say things that I really wish they wouldn't. And it's hard to explain why, because House, nominal gimp, has no problem with...and the fact he only has a supervisor for, like, three minutes a show, only partially clues them into the Reality Not Reflected-ness of the thing.

I bit of progress on 25. I crushed some narrative down to a couple of sentences and turned some more into a scene. Another scene and a bit more crushing and I'll get close to the end of the chapter.

I bit more done on 25, revising this chapter is taking forever. I didn't realize how icky the rough draft was. The events in the plot are fine, but it was all narrative with nothing really playing out in front of the reader.

I'm working up to writing, finishing a few last editing projects, and sort of letting the next chapter brew in my head. By next week, I'll be rolling up my sleeves, and I have to say, I'm so excited to get back to it.

Have a drabble topic: open .

Hee-- film rights inquiry on the Carmen book.

Probably nothing will come of it, but still... fun!