Writers block still tripping me up. It even seems to be affecting my ability to blog. That, and laziness, and head in the clouds… and a kind soul took pity on me and lent me the rest of season four Buffy and season one Angel (thank you thank you thank you). But then my flatmate came home and kicked me out of his room (how inconsiderate is that?) so I didn't get to watch much. I tried to do some work on my novel tonight, but one of the characters kept turning into a demon, and it’s suppose to be a realist novel.
Hey, anyone read New Internationalist? The latest issue comes with a cool CD, “Sounds of Dissent,” with tracks from Ani DiFranco and a whole bunch of artists I haven’t actually heard of but that's probably just cos I'm clueless.
Just promise me one thing; if I drop dead tomorrow,
tell me my grave stone won't read:
ani d.
CEO.
Please let it read:
songwriter
musicmaker
storyteller
freak.
(from Ani’s open letter to Ms Magazine)
I wish I had the guts and integrity that woman has. I’d probably sell out if someone made me an offer. I want acceptance too much.