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State of the Nation – May edition

Wednesday, May 24th, 2017

Hey hi hello all you (two).
I thought I had something to say, but I don’t? Hence a collection of things that have happened during my abscense.

-School shit is over for this spring, thank fuck, as I was getting way too stressed with it anyway. Only thing now is to wait for grades. Not really holding my breath as some of the teachers are notoriously bad at getting the grades up before way too late.

-I’ve gotten my motorbike out for this season. Took bloody long enough, I’d say. But it’s been a weird-ass spring anyway. Up until like two weeks ago there was still a shitton of snow on the ground and more pouring from the sky. As of now it looks like it’s not going to snow until autumn. (watch me crash and burn with that)

-I’m not even gonna start with the state of my mental health, because no. Just… no.

-I went to see Song to Song last month. I haven’t said anything about it, because it was shit. Two hours well wasted. I mean, Fassy looked like a fucking god in it, just like Natalie Portman did, but my god it was boring. BOOORINNGGGG. Funny enough, everyone, literally everyone else in the theater agreed with me on that. So yea, time and money completely wasted. The nuts I had were good tho, so meh.

-I went to see Alien: Covenant just the other day (last saturday actually) and that one wasn’t boring. I’m not a huge fan of the Alien franchise and I don’t have any kind of emotional attachement to any of the films, so I can’t say how it was in relation to those, but I have seen Prometheus and I liked that one. I sort of think maybe Prometheus and Covenant shouldn’t be graded as sequels (or indeed in this case) prequels of the Alien films, because they’re more like… I don’t know, spin-offy? Me, as a big fan of entertaining (and perhaps a bit dumb) action films was left a bit underwhelmed by the action bits of Covenant. Yea, it looked good, but like, Xenomorph? not really that scary. I don’t know if it was meant to be scary (it was tagged as a horror film in finland, in addition to sci-fi and suspence i guess) but the film wasn’t really horror. I should know, I hate horror these days. I was honestly more intrigued by the bits where David 8 went on about creation and philosophy. I could’ve watched that way longer. But yea, money well spent, time well spent and also chocolate I ate was good.

-I’m writing, still, despite being not-manic (i don’t honestly know what i am, besides fucked-up), having a bit of a breather from my Main Story at the moment and just revving my gears on an AU, which is more of bits and pieces collection type of thing. I don’t plan it to be a big story, it doesn’t have enough substance for such. But yea, still writing, which is nice.

-I’ve put up my crafting pages, but there’s still a load of crap to upload and write posts about and maybe even get into making something after the loooongest tiiiime ever. I miss having my fingers glued up and covered in glitter. And I sort of miss trying out new shit with my sewing machine. And I sort of have a ton of things saved up on Pinterest, so there’s much to try there too. But I must not stress myself with any of this, because honestly

-I have gotten my running shoes out also, after a long and gruelling winter of not doing much in terms of exercise. I’m in a terrible shape, but I’m leaning (again) on the Couch to 5K -app I have on my phone. I’m currently doing week 3 and I’ll be nicely done by the time we’ll leave for London.

-yea by the way me and husband unit are GOING TO LONDON! yay! I’m meeting up with my pal Adam and just breathing in some nice smoggy air of that shitty town that I love so much. It’s not a long trip, only a couple of days but you gotta take what you can. So yea, London, I will be in you in less than six weeks.

And that’s about it for now.

Fic update

Monday, March 27th, 2017

I know you’ve been desperately waiting on my updates on how my story is going (have we? -you, yes you have -me). I can tell you I’m doing some editing at the moment, since the plot took an unexpected turn and I’ve yet to calculate a new route. It’s honestly a minor setback, but I’ve been somewhat preoccupied with a lot of shit lately, mainly this thing I hate called ‘actual life’. I know, I seem to have one. Strange times.

But yea, I’m safely sitting at 60 000+ words (and 100+ pages but that really isn’t a suitable measure of anything) and there is probably about 20 000 to come. Could be less, could be more, but that’s where I’d throw the estimate.

I’m also plotting an AU for this fic. For pwp purposes. (watch me crash and burn) Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

-Wait wait wait. How the hell has he managed to get up and cook? We’ve barely managed to ooze out of bed and order in.
-Some of us didn’t drink like they had cotton for mouth, you derelict drunks. But that’s not relevant.

