Eugie Foster (eugie) wrote,
Eugie Foster

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Autumn skunk, Scooby-Doo, and catharsis

This week has been chock full of brisk days and chilly nights. I've gotten soft, my friends from the Midwest tell me. They're already getting frozen precipitation. I'm not sure if they mean snow or hail; I'm afraid to ask. But I've started piling on the sweaters and pulling the covers up around my neck.

Hobkin's loving it. With the house this cold, he's gotten downright frisky, prone to tearing around doing "skunk laps" with his tail straight up behind him. Occasionally he stops to stomp whatever happens to get in his way--me, Matthew, the couch--before galloping off again. Absolutely adorable. He's also picked up a few new tricks. He's discovered how to pry the speaker covers (that cloth mesh stuff) off the big speakers in the living-room and how to sneak into the fish tank cabinet. The former problem we have temporarily resolved by tying the speakers with string. I suspect we will need to move them out of his reach. As for the latter, we need to move the fish tank+cabinet closer to the wall so he can't squeeze in behind it, which is where he's getting access. I keep expecting him to figure out how to open the refrigerator next, a talent that skunks are renown for.

We rented and watched Scooby-Doo last night. Surprisingly, it didn't suck. Again, I probably would have felt less generous about the film if I'd seen it at the theater, but I guess I had lower expectations for this one, 'cause I actually enjoyed it. A pleasant surprise. And SMG continues to be a cutie.

Managed to crank out 1500 words on my catharsis story. My DC2K writers group decided at our chat to push the deadline back to the 21st on the Halloween story. So maybe after I finish the catharsis one, I can get back on track. However, 1500 more words is more than I had expected the other story needing. And it's not done yet. I've written everything except the very apex of the climax so I know exactly how it's going to go. I can almost taste finished story. But it's at 7500 words.

I really didn't think this concept merited 7500 words. Part of it, I console myself, is that the story is very heavy with dialogue, which bumps the word-count. But perhaps I got a bit self-indulgent in the graphically violent scenes. I definitely need to go in and see if I can't do some chopping. But I think I'll finish it first.

On a slight tangent, I got an email from a person I'd never met before who has been lurking at my journal and website. She has shared interests--a pet skunk, sci-fi, writing/reading--and is sad that I've gone friends only 'cause she doesn't have an LJ and isn't planning on starting one. But she also understands why I did it, and sympathizes. She just wanted to drop me a note of support and best wishes.

Sigh. I like meeting new people this way, dammit. It's not fair that I have to put up with abuse if I want a public blog.

May all stalker's have their eyeballs spontaneously combust and their hands rot off with gangrene. Actually, let's just broaden the scope of my little curse there to "all assholes" and have done with it.

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