For those of you not in the writing know, WIP is Work In Progress. Not the same as whip, of which there are many variations, levels of pain, AND can be quite fun ;)
I have been working on my debut novel-no, not the vampire one, that one has been retired. It's not that I'm sick of vampires, although the gigantic surge in popularity the last 10 years was unexpected, its just that there are so many bad renditions of the legend that I'm sorta tuned out, I guess.
The one I'm working on now is tentatively titled Requiem, and I'm 20 pages in. Unlike the vampire effort, I know how this one is going to flow, I know the climax *giggle*, and the denouement.
It is going to be a dark fiction novel, a storyline woven around a stark portrayal of the exotic dancing subculture I was once involved in. While it will encompass many less-than-stellar factors of the stripping lifestyle, there will also be many elements of dancing that were fun and made good memories.
Stay tuned!
K
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October 22, 2013
October 19, 2013
Late Night Thoughts
"Fuck the fame/ I'm a simply man"
"Tell me is it cool to fuck?/ Did you think I came to talk?/ Am I a fool or what?"
It's 11:03 and I should be in bed. I was at work till almost ten and I'm almost ready to sleep.
The lover and I dropped off our first load to the new place, we're both excited about being out in the country :) What I'm not looking forward to is driving around there.....we'll see how brutal this winter turns out to be be. Can't prevent it anyway :P It's not like I haven't driven in plenty of inclemental weather, that's for damn sure. I was thinking the other day how I've never *knocks on wood* hit a deer, although I have certainly had to slam on the brakes for them plenty of times. I don't know how I made it to work on the farm sometimes, driving half-asleep. Deer were often my second alarm clock, lol. WIDE AWAKE NOW, THANKS!
Can I discuss the topic of anxiety for a moment? I have always had anxiety, from being a small child on up, however I only put a name to it and figured out what that awful feeling was around age 25. I really didn't know what anxiety was until then, even though I have always dealt with it. I worried about everything when I was a kid, & I was shy and withdrawn. Riding the school bus was often a huge task, and I was so terrified of getting on the wrong bus, or missing my bus and not getting home. I was part of the team in my high school that put together the first ever literary journal for that school, and I loved it. However, having to ride the late bus was so nerve-racking, I didn't always go to meetings b/c I couldn't face having to ride the late bus.
In July I was dealing with New Job Anxiety, and here I am again in October dealing with the same. I AM NOT COMPLAINING, and I understand that it is what it is, and it will pass, just as it did for the first non-naked job. But it's so annoying. I hate the tightness in my chest and back, and the rapid heartbeat. Not to mention the fleeting moments of nausea. Oh yeah, that's all me, nice little nutcase package. I get annoyed with it when I'm working, like GO AWAY! Followed by: Just breathe, bitch. And to my credit, I have made tremendous progress this year, and have gotten pretty stupendous at working through it. It's not something that I let hold me back, and well, you just get kinda used to being uncomfortable.
New Job is also Lonely Time, when you haven't really made any work buddies and it's awkward when you enter the break room. Not that I give a fuck what any of the non-manager staff think of me, but it just makes me think of my former naked buddies, and how close we were in a way, due to the nudity. Working at this particular place also makes me miss my best friend, whom I used to shop there with once upon a time. I need more adult gfs :( Got plenty of dysfunctional ones to hang with, but I'm not interested anymore.
Those that know me know that I'm obsessed with the Kardashians, especially Kim and her fat ass, but in their defense, they have given me a powerful tool-the saying: Fake it Till You Make It. I'm sure they weren't the first to say such, but they are the ones I associate with it and it really helps for dealing with moments of anxiety. Fake It Till You Make It, Baby. Even when you feel like shit, and you're a basketcase inside, act like a fucking Queen. Till you can afford to be yourself again, har har.
Fuck the Haters, is another that's often tossed around. Gathering a bit of arrogance around you can be a strong armor, when needed :P
Thanks for listening,
K
"Tell me is it cool to fuck?/ Did you think I came to talk?/ Am I a fool or what?"
It's 11:03 and I should be in bed. I was at work till almost ten and I'm almost ready to sleep.
The lover and I dropped off our first load to the new place, we're both excited about being out in the country :) What I'm not looking forward to is driving around there.....we'll see how brutal this winter turns out to be be. Can't prevent it anyway :P It's not like I haven't driven in plenty of inclemental weather, that's for damn sure. I was thinking the other day how I've never *knocks on wood* hit a deer, although I have certainly had to slam on the brakes for them plenty of times. I don't know how I made it to work on the farm sometimes, driving half-asleep. Deer were often my second alarm clock, lol. WIDE AWAKE NOW, THANKS!
