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Name: phunky
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Prince Williams County
Gender: Female
Interests: muisc, writing, reading, dancing, Law & Order, serial killers, acrylics, phunky, puhnk, peircings, tattoos, google, x-stitching, food
Expertise: Law & Order law, procrastination, dreaming
Occupation: Freelance Writing and Editing,
Industry: Media/Entertainment
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AIM:  phunkypuhnk21
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Member Since:
5/11/2002
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| I don't know why I have that title, my two Friday nights aren't that different at the moment . . . Just need a title.
I have been thinking a lot. I mean, I haven't started my new job yet and I am seriously procrastinating finishing my room and working on NaNoWriMo. But that's what I've been thinking about.
What is up with this affliction I seem to have? I just don't seem to want to do either of the above activities. But for all intents and purposes I do nothing else. I watch tv shows or movies I've seen a thousand times. I eat. I sleep, a lot. And I think about doing something. Can a person really be that lazy? I don't feel lazy. I just don't want to do things that I feel like are chores. To be fair, my room is 1,000 times better, The worst part now is mostly the vacuuming but unfortunately the last bit of straightening I need to do really inhibits the vacuuming process. But at the same time, there isn't much left, especially compared to what I started with. But also at the same time, I do do a little bit everyday. I'm not overwhelmed with task any more I'm just tired of thinking about it and doing it.
Yet, NaNoWriMo is a different type of procrastination. With my room I don't care enough to keep doing it, even when I don't want to. I'm a livng at an acceptable level of mess for me. But with the writing thing, I do care. I care a lot. And I am really afraid of failing. That's the main thing. I am afraid of writing crap or writing a lot and getting stuck. Or getting all the way to the end and it's just all round crap. I don't like not knowing what I want to do. But I have books and alligators to help with that. Saying that is an easy way to explain part of the fear problem.
When I know what I want to happen, I can write the middle, and be less worried. I know that some where there is a conclusion even if I don't know how they are going to get there. With this story I've started, I don't know what the hell I want to have happen. I have an awesome opening and I know it will be a mystery. That's something else, I've never written a mystery.
I don't want it to be a noir or hard boiled or even a detective story. I guess it's more of a suspense than detective mystery. There is a big looming question-who set the funeral home on fire? BUT I don't want that to be the focus, or rather I don't want the mystery to be the focus. I want the burnt building to be the focus, a stupid fucking metaphor for something. I want something to be revealed about one or both of the central characters; or rather have something revealed to them. And I can't even decide which is the main character.
I know who I want to follow home but I like her friend better, it's just . . . well, she doesn't have a story. I don't want to see her story. Her story would be shallow and meaningless. But she is way more fun to write. The other chick, well I am not writing her to be melancholy or apathetic and suddenly she finds a meaning to life. That's not the revelation I want. Maybe it's just a "nothing is as it seems" story. I mean, I do know who destroyed the building but his reason isn't quite so solidified yet. I mean, at the moment it just sounds crazy.
Maybe I should just go with that theme, the crazy random ass shit theme. Maybe then something will just reveal itself to me and, in the mean time, I can just I can have fun writing this people.
Of course I'm about 9,000 words behind now. But whatever.
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| A Daylight Saving Disaster
So, I have one operational analog clock. It's pretty and it doesn't tick too loudly, so it gets to have batteries. Unfortunately, it doesn't get daylight savings. More specifically, it doesn't get spring forward. So, ever since whenever spring forward was, my clock has been an hour behind. But it was all going to be ok because on October 31 everything would go back to being AWESOME and not so ridiculously sprung. So, come November 1st, bout 5pm or so, I look over to my clock to see it stuck at 9:45.
Seriously!?!?!?!?! The fucking battery died!!!! COME ON!!!!!
So basically, I still had to set my damn fucking clock despite months and months of absolute abandon and rebellion. FML (at least a little).
Living A Literary Life
Clocks aside, November 1st also marked the start of NaNoWriMo.
