Some pickies from the show tonight

Some pickies from trhe dress rehearsal...

"It is really hard to write science fiction when you're living on a spaceship. Is all I'm saying."
                                                                                    Gorgo/Paper Kay

A picky of Ema, from the last year's last shoot... 11 days to go ..

Battling a romantic short story (continues)

Haven’t got a plot yet. But here is what I got so far (in terms of analysing roles in a romance): Paper is not a typical female. She is properly manipulative and she is very detail oriented, but she is very quick to anger and she is also very direct (male characteristics). Unlike a classical romantic lead (female), she is not pretty, though she is sexy and she doesn’t do damsel-in-distress.. It is usually her who does the seducing. When she’s allowing herself to be seduced, she is really, really holding back in order to encourage the guy. This disarms the man and degrades the intention. Which, granted, makes her for a terrible romantic lead…

Well. NOW THAT I MENTION IT…. O.o 

I would rather fucking chew glass...

I just realized I am not a romantic person. I'm not. I am a person in love, but that's not what romance is, when forced to stand separately. I'm a kind of a person that's COOL TO a romantic person and if I was 20, I'd simply really WANT to be the me at 40... I travel, I like good coffee, I read a lot and love history, I appreciate languages and movies - and jazz as of recent - I write letters by hand and I praise cakes, I go to museums and I like to have sex in castle ruins. I even like my porn to have a meaningful plot. But I disdain romantic books, I don’t watch romantic movies and when it comes to courtship… I don’t do courtship. I like my relationships to simply ignite or don’t exist. Like a switch. I didn’t like being courted by the General, I wanted to hump. I had a date with a lovely young thing today, full of energy and big plans – like me at her age. If I was looking for a relationship, it would sadden me that I do not know how to ease into an affair. Now I’m just troubled I don’t know how to write a romance.

Crikey.

My one hour per day of reading – and this means reading BOOKS, not just the updates on my favourite authors and their satellites – rule sent me to the temple yesterday and I got seven books of various species: a crime, a historic romance (fuck it, close enough), a book about a city (Rome, which is fairly romantic, if you ignore all the promiscuity and bloodshed that rivaled that of Florence), a spy novel, a fantasy, YA and a guide (of biking routes, because I prefer them to hiking routes, though I plan to do them on foot..) And I am listening to I Know Why The Cage Bird Sings while doggiewalking. The trick, I find, is to read books because they are books, not because they are monuments or educational. Because all genres are cool. I’ve forgotten that a little.

I have to write a romance before I continue with Goose. Not angst. Not a sexy adventure comedy. Not something where everything happens off screen. Not a cheesy, retarded chick flick or something so deep as you would need Jane Eyre to dig yourself out of. A romance. I have no idea where to begin.

Changed the fucking tire on the car… It would have been a 10 minute job if the spare wasn’t a bogey and I had to drive around, getting the whole thing replaced. Dad helped with driving me around, but then again his story about how he waits for Sundays when mum has her bathtub hour (reading and candlelight and simply just chillaxing time) to secretly make himself sausages dinner was a reward on its own.

General’s sis and I finished with restoring the beehives, so I’m in a bit of a quiet zone for a few days. I have a few smaller tasks coming up, while mostly thinking about Goose’s structure. Ursula Le Guin’s thank-you speech threw me a little. I’ve been thinking so long, for over a year now, about how to make it traditionally consecutive, regarding build up and chapters. Then it hit me: fuck traditional. Invent a new format. You’re a fiction author for Pete’s sakes.

The other day a girl I was interested in gave me her number and I’ve been having romantic/sexy dreams since. I dreamt within dreaming today, that I was helping a young Angelina Jolie (And I fucking hate Angelina Jolie), a heiress in some sort of distress, fend off some villains. This was a plot which I was audibly narrating, so when I woke up from one dream, I was still dreaming. It made me realize I haven’t written a romance in a decade. There are no romantic stories in my repertoire. It’s either deep friendship or blatant hardcore sex. There’s never romance. Something to think about.

Another thing I’ve been going over and over, even though mostly I am working on “Sophie’s Choice” part of the book, is a night-time lasting a lifetime. I’ve mentioned this before, but I am still on it. So far it is one of the strongest parts of the second chapter. I’m also wondering what the strongest part of the third should be and if ‘Veris’ play is anything to go by, it is the final confrontation between Kay and Morphei, interrupted and utterly looped by the birth of Kestrel’s little one.

Today was a day incredible in sky. The clouds were ridiculously playful. Many of such I have never seen before – a thin layer of cirrus’ was literally spread thin by the rotation of the planet and it looked a like an endless comb, as geometrical as can be. On the other side of the sky commuli looked like chubby anvils and when dad and I drove to the countryside to get the spare, in one moment a foggy field glowed in contrast to a dark forest background and a church in shadow’s roof gleamed with moisture like glass. Truly spectacular sights. 18 days till the end of photo-diet.

Watching Covert affairs, wondering if being a secret agent is something fun. There's certainly a lot of traveling and role-playing. I have very little moral fibre, so I wouldn’t have to worry about dirty secrets of clandestine operations done by people who often turn out to be worse than the people you’re fighting.. But on the minus side, I look stupid in a top hat, so.. Makes you wonder why people bother playing these spy games, as if truth really was anything any of them has ever heard of or even cared about. I suppose it keeps the paranoid busy and employed. People who know such things do state that you simply need a shady side to every society, or people never acquire a sense of control needed for proper function.

Mostly, I want to make myself read for an hour every day. (I saw a BookTube episode in which the cute hostess mentioned how much she reads and I felt terrible, but then I checked out the titles of her choice and felt okay again. I am the last person to discriminate between books, but there's airport no-brainers and there's Marquez. there is no way you can read more than a handful of pages of the later.) And I will. Once spring comes. I will start sleeping less and reading more. And mayhap going on a lot more treks, especially if I go into a relationship with a younger woman. Those tend to be quite energetic… Which I can always stop to shoot if I run out of arguments. Everything is more fun when you’re allowed to photograph things :D

WoW selfies...

Jup, you can now take selfies in woW... And as if that wasn't confusing enough (because I don't do selfies and at the same time - come on! How can you NOT!), they added a lens mission that upgrades your camera to Mark II. The past 8 years of my life have been completely rerolled on these two words: Mark II.

And also, your goat bombs the otherwise somber photo and then you're hooked...

Me in my garrison... And Trma, my goat warrior companion...