This is so fucking sad.

From this article.

“South Africa is the only country on the African continent that has legalised gay marriage.

Homosexuality remains illegal in most other African countries, and those found guilty of homosexual acts can be put to death in several countries.”

So yeah, way to go  SA, but the fact that we’re the only ones. That’s beyond shocking.

Sometimes I really hate the world we live in.

I’m feeling oddly iffy and disconnected.

Can’t write, it feels like I’ve had all the creativity sucked out of my soul in a particularly botched and bloody op.

Instead of writing I’m settling down to a reread of Poppy Z Brite’s Drawing Blood. It’s a bit like curling up with an old friend you haven’t seen in years and tears. You still love them, but the wrinkles are deeper, and you feel like maybe it’ll be impossible to reconnect. And then a few drinks later it’s just like old times and you’re laughing at stupid jokes and “remember when…?”

I have laundry to do.

Bah.

Agent: Yay book! Climax needs work.

Cat:  *hides under duvet*

Beta Chorus: “We told you so!”

Cat:  “Shut Up! I did work on it, you bastards.”

Beta Chorus:  “Not enough!” *throws banana peels and pencil stubs*

Cat: *Takes up alcoholism some more*

Beta Chorus: *makes suggestions*

Cat:  *peers out from under edge of duvet, tosses empty gin bottle at chorus.  May also peer at suggestions, but will not admit it*

…..time passes….

Cat: “OH HAI GUYS I NAO HAZ AWESOEM MANUSCRIPT YOU ARE ALL MADE OF WIN LALALALALALALA”

The Djinn Feast is up, for those who feel like reading my misogynistic fantatwee. *winks*

Seriously though, it was interesting to see where my head was about a year-two years? ago.

I was actually trying to get photos of the nascent greenery, and ended up taking of the sprogs instead.

Here’s Noa

And Tanith

No, not from me, from like, *other* people.

First off there’s this informative thread on AW about how advances work - the whole thing is quite interesting, but the meat of it is in Gillhoughly’s post. You can’t miss it, it takes up like half the thread.

Then fellow muser Alexandra Little has being posting about her experiences at SCBWI, and she’s written a series of posts on agent and editor advice.

And just so you know that it is I, morongrrl, posting, and not a robot:

A picture of a house in my area.

You’re thrilled, I can tell.

What Cat does when the sun is shining and the birds are singing:

Ah, I’m in lust with that bit of shiny right now.

You know what I wish you could still get?

I remember passing hours immersed in the stories and poems, turning the pages with the chime. I had favourites - Gobbolino the witch’s cat, the marrog from mars, shorty the satellite, that story about the boy who painted things that came to life…

What childhood things do you wish were still available?

Black pepper Danish feta, black mission olives, spaghetti, swiss chard….mmmm I have the makings of a yummy supper.

Not much writing done today. Instead I took the sprogs out for milkshake and chips, and bought them new shoes. *is now bankrupt*

Bee came around last night and dropped off some more Scrubs for us. Yay, I have stuff to watch tonight.

Unisa is pissing me off because their site is made of fail and nothing ever loads. I want to study further (yeah, I know I say this every year and then never have the money for it, but I am planning this one in advance - good idea, right?) and I’m kinda stumped as to what direction to take. Since I’m not studying for a career, but purely for my own pleasure I have way more options open to me, and yeah, I’m kinda spoiled for choice. I need to focus a bit. Of course it would SO help if I could actually find the Unisa Calender pdf on their site.

I know many writers work at their craft 7 days a week for fear of losing the rhythm.

Personally, I just can’t do that  because if I don’t give myself a break like a normal person then I start resenting having to write. Not a good mental state for me.

This weekend was spent running around doing grocery shopping, visiting family, and working in the garden. I also got my dvd from the dance and it depressed me greatly. Ugh, I really should just stop eating.

I’m ready for July to be over. Come on, August - I want to go fly kites already!