Rochelle Music (aspiring model)
So there's yet another chick I met on the Internet, Rochelle, whose Karen Relationship appears doomed, not to mention this is the 3rd or 4th anniversary of Kimothy exasperating VADIS (which I used to do in the City of Night), all of which has me Leery, & I don't know exactly which way I'm going to go. I need my feet back firmly on the ground: Trish went to Church with me last night, but the Body & Blood did not make me fly the astral plane. I felt hollow & empty, in spite of which I prayed. I prayed that I wouldn't have to be influenced by the wrong people anymore. I love my Bumble Bee Girl. Not Rochelle, aspiring singer, aspiring model, published poet. Oh well. If she were a scam artist, she wouldn't have replied with a simple, "Um OK".
Apart from acquiring a new double-match (a Star member) on Hot or Not), Saturday went fairly typically. I fixed Trish toasted frog for brecchie, then we watched the episode of Battlestar Galactica we'd taped the nite before. The cab took her ticket to work, & she vanished into the maw of Pizza Hut. After she left, I eventually tired of looking at pics of women who scorn me, & hunted around for a crocheting site that'd show Trish how to make a granny square. She spent 24 buckadingdongs on yarn, & now she can't remember how to start a blanket. Karen (one of the many non-Relationships kind) was less than helpful when Trish sought aid.
I went out to the Soup Kitchen for lunch, & came back with a gallon of milk, 4 yogurts, & a carton of eggs.
I worked on TC/MR in the afternoon. I've really changed the characterization in the S/J relationship (she cares; he doesn't) & want to return it to Ted over the Thanksgiving day weekend, as he said he has time to write then, & I am seeking his help as a romance author. I've already managed to pump up the characterization quite a bit by changing S & Y into POV characters, but want to explore that a bit more.
The other new thing that I did yesterday is something frequently used in commercial SF, but I've never done before, 'cause I've always been more concerned with image & symbol: I described a fight. I'll have to rework it some more today, if I reach the passage. I've started over from the beginning, & will be slowed down by adding the S/Y scenes, which offer conflict & climax.
Then, when Trish arrived at our house, she discovered that she'd grabbed someone else's bag, rather than the one with her clothes. She called Becky (damnable first crush which engaged Vadisystems), who came by with the correct bag. We ate early -- leftover 'sketti -- as Trish wanted to go to Church. I saw God in one once, on acid. It was beautiful. I saw God die once, while psychotic. I don't know if S/He exists, so in Church I mostly just debate theology with myself. But Trish is religious, & she enjoys talking with the Heavenly Father, so I remain silent in the face of the All & the Abyss. The only thing beyond God is Sisyphus.
Apart from acquiring a new double-match (a Star member) on Hot or Not), Saturday went fairly typically. I fixed Trish toasted frog for brecchie, then we watched the episode of Battlestar Galactica we'd taped the nite before. The cab took her ticket to work, & she vanished into the maw of Pizza Hut. After she left, I eventually tired of looking at pics of women who scorn me, & hunted around for a crocheting site that'd show Trish how to make a granny square. She spent 24 buckadingdongs on yarn, & now she can't remember how to start a blanket. Karen (one of the many non-Relationships kind) was less than helpful when Trish sought aid.
I went out to the Soup Kitchen for lunch, & came back with a gallon of milk, 4 yogurts, & a carton of eggs.
I worked on TC/MR in the afternoon. I've really changed the characterization in the S/J relationship (she cares; he doesn't) & want to return it to Ted over the Thanksgiving day weekend, as he said he has time to write then, & I am seeking his help as a romance author. I've already managed to pump up the characterization quite a bit by changing S & Y into POV characters, but want to explore that a bit more.
The other new thing that I did yesterday is something frequently used in commercial SF, but I've never done before, 'cause I've always been more concerned with image & symbol: I described a fight. I'll have to rework it some more today, if I reach the passage. I've started over from the beginning, & will be slowed down by adding the S/Y scenes, which offer conflict & climax.
Then, when Trish arrived at our house, she discovered that she'd grabbed someone else's bag, rather than the one with her clothes. She called Becky (damnable first crush which engaged Vadisystems), who came by with the correct bag. We ate early -- leftover 'sketti -- as Trish wanted to go to Church. I saw God in one once, on acid. It was beautiful. I saw God die once, while psychotic. I don't know if S/He exists, so in Church I mostly just debate theology with myself. But Trish is religious, & she enjoys talking with the Heavenly Father, so I remain silent in the face of the All & the Abyss. The only thing beyond God is Sisyphus.
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