Fri
Nov
6
My super cool writery stuff may have come in after all. Tracking info said it was delivered at 10:14 (which doesn’t make any sense because I checked the mail at about 10:20, so I’m a tad skeptical). In any case, bossman has given me permission to take the key with me to check the mail again.
Am happy now. :^)
And yes, I am aware of how silly I am.
but isn’t literature supposed to be an escape as well as a comment on the world/society/etc?
I’m looking through the nanowrimo stuff and this kid is talking about his main character always getting raped by various people, and on top of that, the father is a drug dealer and god knows what all. I’m like, “Dude, you can see that shit on the news.”
I like to be transported when I read. I want there to be an overall comment on an idea or convention or what have you, but I also want to be entertained. Rape is not entertaining to me. Granted, I hate literature that is all fluffy bunnies and daisies, but give me some kind of light, folks. Something to make me smile instead of scowl.
Am I in the minority? Does this mean my novels will never sell?
but I’m very sad now.
Was expecting an awesome package of cool writery things today, but it didn’t come although it left Atlanta last night. Was looking forward to playing. Will probably come tomorrow, and I’ll probably come up here tomorrow afternoon to see if the boss man got it from the mail (luckily I have keys to the building and office). If not, I’m grabbing the key and heading to the post office. That’s how much I was looking forward to receiving this package.
And with Dodd out of town, it was to be my sole source of entertainment this weekend. :^(
Fuck!
Looks like I’m stuck with the roommate a while longer as his wages are now being garnished and he can’t afford to move out. FUCK!
If I was more of a bitch I’d tell him “that sucks, but hit the road. It ain’t my problem anymore.” But I’m too goddamned nice and I’d lose sleep if I did that.
FUCK!
