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the writer's lament

i finished something! i'd forgotten what that felt like! i feel incredible!

hey! i already know what i want to write next!

this is going to be quick- it's a concise idea and i know exactly how i want to develop it.

i've got a great idea for an opening line, i just need some time.

i need some time when my brain feels relaxed and i can listen to music and let all of this come out on its own. i am back baby!

this is a good time- i can write at my own pace and just let things evolve naturally.

yup, i really like that opening i thought of.

coming along well, a few new things coming into the mix that i hadn't planned on but hey, that's the creative process.

you know, there's something about this that doesn't seem as exciting as when it was in my head. oh well, gotta push through.

ok, this is really going back to a particular subject/ period in my life that i've covered a lot. i mean, it doesn't really matter, since most of what was written has never seen the light of day, but i can't help but think... i'm bored by this.

ok, this is definitely turning into something i've written before. i'm in author's "groundhog day".

urge to surf the net... rising...

i think i want to punch my central character in the nose.

i'm not sure i like this idea anymore.

i said i was going to get some writing done. i have failed and am full of self-loathing.

if i wrote a blog post about this, it would kind of count as having done some writing, wouldn't it?

i am trying to justify my weakness. cue more self-loathing.

cut to me, typing on blog, looking miserable.


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i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:

am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

mental health mondays :: where even the depressed ones are happy

this past week saw the publication of the annual world happiness report, a look at nations around the world and how people in each of them feel about their lot in life. i started following this a few years ago, and this year it occurred to me that it would be fun to look at how the happy places compared to the crazy places. i mean, what if those countries aren't really all that happy, but just have an extremely high rate of psychotic/ delusional disorders?

so, i set to work putting together a comparison. as it happens, that's a bit trickier than it sounds, because information on any kind of disability is more difficult to come by than you might think. and no type of disability is more controversial than a mental illness, which means that there are even more complications around definitions, seeking treatment, prognoses, record-keeping... it's hard to tell how reliable anything you're looking at is. [not that there aren't some good sources.]

and what sources there …

making faces :: soft touch

ah winter, how my lips hate you. it's too bad, really, because the rest of me likes winter, down to about -12 or so. but there's no arguing that i get dried out. nuxe rĂªve de miel is my super best friend at this time of year, even more so than otherwise. [i gave bite's agave lip mask a try only to find out i'm allergic to something in it.] but our [still] new apartment is somewhat drier than the old one [electric vs hot water heating], which meant that, for a long stretch, virtually every kind of lipstick was uncomfortable. the horror. [i wrote a post a while back about the formulas that are friendliest to chapped lips.]

faced with this dilemma, i decided to try something not exactly new, but [for me], out of the ordinary: being a gloss girl. now, i don't mind glosses. i buy them from time to time, and i used to buy more until i discovered that i just wasn't using them near enough to justify the continued purchases. my issues with glosses are that they feather…