Can I discuss the topic of anxiety for a moment? I have always had anxiety, from being a small child on up, however I only put a name to it and figured out what that awful feeling was around age 25. I really didn't know what anxiety was until then, even though I have always dealt with it. I worried about everything when I was a kid, & I was shy and withdrawn. Riding the school bus was often a huge task, and I was so terrified of getting on the wrong bus, or missing my bus and not getting home. I was part of the team in my high school that put together the first ever literary journal for that school, and I loved it. However, having to ride the late bus was so nerve-racking, I didn't always go to meetings b/c I couldn't face having to ride the late bus.
In July I was dealing with New Job Anxiety, and here I am again in October dealing with the same. I AM NOT COMPLAINING, and I understand that it is what it is, and it will pass, just as it did for the first non-naked job. But it's so annoying. I hate the tightness in my chest and back, and the rapid heartbeat. Not to mention the fleeting moments of nausea. Oh yeah, that's all me, nice little nutcase package. I get annoyed with it when I'm working, like GO AWAY! Followed by: Just breathe, bitch. And to my credit, I have made tremendous progress this year, and have gotten pretty stupendous at working through it. It's not something that I let hold me back, and well, you just get kinda used to being uncomfortable.
New Job is also Lonely Time, when you haven't really made any work buddies and it's awkward when you enter the break room. Not that I give a fuck what any of the non-manager staff think of me, but it just makes me think of my former naked buddies, and how close we were in a way, due to the nudity. Working at this particular place also makes me miss my best friend, whom I used to shop there with once upon a time. I need more adult gfs :( Got plenty of dysfunctional ones to hang with, but I'm not interested anymore.
Those that know me know that I'm obsessed with the Kardashians, especially Kim and her fat ass, but in their defense, they have given me a powerful tool-the saying: Fake it Till You Make It. I'm sure they weren't the first to say such, but they are the ones I associate with it and it really helps for dealing with moments of anxiety. Fake It Till You Make It, Baby. Even when you feel like shit, and you're a basketcase inside, act like a fucking Queen. Till you can afford to be yourself again, har har.
Fuck the Haters, is another that's often tossed around. Gathering a bit of arrogance around you can be a strong armor, when needed :P
Thanks for listening,
K
June 24, 2013
Split Life
I took Monday and Tuesday of this week to work on the freelance side of
things. I sent out a bunch of writing applications Thurs-Sat, and got a
couple of promising responses by Sunday night. I filled out one more
today, now just waiting to hear back.
I’ve got some catching up to do with school, my head has not been in the game. Sooo very close to the end, and I’m mentally vacated. I’ve left some brains around in my skull to finish the job, just a matter of taking a deep breath, and getting through it. It’s going to feel so good to cross that item off my Things to Finish list! ”
The desperation to get out of dancing, and leave that whole crazy, dysfunctional lifestyle and everyone involved behind burns like a fire at my back. It’s a good heat though, keeps me motivated.
I love the thought of getting paid by the words that I put down on paper (Even if I might not get the byline) but at the same time, I long for a regular paycheck. What that must be like, to plan out how much you are going to make in a month because you know.
I was happy to see via Syracuse.com that the “building with the house on the roof” the one on the corner of Hiawatha and N. Salina (the newspaper had different streets, but I think mine fit) is going to get renovated. A former trucking company owner, Yiorgos Kyriakopoulos bought it for $200,00 and plans on making commercial space on the bottom, and apartments on the top floors. He might turn the “House” (which is really just a cover for the mechanical parts of the freight elevator that runs through the building) into his office.
This is a pretty awesome happening in our city that needs as much help as it can get. I wish more of the abandoned factories that are sprinkled throughout the city would have more investors and innovators.
I’ve got some catching up to do with school, my head has not been in the game. Sooo very close to the end, and I’m mentally vacated. I’ve left some brains around in my skull to finish the job, just a matter of taking a deep breath, and getting through it. It’s going to feel so good to cross that item off my Things to Finish list! ”
The desperation to get out of dancing, and leave that whole crazy, dysfunctional lifestyle and everyone involved behind burns like a fire at my back. It’s a good heat though, keeps me motivated.
I love the thought of getting paid by the words that I put down on paper (Even if I might not get the byline) but at the same time, I long for a regular paycheck. What that must be like, to plan out how much you are going to make in a month because you know.
I was happy to see via Syracuse.com that the “building with the house on the roof” the one on the corner of Hiawatha and N. Salina (the newspaper had different streets, but I think mine fit) is going to get renovated. A former trucking company owner, Yiorgos Kyriakopoulos bought it for $200,00 and plans on making commercial space on the bottom, and apartments on the top floors. He might turn the “House” (which is really just a cover for the mechanical parts of the freight elevator that runs through the building) into his office.
This is a pretty awesome happening in our city that needs as much help as it can get. I wish more of the abandoned factories that are sprinkled throughout the city would have more investors and innovators.
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