Four A.M. Again

Tonight I reorganized the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Rediscovered the sad looking manila folder of half-finished bits and pieces that I wrote at some point in the last fifteen years.

Yes, that means the vampire romance I wrote back when I was fourteen is there, in all its sixty pages of *snicker* glory. Including all the notes and additions I made when I decided to turn it into an X-File fic sometime around my first or second freshman year of college (you know, back when I was writing in that genre - Oh, Gossamer, I remember you fondly).

I've moved from two boxes of papers to one last folder, so this is actually the cream of the crop as far as my old bits and pieces go. Most of it is horribly naive and immature, but I keep thinking there is something there... something that I can work with. Maybe.

( Included in the mix was: )

All in all, it makes me want to spend even more time writing. Or banging my head against the desk. One of the two. I will be typing all of it up for posterity and putting it all in the Binders Of Doom on the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Cause I have nothing better to do at three a.m.

Also, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to start renting all the seasons of Highlander because there are names in the piece I have dubbed Head Off Whackin' for want of a real name, that I just don't remember. Who are these people? Did I even know who they were when I wrote this stuff?

Luckily, I have no such urge for the X-Files, as I lost all love for that show sometime around season seven.

Found a nice Wendy/Hook story today. Had forgotten about that 'ship. It's all Jason Isaacs fault, really. He was such a ... well, let's just say I liked his Hook much better than Dustin Hoffman's.

One last thing - Shaun of the Dead is finally opening in the U.S. And I'll only have to drive three hundred miles round trip to see it (she types bitterly). Cause heaven forbid any of the theatres around here show a lower budget Non-US film. Wankers.

So, anyone want to take a road trip?

Four A.M. Again

Tonight I reorganized the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Rediscovered the sad looking manila folder of half-finished bits and pieces that I wrote at some point in the last fifteen years.

Yes, that means the vampire romance I wrote back when I was fourteen is there, in all its sixty pages of *snicker* glory. Including all the notes and additions I made when I decided to turn it into an X-File fic sometime around my first or second freshman year of college (you know, back when I was writing in that genre - Oh, Gossamer, I remember you fondly).

I've moved from two boxes of papers to one last folder, so this is actually the cream of the crop as far as my old bits and pieces go. Most of it is horribly naive and immature, but I keep thinking there is something there... something that I can work with. Maybe.

( Included in the mix was: )

All in all, it makes me want to spend even more time writing. Or banging my head against the desk. One of the two. I will be typing all of it up for posterity and putting it all in the Binders Of Doom on the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Cause I have nothing better to do at three a.m.

Also, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to start renting all the seasons of Highlander because there are names in the piece I have dubbed Head Off Whackin' for want of a real name, that I just don't remember. Who are these people? Did I even know who they were when I wrote this stuff?

Luckily, I have no such urge for the X-Files, as I lost all love for that show sometime around season seven.

Found a nice Wendy/Hook story today. Had forgotten about that 'ship. It's all Jason Isaacs fault, really. He was such a ... well, let's just say I liked his Hook much better than Dustin Hoffman's.

One last thing - Shaun of the Dead is finally opening in the U.S. And I'll only have to drive three hundred miles round trip to see it (she types bitterly). Cause heaven forbid any of the theatres around here show a lower budget Non-US film. Wankers.

So, anyone want to take a road trip?

Oklahoma

DH has his new orders. After job training ends, he's going to be stationed at ... say it with me now ... Ft. Sill, OK.

Where he's currently undergoing job training. Also, where he had basic training. I believe he's only left that base twice since he's joined the Army, and then only when we took him to dinner and back to the hotel to watch G4 Tech TV.

So... do I want to move to "OMG It's HOT" Oklahoma? Home of the red dirt, of which I have great disdain (Have you seen the prairie dogs after they've rolled around in that stuff? Creepy.), the Murder Mystery Hotel where we honeymooned, various other things (I'm sure) and Ft. Sill.

Where I won't _have_ to work, if I don't want to. Where I can spend all day being a ... housewife - which I take to mean I can spend the day playing on the computer, write to my heart's content, paint and order in delivery for dinner. Which, you know, is not a bad life. Where I won't have any friends or family. No one to talk to during the day, or most nights. No games on the weekend unless I make the seven hour drive back here. (Which, if I knew I had a cheap place to stay, I totally would. Cause, you know, I got games to play.)

Or do I stay here. Where I'll have to find a job to pay rent and eat. Where I won't see my husband... except when he has leave. Where I will have friends to talk to on weekends. And the games.

Yes, I have the phone. And IM. For the friends, not for DH, cause he has no time for stuff like that.

This is so hard. I need to talk it out, I think.

I have till the beginning of October before the Landlords need to know (otherwise it's another months rent, which isn't that bad, really). I wouldn't be moving until the end of October.

And what if we actually manage to start a family?

Head hurts.

Oklahoma

DH has his new orders. After job training ends, he's going to be stationed at ... say it with me now ... Ft. Sill, OK.

Where he's currently undergoing job training. Also, where he had basic training. I believe he's only left that base twice since he's joined the Army, and then only when we took him to dinner and back to the hotel to watch G4 Tech TV.

So... do I want to move to "OMG It's HOT" Oklahoma? Home of the red dirt, of which I have great disdain (Have you seen the prairie dogs after they've rolled around in that stuff? Creepy.), the Murder Mystery Hotel where we honeymooned, various other things (I'm sure) and Ft. Sill.

Where I won't _have_ to work, if I don't want to. Where I can spend all day being a ... housewife - which I take to mean I can spend the day playing on the computer, write to my heart's content, paint and order in delivery for dinner. Which, you know, is not a bad life. Where I won't have any friends or family. No one to talk to during the day, or most nights. No games on the weekend unless I make the seven hour drive back here. (Which, if I knew I had a cheap place to stay, I totally would. Cause, you know, I got games to play.)

Or do I stay here. Where I'll have to find a job to pay rent and eat. Where I won't see my husband... except when he has leave. Where I will have friends to talk to on weekends. And the games.

Yes, I have the phone. And IM. For the friends, not for DH, cause he has no time for stuff like that.

This is so hard. I need to talk it out, I think.

I have till the beginning of October before the Landlords need to know (otherwise it's another months rent, which isn't that bad, really). I wouldn't be moving until the end of October.

And what if we actually manage to start a family?

Head hurts.