ephemera

[rivendellrose]

The office is dead today, and you know what that means... I'm bored, so I'm pestering all of you. :P It also means I've been reading random articles online, and have gotten through the news sites and out into the scary land of MSN Lifestyle (ugh) and, even worse, iVillage. OMG so. frigging. bored. And depressed about my utter lack of dating life, because that's what I get for reading those damned lifestyle sites. Must find ways to meet people. Absolutely must. Otherwise will wither away into Bridget Jones style prose and old-cat-lady-hood much too early. *Headdesk* Still, though... it's remarkably hard to think of places to meet either women who wouldn't freak out if I tried to flirt with them or men who I wouldn't want to smack upside the head. I'm afraid of clubs and bars as meeting venues, largely because... it never seems to work, or I end up with guys who I want very badly to Leave Me Alone. I've heard coffee shops claimed as great places to meet people, but I think Seattleites are too locked into our own little social groups for much of that. And of course there's the added thought that going out to bars/coffee shops/etc = money, and my last credit card bill was... ahem. A bit more than usual. And that wasn't the one with the seaplane ticket. o_O

Moving on from that series of complaints...

So I open my notebook, figuring I can at least make some notes on stories I want to work on when I get home or something... and the first thing that hits me in the face is the 12+ hand-written pages I wrote over my little sailing-vacation... which have been dashed into tiny little pieces by later revelations in canon. The worst of it is, aside from one stupid-big-hurking plot device that I had to use, I really liked that fic. Alas.

Also, there's a big paddle-wheel boat (don't actually know what to call them...) passing through Seattle waters today - she was sighted up in Portage Bay earlier, and about half an hour ago we saw her pass through the channel here at Shilshole. Her name is Empress of the North - apparently she cruises Alaska in the summer, and comes down here for the fall months.

Comments

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

*Laughs* But all that'll do is get me wanting to do calligraphy when I get home, and that'll mean cleaning off my desk (hmm... on second thought, this might be beneficial to my overall well-being...), digging out my nibs and ink and all, and trying to find nice, short passages from the Havamal or Tolkien to write out and illuminate. Which.... well, it'd be fun. But it'd also be one more thing that I would start without much hope of ever really finishing. :P

[ursula]

You could read up on period scribal materials. Then all you have to do is wistfully think about how great it would be if you had ink, parchment, knew how to cut quills . . .

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

I'll stick with wistfully wishing I had the time and wherewithal to make my projects look nice, to begin with. I'll worry about more period-appropriate materials when I manage to turn out something worthy of them! ;)

[ursula]

But artists never feel worthy. It's just one of those things :)