"Now You Are Here, Again Beside Me..."

Am writing a paper on the way the Irish adapted Christianity to their culture (i.e., the fact that Easter comes from Eoster (sp?), a goddess of fertility). Is not going all that well, considering papers are not my strong point.

Of course, procrastinating and sneaking on LJ isn't helping it come along. Back to work.

Padraic is such a gorgeous name. There's a fellow at our church named Padraic.

Right, right. Researching.

"No One Can See That Child But You..."

Yesterday I told Mum that I'd become disillusioned with the world of writing. When I was little, I thought only really good authors could be published, and bad authors were banned. I thought that if you were a good author, everyone read your books and knew who you were.

And then I grew up and realised that this is not at all the case, that terrible books can gain huge followings, that brilliant people can have only a select tiny cult following, and that people can totally be in it for the money only.

I told Mum I was very discouraged by that, and that I was pretty sure if I published a book, a few people would read it, a few people would like it, but for the most part, I would be one of those authors who no one could remember. I also told her I was quite resigned to that, and that I'd write anyway, but I wasn't expecting it to be remembered for my writing.

She told me I was definitely going to be a writer, then. She said that if you know you won't be famous or remembered for your writing, and you'll write anyway, just because you want or feel like you need to write, then you're a real writer.

So yay, I'm going to be a writer. But now I need to figure out how I'm going to support myself.



In other news, I still haven't finished my paper.

"Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes..."

I am procrastinating. I'm working on erinpuff's birthday fic right now, and slowly it goes. :)

Hamlet/Horatio. Erroris means 'of the illusion'.

( Erroris )

"But the Sea Is Wide.... And I Can't Get Over..."

Hey presto, she's depressed again.

Being injured always helps the depression along, and the fact that I'm allergic to Codine, so I can't take anything stronger than aspirin for a pain reliever (and aspirin does not work well) is not a happy thing.

Also am in very stupid situation that cannot be talked about here (which is distinctly frustrating...).

My writing does not like me, I do not like me, I feel like a mean ebil jerk, and I didn't get any sleep last night, which could have something to do with the way I'm feeling. I want my Mum. I want to be cuddled by a grown-up person who can pet me and solve my problems.

In Soujin's world, adults know the answer to everything. If she goes outside of Soujin's world, Soujin will die an nasty death.

I need to grow up. This endless childish mucking about will make me go mad.