You are amazing. Remember your CV. That's you.

I love that Pirkei Avot quote, I recall it from my Intro to Judaic Civ class in college.

Where's Written? Hottie! I could do with that. I mean, I have nothing to write, but I could start.

Dude, you've got the stash of hottie pictures, couldn't you write a script for that?

Sean, I hope you've gotten through your block.

Off to the paying job. Woo.

I love all the ideas for work!

Have survived jury duty. The judge was very funny, and loved to talk. It took an hour and a half to get to voire dire, and then another two and a half for them to decide I wasn't what they wanted in the jury pool. Oh well. I visited the MAC store (bad for budget, but fun anyway) as a reward for doing my civic duty and talked up Cold Kiss to the saleswoman who convinced me to try a glittery eyeliner that I'm liking very much.

I woke up this morning to discover that my awesome high school poets from '97-'98 have found me on the internets. They're in their 30s now, which means I'm probably not 29 anymore. One sent an email that started "I've thought about you for a long time. Though resistant to poetry in your class, I went on to get a BA in creative writing in poetry..." and didn't end with "what did you do to me??!!" Which was pretty weepy-making. Didn't go with the glittery eyeliner.

Shir, the amazingness cannot be denied or revoked.

Sean, when I get stuck I start writing an outline (if I haven't already.) Not necessarily in penny dreadful format, but it allows me to see what needs to happen to get from point A to point Z more clearly. It's kind of like a fractal, as I get more into the story, I start adding more and more interstices to move me along the path every time I get stalled. And I try to tie an emotional beat to every plot point, so it's not just fluff and filler. The outline changes a lot, because at every point I ask myself 1) will this achieve what I need to happen for the plot and 2) would making it happen have someone act out of character.

I struggled with that forever on my current story, because it would have required having my character do something that many people in the fandom would have considered extremely OOC, until I found just the right environment that would allow him to look at his motivation from his own perspective and not just from that of the writer and fans wanting to see him do something. Now, unfortunately, I have 5 days left to write my story. I only need 1000 words (and I'm at 900), but there's a lot more story left than I originally planned. Joy.

Man, work is kicking my ass today. Time usually flies here, but today is somehow both slow and hectic.

An hour and a half to the weekend. Yay?

You can do it, Shir! *\\0/*

I start therapy today. First time in years. I'm terrified.

Am so annoyed. A friend (acquaintance?) borrowed one of my corsets in November for an event that Tim and I weren't going to. That's cool; she's borrowed my corset before and takes good care of it.

Well, it's almost March and she hasn't made any effort to get it back to me. DAMN, when you are the person who borrows the thing, you make a goddamn effort to return it in a timely manner. At this point, I'm going to e-mail her and tell her I'll meet her wherever in the city she wants, even if I have to drive half an hour out of my way, just to get it back.

And I'm not lending anything to her again. I don't care if she's just being a total ditzy flake and forgot about it (versus deliberately trying to keep it); the end result is the same.

What the hell. This is why I don't lend things. Everyone *says* they'll return things to you in a timely manner, but maybe 1 person out of 20 does. Bah.

Aims, I was typing while you were posting, so my previous post was not ignoring you -- good luck! It can be scary and hard, but SO worth it.

Aims, best of luck.

I start therapy today. First time in years. I'm terrified.

Best of luck, Aims!

I finally bit the bullet, myself, and made an appointment with a new shrink to go back on Bipolar meds. I'd gone off them because I felt like I woke up with headaches every day and went to bed with near migraines. We'll see if that happens again this time. One thing he did different, though, is he put me on Klonopin before bed rather than Ambien. In the past three days I have slept better than I have slept in over five years, I swear. I even remember my dreams now, which I haven't for a very long time. And they aren't bizarre nightmares! I had a very happy dream last night where Chris Evans tripped and landed on me face first. It was very happy making. Then another actor got pushed into my lap, but I refused to grope him because he was married. Wish I could remember which one it was, though!