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ladyassassin27 reminded me of a topic that I’ve been meaning to write about for a while now:
Image - part 1: Refraction [2631 words. PG for nakedness and bodily functions.]
Imperial fashions, promotions and the utility of the state. (Radu’s promotion to the rank of Inspector General.)
I had every intention of writing the second and final part today but having read over the prior part I’m just not in the mood right now even if this is the first Trinity Blood piece I’ve written in over a month. By all reasoning I’m probably running out of things that I want to write and I’m more than a little apprehensive about picking up further novel volumes just for their poor editing. I am interested in the rest of the story at least but I’d be far happier with a summary these days than reading what comes off as poorly written schlock.
On the original fiction front:
Cleansing [1145 words. G. In the same continuity as Copy, Silence, System, Deus, Experiment, Utopia, Orientation and Destination.]
Machine maintenance and a Requiem mass.
In other news, my hair is greying again but in strange ways. Today I found two grey hairs but much further back on my head than the first one I discovered and accidentally pulled out quite some time ago. The strangeness coming from the fact that at least one of them is grey at the outer end but is black where it emerges from my scalp which I’d always thought wasn’t meant to happen. Surely my hair should be black at the tips while the grey slowly creeps out of my scalp not the other way round? How am I going to cultivate distinguished streaks of grey if I only have grey areas that occur randomly and can be removed by a haircut?
18:10
Lethargy and the disheartening state of the world aside, I’m feeling almost Stepford-esque in my susceptibility to general chores lightening my mood. Though perhaps this time it might have more to do with admiring my own taste in shirts generally rather than the process of ironing them.
ladyassassin27 reminded me of a topic that I’ve been meaning to write about for a while now:Image - part 1: Refraction [2631 words. PG for nakedness and bodily functions.]
Imperial fashions, promotions and the utility of the state. (Radu’s promotion to the rank of Inspector General.)
I had every intention of writing the second and final part today but having read over the prior part I’m just not in the mood right now even if this is the first Trinity Blood piece I’ve written in over a month. By all reasoning I’m probably running out of things that I want to write and I’m more than a little apprehensive about picking up further novel volumes just for their poor editing. I am interested in the rest of the story at least but I’d be far happier with a summary these days than reading what comes off as poorly written schlock.
On the original fiction front:
Cleansing [1145 words. G. In the same continuity as Copy, Silence, System, Deus, Experiment, Utopia, Orientation and Destination.]
Machine maintenance and a Requiem mass.
In other news, my hair is greying again but in strange ways. Today I found two grey hairs but much further back on my head than the first one I discovered and accidentally pulled out quite some time ago. The strangeness coming from the fact that at least one of them is grey at the outer end but is black where it emerges from my scalp which I’d always thought wasn’t meant to happen. Surely my hair should be black at the tips while the grey slowly creeps out of my scalp not the other way round? How am I going to cultivate distinguished streaks of grey if I only have grey areas that occur randomly and can be removed by a haircut?
18:10
Lethargy and the disheartening state of the world aside, I’m feeling almost Stepford-esque in my susceptibility to general chores lightening my mood. Though perhaps this time it might have more to do with admiring my own taste in shirts generally rather than the process of ironing them.
