June 26, 2006
training, teaching?
It's been a while.
In the meantime I've finished the rought draft of the Nameless Minstrel and started re-writing it, gone on vacation, re-started training for my job at k., and recieved a test that (if I pass it) will get me a job as a part-time copyeditor.
So I could start out this next semester with 3 jobs. It would be nice, the copyediting job pays extremely well, though I have to learn the Chicago Manual of Style to do it. And that's a thick mother of a book.
Which LSU only has in its vetrinary library. Wft?
I've been having Big Thoughts lately. I'll blame them on mood swings, caffeine withdrawal and moving, but there they are. They're not finished Big Thoughts, by any means. Hopefully when they are I'll post about them. Either that, or I'll try and work them out here.
June 02, 2006
The Letter Meme
This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
I'm actually not going to give out letters, because we're leaving tomorrow on vacation so I can't guarentee I'll hand them out in any speed at all.
Jo has given me "E". Vowels are hard! Here it goes:
1) Eggs: I seem to forget about them periodically, but they are so delicious. When I was very little, my grandfather always made me scrambled eggs, and they tasted better than any other eggs I had. He was the one who taught me to make them, and now every time I crack eggs into the bowl I think of him.
2) Earth: Sometimes I have an overwhealming urge to bury my hands in earth - not dirt, not the clay that we have in St. Louis, but rich dark earth that's damp without being muddy, that smells like possibility and dust and secrets. It is one of my vivid memories from driving around the country looking at colleges: the contrast of near-black soil and bright green that characterized Michigan for me.
3) Eckert's: About half an hour away, across the bridges over the Mississippi and through Illinois fields, there is a huge orchard where you can pick apples, peaches, blackberries...in the fall, kindergardens from all over St. Louis take field trips to drag bright orange pumpkins from huge piles of hay bales. The taste of fresh-picked apples, still warm from the tree, spoils you forever for grocery store apples.
4) Eve: A character in a story I still struggle with, a reflection of what I wanted to be and was afraid to be when I was a teenager. A path I did not take.
5) Early Mornings: Though I am by no stretch of the imagination a morning person, sometimes I wake up shortly after sunrise. The damp cool air of morning, and the quality of light are like nothing else, but that's not why I love them: It is the feeling that no one else is awake to see it, that it is all for me that I love. It makes a beautiful day special.
6) Everding: Taught math to me in Junior and Senior year. It was in her class I realized that something was not working with my brain, and that led to me being diagnosed with ADD. When I told her, she gave me a big hug and said "I'm so glad that you figured it out."
7) Eating: Well...enough said there. I do use it as self-medication from time to time, but it is a better alternative (and easier to control) than other things I could use.
8) Ephiny: A character from Xena (one of my favorite shows), and the inspiration for my fic-writing pseudonym.
9) Estate Sales: Aside from indulging the packrat that I am, this is one of my favorite activities to share with my parents. We get up early on a Saturday morning and zoom around town from one old house to another, being shocked, amused or entranced by the collections there and generally enjoying the freedom of the weekend.
10) Earthworms: The reason I do not like walking outside after a rain, even though the world is clean and inviting. I hate to step on them, hate it hate it. Sometimes when I lean outside, I can smell them. And yet they fascinate me and squick me at the same time - the worst part about gardening is accidentally slicing one in half with a shovel. It makes me want to cry.
Woot! I did it!