General's line of the week

(Or mine, in this case.)

Me: Yeobo, could you come here urgently and pet my hair, please? I need it. Now.
G: Don't use the word 'urgently' in vain.
Me: Would you rather I used 'avant-garde'? I need you to come pet my hair avant-gardly? Are you sure? It doesn't mean the same. 

Normalest...est day ever

My lymph nodes are acting up, supposedly distracting me from my toothache (by now four of my teeth are aching and G demands I go see a dentist, but I am really soooooo against them I am considering weathering out the pain until the teeth just rot away and fall out. I haven't seen a dentist in eleven years. I so hated it the last time.), so today is the most normal day I've spent in ... well, a decade, I should think.

I had to wait for the General's train last night, which was about half an hour late, so it's likely I got a cold there. Beforehand I walked to the outskirts to get a piece of pizza for him, once he returned from school.

Got up and showered, then felt an awful urge to clean something. It was raining outside, so I didn't walk the dog. I washed the clothes and hung them to dry, then sorted all of the washing I've been putting off since summer. Then I washed all the dishes and made lunch. Those who know me know these are three things I don't do. I certainly never ever cook. I wanted to wake up the General (he works night again)  to tell him lunch is possibly edible (I really lack practice), but we had sex instead and he went back to sleep. I wanted to write, but was too distracted. (Working on the Prometheus poem still). Then I mostly read Into Thin Air and watched 'Say 'I love you'' anime, until it got late and I felt like drawing my own manga self. 

Really, it was like the most normal day I've ever had. It was really weird. Did not like it..

Working on 'The Good Messenger' poem. This may be the sort of a task better fit for shaky-chair and wooded tables cafe than a safe room... I have four versions printed out and am drawing parallels... It isn't easy, constructing a poem. There has to be honesty to it that I am not attached to in fiction. Sure, old papa Hemingway insisted there be honesty absolute in prose as well, but a poem is like a hound - if you try to bury the truth under too much fancy, it will sniff it out like you are hiding a mistress in your closet... 

General's line of the week:

G and I are in bed, making out - hugging and kissing mostly. I say all that's missing is crickets and it would feel like we're on some small blanket on a meadow by a forest, on a summer night.

Fifteen or so minutes later he looks up, startled, grabs me, covers me with the blanket and says: pssst! Someone's coming!... Okay, they are gone now. 

...

...

Idiot.

Orgasm #7491

I kneed my lover in the teeth today

But it felt like this was happening

To someone small on the other side, on

The other hill, not my problem.

For me the walls,

The hills, the sky, the Milky way

All spun, dancing

Until I was sliding head first into the ground

backwards

Torn in two like brown bread

Crust and flesh

And a giant came,

pounded me deeper into darkness

This is how titans fuck

A world into creation.

Had five dates today, or at least am waiting on the fifth as I type this ... Wrote some erotic poetry after one, humped my husband and I've been thinking about replacing most scenes in Goose that the General has with Gennonsuke, the lover. The General has three scenes or two and a mirage-scene, but it's said that when she is with him, she doesn't have the need/time to write. So the less he appears, the more potent his overall presence. I thought the easiest scene to replace would be the second one, the one in Kyoto ... But it isn't so easy. In that scene the devil, more or less, threatens Kay with hurting the General's wit. And this only makes sense if we're talking about the General, not Gennonsuke, whom Kay likes, but would not die for. Also, later the General asks what is Heaven and this wouldn't make sense for Gennonsuke to ask, because he's a Death God and he'd know whereas The General is an atheist and wouldn't... 

So .... not as easy. I wrote that bitch well; it's holding on like a tick.

... It's so intense that only one copy of Veris exists, in all creation :D Just that one pack of printed pages as it was originally written, and then like a million notes on it. In a little blue folder on my desk. It's a strange age to have only one copy of something that is so important. It's a little bit exciting, really :P

...

Still deciding...

I wrote a couple of short scenes, mostly sexy stuff, to vent. I wrote a sleazy scene in which Morphei is hitting on Spotter while Kay has to listen to them, because she agreed she won't try to influence the teenager in her intimacy education and he is pointing out she can't hold back enforcing her opinion on everybody. Because he's a sadist when it comes to prudes, he makes his seduction talk almost as bad as that Latino-lover in Spy: "Now you must go, because I fear if I stare into your beautiful green eyes a moment longer, I will fall in love. Oh! Too late!..." LoL.

I had to think long and hard how I want to structure the midrif, and I figured it out, but although I nearly dove right in, started writing the first bit of the second chapter, I think I'm going to go with the last third after all. I want it shorter than others, fifty pages or so, and mainly dialogue. Nooooooot quite sure on the tone yet, but we'll get to that. So much of it was written during the rehearsals for Veris, the anecdotes from that production alone could ...

... Hm.

.... hmmmmmmmm.

Excuse me. Be right back.