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DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE
by the way, did I mention that I'd finished for the semester? Well I have! *does dance of manic and exhausted joy*
I think I'll save the emotional and mental recap for another moment, or a different post, and just say for now that this has been, without a doubt, another end of the semester that seemed designed to run me through the emotional and mental ringer. Never a dull moment, I tell you.
That being said, I'm still having trouble standing looking at the computer screen - after having done it for so long that my eyes began to have flickers in the corner (and yes, i know that's not good, but it went away), i just have needed time away.
It's also been a marathon of another sort because Tuesday, after we did class presentations, we went and had dinner with each other for my comp lit class. Which involved salty shared plates of food and wine and shouted conversation. And then last night, i went and had a post-class-'i'm finished-let's-watch-a-movie-and-decompress-by-talking' hang out with friends from class, and then tonight had dinner with a couple of ladies that involved much more wine than planned but was welcome nonetheless.
But, as far as my social calendar, which has mostly involved dates with my computer with minor breaks including dog walks, it's like 0 to 60 as far as social interaction goes. I'm still waiting for a day of decompression where I don't talk, don't think, and instead make pretty graphics that don't talk back to me.
I've been sort of following the author-anti-fanfiction-blah (only because
dwg and
seperis are both such fantastic posters and I am like addicted to both of them for their posts and their ability to retain their senses of humor) and each post makes me more annoyed - partially because these anti-fanfic authors simply don't GET what it is that fanfic writers are doing - which is really a deep engagement of LOVE for the work that they're fanficing. What higher compliment can you get than that? Oh, right, money. I am so tired of money being the baseline measurement of success (like can you publish as an original author? can you make money doing what you do? ok, then THAT is ok. but if you don't make money? if that doesn't even enter into it? if you have no ambitions about publishing something but want to enjoy yourself? Outside of the monetary economy where an author writes words and you buy them? OH THE HORROR!! /rant.
Sorry, get a couple of glasses in me and I am more than annoyed. I almost want to find a list of all the authors who won't allow fanfic and start writing fanfic in their verses just to spite them all, but I am neither enough of a writer to do that or perverse enough to kick my own ass that bad. But the temptation is there people, it is there. Instead I'm going to try to catch up on all the events of your lives AND all the fic I missed while I was writing, play at
summer_of_giles (there's still time!! and we're going to extend the deadline anyway, so SIGN UP IF YOU LOVE YOUR GILES!), and try to restrain myself from ranting at odd moments. Keep your fingers crossed.
I think I'll save the emotional and mental recap for another moment, or a different post, and just say for now that this has been, without a doubt, another end of the semester that seemed designed to run me through the emotional and mental ringer. Never a dull moment, I tell you.
That being said, I'm still having trouble standing looking at the computer screen - after having done it for so long that my eyes began to have flickers in the corner (and yes, i know that's not good, but it went away), i just have needed time away.
It's also been a marathon of another sort because Tuesday, after we did class presentations, we went and had dinner with each other for my comp lit class. Which involved salty shared plates of food and wine and shouted conversation. And then last night, i went and had a post-class-'i'm finished-let's-watch-a-movie-and-decompress-by-talking' hang out with friends from class, and then tonight had dinner with a couple of ladies that involved much more wine than planned but was welcome nonetheless.
But, as far as my social calendar, which has mostly involved dates with my computer with minor breaks including dog walks, it's like 0 to 60 as far as social interaction goes. I'm still waiting for a day of decompression where I don't talk, don't think, and instead make pretty graphics that don't talk back to me.
I've been sort of following the author-anti-fanfiction-blah (only because
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