****

-Don’t even start, she closed her eyes in order not to see his stupidly sexy smirk and his eyefuck levels turning into seven million. –I’m not even remotely in the condition to have you ravage me.
spoiler: she will be

****

And because everything needs to hurt:

And he was out the door, shouting something at Gary and she was slowly falling down to the floor, because her knees gave way and she was crying, trying to gasp in air between sobs and it felt like someone was ripping her heart out from her chest.

Now, back to editing and recalculating route.

Maladaptive daydreamer

Sunday, February 19th, 2017

Maladaptive daydreaming or excessive daydreaming is a psychological concept to describe an extensive fantasy activity that replaces human interaction and/or interferes with academic, interpersonal, or vocational functioning.

Maladaptive daydreamers may also experience trouble completing routine tasks or going to sleep, due to their desire to continue daydreaming. Oftentimes while maladaptive daydreamers are daydreaming, they will whisper, talk, make facial expressions, or do some sort of repetitive movement, such as pacing.

Maladaptive daydreamers can spend hours simply daydreaming. They may have elaborate fantasies within their minds, often comparable to a complete novel or movie. Many have more than one fantasy in their mind, each with its own characters, setting, plots, etc. Maladaptive daydreamers may become emotionally attached to their characters as well, though they know the characters are not real.

Now, until very recently I had no clue that this was actually considered as an actual psychological condition, so to speak. I thought this was something that people did. People who write. People like me.

I mean I’ve always worked that way when writing. I have a very precise mental image of the surroundings, the characters and dialogue. I tend to have conversations in my head that I go through, sometimes being one of the characters, and other times more than one. Like I switch roles all the time and go through the actual conversation that I’m later going to write. I make faces a lot when I write, or when I’m just thinking about writing. And yes there are many AU’s going on in my head at any given time, for many different storylines (i call them storylines, i guess they may as well be considered daydreams) and I do tend to get emotionally attached to my characters. Also the part about having trouble to complete routine tasks or going to sleep, because of wanting to continue the story (or fantasy)? All true.

I know there’s a difference between plotting and daydreaming in a very defining level, which is that one is more of a fantasy about oneself in an AU, and the other is basically making up characters and then sort of following their story arch. But it’s intriguing to think about the similarities. I sure spend a lot of time talking to my imaginary characters and prefer their company more often than actual people. And I sort of think that most writers add some of their own qualities to their characters, because why not, you know how a person that has this or that quality acts or thinks, because you have that in you. I don’t mean making a 2.0 (mary sue) version of you, but just putting in bits and pieces of yourself. Which kind of makes the story a personal fantasy of sorts.

So really, is there a difference between a maladaptive daydreamer and a writer such as myself?

We just don’t know.

(eggplant emoji)

Thursday, January 19th, 2017

Look, I’ve been meaning to make a post about Assassin’s Creed, because it damn well deserves one (go see it if you can!), but I’ve been switched to sort of automatic writing mode. I don’t know where all this is coming from, but I’ve written over 15 000 words in a week and there’s still more story to come. I’m not gonna fight it, no, this is one where words word very very effortlessly and that’s rare, so watch me ditch all my other duties and embrace the maladaptive daydreaming part of me.

-I thought we had something going on here. Something more than just… sex. But it’s all about the dick, isn’t it?

-Excuse me? Fuck you much? she jumped up and stormed out of the bedroom looking for her clothes. Damnit, she remembered the second she got to the hallway that she’d left everything in the bedroom. So she turned around and walked back, almost running into him.

-Yea, go on, get dressed and leave, you got what you wanted, he spat out in a bitter tone.

She was absolutely furious now. –I got…? No. You know what, fuck you. Fuck you and your fucking… everything. Fuck. YOU. I’ve been in love with you for good part of four fucking years and I’m trying here to not feel like a five quid whore you just used as a rebound from your ex and you have the fucking nerve to accuse me of just being after your fucking dick? That’s rich. I hope you step on legos you fucking leaky bagpipe.

So this happened

Saturday, October 22nd, 2016

“I think you look absolutely fantastic with your clothes hanging open like that”, she said and interrupted his digging for keys by licking his chest. “I can’t believe my luck. I get to bonk this whenever I want to.”

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