F-LEE-CE

"The best way to predict the future is to invent it."
 -Alan Kay

"You really don't know what you're talking about," he said firmly.  The other's grip on his arm was strong, but not too strong - he was sure he could break free if he really needed to.  "Would you let it go?"

"If by 'let it go,' you mean let go of you," she purred, simply clutching his arm tighter, "then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

He wasn't quite sure how to respond.  "Uh..."  The verbal pause escaped from his lips before he could think about how stupid it must have sounded.  "Well..."

"Face it, darling," she said finally.  "It's either me or him.  Take your pick."

He frowned and the expression sat heavy on his cheeks.  "Neither," he said solemnly.  "Neither."

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There are things about life that I love, and there are things about live that I don't love.

Today is un día de estos - just one of those days.

It rained all day.  Weather here is so unpredictable, but I guess I'm used to it.  I even knew how cold it was supposed to be and everything, so I was warm and toasty in my nice winter jacket and everyone else was freezing their little butts off.  Honestly, I was quite pleased with myself.  But there was the fact that it's Friday too - that did help.  A little.

It would also help if I had fleece sheets.

This week was so ridiculously long, but looking back on it, it feels ridiculously short.  Where is all this time going?  There's so much I want to get done, but it feels like the clock is against me.  I never have time to do anything I want.  But that's a lie - again, the brutal honestly and lies sort of bleed together.  I guess that's why I like to write.  It's like combining your own experience and lies together and then showing it to other people for them to enjoy and criticize and pick apart.  Huh.

Anyway, I'm really feeling the whole 'starting something new.'  I have so many ideas, but I can't manage to get them all down in time, which is sad.  I end up losing things that I thought were really cool to begin with.  Like this morning, I had a very awesome idea, and now I think it might be sort of gone.  Not really there.  Depends on what I can get down on paper or typed up on the screen right now, but really - prospect's lookin' a little bleak.

Partly cloudy with a chance of rain, all right.

So.  I made a tiny bit of progress on the first item I would like, someday, to call a novel.  Instead of being all ridiculous and crack, it now has a few sentences more of sensible activity.  Dunno how long that's going to last, but at least I tried.

This new idea, I'm not sure where it's going to go.  So far, we have three characters - one whose first name is a fruit, one who might be likened to a Supreme Court Justice, and one named after Antonio Dvorak.  I'm not sure if that's going to change - it's highly likely - but I thought I'd get it all down.  The plot is a little iffy; and by iffy, I mean there might not be one down at all.  But I'm really working on it.  I might have to start little things first, because the prospect of writing a 900 page manuscript is a little daunting.  And I have to admit that that might be what my 'novel' turns into.  If I make you read it, it's only because I love you.

Blogging on this thing is good for my mental health, it seems.  I feel a lot calmer than I did when I sat down.  One more thing before I go - I want to talk about the little things that frustrate me to no end.

Sniffling.  Honestly, get off your butt and get a freaking tissue.  You don't have to sit there and sniffle incessantly until a teacher tells you - go US government - that nobody will laugh at you if you want to blow your nose.  Now go do it.  Before I murder something.

This guy in my orchestra class.  There's so much I could talk about disliking in him, but he just doesn't get it.  There are people that just don't get hints, but he's worse.  I drop hints.  I've said things loud enough for him to hear.  I have told him to his face.  He doesn't listen.  I hope something explodes near his face.  Rawr.

Not knowing things.  I like to know everything.  I like to know the future and the past and the present and everything in between.  I don't like surprises, I don't like cliffhangers, and I especially don't like puzzles.  Or those escape the room games.  Those drive me insane.  

I have to admit, though, that this blog is turning into a rant of things I dislike.  As good as it is for me, it's not interesting to read, so I'll peace out with a few more words.  I did some work today.  Not all of it was productive, but I worked.

I'm trying.  For now, I'm outta here.

So here I go.
-Lee