Yippee to ridiculous goals and epic failure!
Today, I have to make up for being hung over yesterday and getting lost on Wikipedia. I just needed to check on the spelling of Mazel Tov because it's apparently beyond the intelligence of spell check and, you know, you can't write without having those all important chapter titles correct. And some how I ended up reading about English words 'loaned' from other languages and then got back on track by reading about Mr. Molotov and Finland/USSR's Winter War and then having a discussion with my dad about Soviets/Communism/fascism/the bad guys of WWII/the future of China/NATO/and God knows what else . . . and somewhere in there I wrote less than 200 words.
And of course, I've started today rip roaring and ready to go . . .by popping open a bottle of wine, finishing off some cold pizza, clearing up some emails, and updating various networking sites . . .
I said procrastination is in my DNA, I do it like it's my job. But I think really it's inherent in being a writer. Otherwise there wouldn't be a million books "about writing" that mostly give tricks/tips on how to 'force' yourself to sit down and write consistently. And of course, there would be no NaNoWriMo. . .
An Over Use of a Useless Word
How the hell many times can I say 'so'?!? I really need to break that habit. I use to say 'well' a lot. Alos, need to lessen the whole . . . thing. . . maybe I can work this all out in NaNo . . . we shall see.
BUBBLES!!!!!
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| Unlike my last update, there is actually shit to say this time.
1. I quit my job. apparently that was a big problem. And I am a much better person for having dumped that crap. Even if it did only become clear in a drunken haze. And I didn't give wo weeks notice.
2.Luckily I found a new job fairly quickly. With hourly and comission I will be makinf the same pay but here is definitely room to advance and training.
3. I am dating someone....And that's really nice.
4. NanoWriMo is coming up. I finally feel like I'm in a space to actually finish it or at least get past week one this year. Look out for "Death Dealers" comin' soonish . . . maybe
5. Sadly, no update on puhnk&miscellany :'( Seriously unhappy about my inability to get off my ass and repair my freakin' laptop. Hopefully, I can reinvigerate this project between now and April. Yes, April is a random goal date but it will make sense, I promise.
6. When my bff's lease is up in April, I will be moving out. Well come hell or high water I'm moving out in 2010. The new decade is gonna start fresh!
7. And now that my shit is coming together, you better plan on reading all about it in this sorely blanked space. Enough is enough and ........ I've missed you Xangazonians!!!!!!!
8. I'm pretty sure these numbers became obselet bout half way through this list. But I got end on a not random number.
9. So that means another line.
10. Tune in next time: Same bat time, Same bat channel. Not bats. I hate bats...... Pumpkin..... Same Pumpkin time, same Pumpkin channel.
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| Not really big or fat just an update.
I've been away. Nothing's happened and not busy.
Just Lazy.
Thanks for everyone's interest in Puhnk and Miscellany. I am still going ahead with the project. It's just on hiatus due to a laptop failure. And my desktops general failure at being fast or able to support the need software.
I hope to blog more so keep an eye on this space. Thanks for stickin' around in the slow times... | | |
| If you are any kind of phunky phresh artist writer or thinker, you need to get in on Puhnk + Miscellany. There's no mystery surrounding it, it's just a new magazine that needs content and readers. Puhnk and Miscellany will be pushing (or punching) the envelope when it comes to culture or entertainment. We will closely examine popularly accepted language, depiction, merchandise, storylines and more, in order to discover . . . anything really. How will Bush be remembered and is it really his fault? How does Obama's presidency change racial perception (as evident in films or tv) or has the view of the presidency changed and race remains the same? How do soap operas define or confine women to contradicting stereotypes? And what does any of it say about American masses in general? Enquiring minds want to know! And you can tell them just by doing what you do. Be raw or graphic even marginal, but at least think and react, then share it with us! Check out Puhnk + Miscellany on Facebook or the World Wide Web @ http://www.puhnkandmiscellany.com Submit now and submit often. Deadline is April 4, 2009. | | |
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