Thoughts about writing, and the lack thereof

etrangere had an entry about writing, and it made me think about my own writing, and how I haven't been doing any.

In fact, someone just reviewed the unfinished tLS with, "I am so mad at you!" because I haven't updated.

This has just been a crazy year, between shows and the wedding and stuff. I pushed myself to get out there and sell, and unfortunately, the returns were not great. In fact, they weren't even good, but that's for another entry entirely.

The thing is, this year I've done the least amount of writing since I started the HP fandom. And it's not for lack of ideas--I have stories and plots and characters overflowing in my head. It's just that RL has eaten me whole.

Worst of all, I can't possibly participate in the snupin_santa exchange. I will be moving in December, and if I sign up, it will be disastrous. I'm very sad about this. Very. I've so enjoyed the kick in the pants that is writing for an exchange. However, I have to be realistic. Not only will I be moving an entire apartment's worth of belongings mostly by myself, but I will also be helping to move husband's grandmother out of same house, and I will also have to deal with improving same house before we move in (the carpets are wrecked, it needs painting, etc.) and, if that weren't enough, I will have to deal with the oodles of furniture/items left over because she is going into an independent living facility.

Please don't think I'm ungrateful about having to do this work--said grandmother is the height of generosity for letting us purchase her house at an amazingly reasonable price, and it's a steal. But it is a lot of work, and I won't have time to write.

Even worse, I won't have time to write tLS, which makes me sadder than words can convey. I have the entire ending plotted out, I have oodles of thoughts about where I'm going, and I'm totally geeked--except I don't have the time.

Hopefully when everything dies down after December I'll have a couple weeks to write something before I leave for Arizona. *crosses fingers* It's sad when you have to plan your writing time five months ahead...

The color Ford

Earlier this year I sent in my paperwork for the bottom feeder show, and signed up for three of them (they're held on Thursday evenings in order to coincide with a live band in a park next to it). I did not go to two of them because the weather was bad (as those who read this journal may remember).

Today was beautiful and sunny, so I went to the show.

Let's just say that I paid for the privilege of driving 91 miles so that I could work on my costume. Because nothing else really happened except I got to listen to a cover band perform a bunch of oldies and then accuse Kid Rock of being a "rip-off" artist because he took a bit of "Sweet Home Alabama" for his latest hit. Um, I'm certain he paid for it. And...well...as a cover band, shouldn't you not be throwing this particular stone?

At least I got to hear this scintillating conversation:

Woman: Can I help you?
Man: I'm getting picked up.
Woman: Oh, you are?
Man: In a truck!
Woman: Oh, that's great, I'll help you look for them. What color is the truck?
Man: It's a Ford!