"More lifelike than your best friend’s girlfriend"

I was going to listen to the rest of the new music thing, but I got distracted by listening to "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" 40 million times or so. Obsessive? No. *Interested*. There's a difference, after all. My mother rolled her eyes when I told her what the chorus was. She thinks my music is too depressing.

( old essay type email about depressing music, complete with quote from High Fidelity )

Anyways, other than music I haven't been doing much lately. I suppose I'm on a break. Not that I thought I was pushing all that hard this year, but I seem to be having a think session. There's some things I need to figure out how to do before I can finish things I'm working on or revise older things. I'd like to figure them out soon though, as I'm running low on stories to send out. I should check my subs tomorrow, see if I need to send anything out to round my number out. :) Firing is going semi-pro, I think. Oh, how I love that story, but it can't be a better story and still be that story, so I can't bring myself to revise it or send it to WOTF or anywhere else pro. I had some theories about revising Flawless that mean I need to move it into the 'thinking about' section of my brain (and make notes on it before I forget them.) I keep feeling like if I could finish something, I might know enough now to sell it. but I'm not working on anything that'll work right now. I think maybe that's what stalls me, more than anything else. I know I can write something properly, so when I keep working on things that won't sell, I want to put them aside and try something that will work. But at the same time, it's a story that I'm enjoying, so I want to finish it. Flawless, for example, I will revise, send to two markets, and then trunk. It's not genre, it's just pretending.

And the cat is perforating a random cardboard box by biting into it all the way around. And pulling some chunks off, but mostly the biting. The box edge looks fringed. Mechanical cats would be much less trouble, even the flawed sort.

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I'm dancing to my song now, and I just looked up, and the trees are swaying in time. All the bird feeders need refilled, but I'm lazy, and it's cold outside now. I think instead, I'll use the wonders of the internet to find the name of the old country song I love and possibly an MP3 of Breathing by Lighthouse (though if any of you have it and send it to me, I'll call you a wonder of the internet).

I did my little chores and such, read some, decided my mother probably wouldn't believe me if I told her I'm writing a story about a cat and need to try method acting to get my motivation down. She'd probably suggest motivation such as not living in a cardboard box in the back yard. She has no Artistic Sensibilities at all. www.mcsweeneys.net has some amusing things on the front page, so I recommend reading it today. Postcards from James Joyce to his brother Stan is also very funny.

Oh, so I'm thinking of moving. And I need suggestions as to where to move to. So, go on, where? I need winter, I need public transportation, and I'd like someone I know there so I don't have to be all alone.