As you've probably gathered there has been stuff going on at this end. Mainly I've been working on an evening but then there was last night and... well, I'll give all that its own post rather than clouding this one.
|I've always been a sucker for faux Norse-ness and|
so this fits the bill. I never needed coffee though.
So, my 'other' blog, the literary one. I've been posting more in there lately because it's coming up time for NaNoWriMo and I'm intending to do it again. Last time was in 2010 and it was a singularly unsatisfying experience. Tilly was depressed, my job was being difficult (keep in mind the storm hadn't started at that point) and I ended up junking the whole exercise about three days in. It seemed silly to even try last year. But, mainly at Tilly's urging, I've decided to have another go this year. Save for the fact that I have few ideas about how to develop anything that I've thought of I am reasonably excited about it and looking forward to it all getting going on Thursday. It may make posts here even more infrequent than they have been of late.
|This is that picture. I loved it so much that I made|
it my profile picture. It originally featured where
the corsetted woman now resides in my second
ever post too. It's a very nice picture, but it's not
anything like me.
I think it says something to say that I actually felt genuinely complimented. The starvation diet of compliments, on physical or otherwise, that I've been on since around 2008 means that any morsel like that gets seized upon by my brain. Let's leave out the fact that a. I'm not female and b. the profile picture doesn't resemble me in any way or even c. the fact that this stranger was male or d. on Google+ or even the fact that e. he wasn't being terribly serious, it was a public joking about. I am, in fact, that sad.
I'm not even sure what that all means. I think it's positive though, and here has been too much about moaning, so I shall record it.