...Anyway. You do make a good point about how artists are hardly ever satisfied with what they do. And I know this. Hell, I know some people who are excellent, but they feel everything they do is crap... But generally, I realize when I do something that's pretty good. The problem is that drawing anything at all, even something simple, takes me forever (days/weeks), and in the end it still doesn't look anything like what I was trying to do, and it doesn't look all that good, either. There was a point several years back where it wasn't so bad, and I think it's because I wasn't as concerned about things looking like what they were supposed to be. I dunno. Maybe someday I'll start trying to draw again, even if it's just so I'll have something to colour. I still have all these Prismas sitting around, after all.
Moving on to fic now. It's funny that you mention England/Canada and that whole thing where those stories actually end up being US/UK in disguise - considering there was a thread today about precisely that thing. A buddy of mine really likes UK/Can, and apparently like, half the stuff out there that claims to be UK/Can actually isn't. It's a damn shame, and I really should get around to writing more with them, just to try and even it out a little. Fff.
I guess you're right when you say that some characters click or not. Denmark for me - and also Iceland for me. I''m still not sure what to think about the guy. No matter how much fic I read about him, he doesn't stick. I follow a certain Icy RPer, too, and even though I love the way they play, I can't find myself seeing Iceland as being the way they play him - but I also can hardly see him at all. (I don't know if that sentence made sense). There's so little that I can see in my head, but what I can see isn't really the same as the other stuff I run across, and in the end I'm left thinking, "Okay, what the hell do I do with this guy?". But I guess when I start writing him more, I'll figure it out.
(And don't worry, you didn't make me worry, ff. I actually don't really fret all that much, except sometimes when it comes to the people who are very difficult to write. And even then it's more like, "ARGH. I can see you, and I can hear you, why can't I write you?!")
Ffff. Maybe you do sound like Denmark! Or maybe not. <3 Mostly I based it off how my family from the Drumheller area speaks. Kind of a lazy drawl. MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING FAMILIAR. MAYBE NOT. 8D
So anyway, on the computer front - no, I'm definitely stuck playing tech support. Even if I sent her a book on the subject, she wouldn't read it, and if she did read it, she wouldn't understand it. *facedesk* Lovely. Alas, I must endure calls of "THE INTERNET IS BROKEN".
Moving on. Yeahhh, I was kidding. But considering it wasn't totally obvious, you get a pass there. ;p Er, by explanation about the whole recluse thing... it's kind of a long story, but basically there was a period from maybe late Feburary until July when I went into this huge depressive episode and gradually withdrew from everything completely. After a while I stopped going to classes completely (though I still showed up to teach my class - I can fuck up my own life, but I wouldn't let my students down) and I didn't finish my essays, and I missed my exams. There were various contributing factors, including the fact that my furnace was broken for at least two months during this time, and there were relationship things I was upset about, etc. Eventually I also stopped answering my parents' phone calls and I stopped checking my school e-mail, and I only went outside to go to the grocery store and occasionally the cafe. Most of my time was spent in bed.
So basically, it was this huge downward spiral, but luckily I've managed to pull myself out of it. I've settled everything with the department, and I'm allowed to come back for another year, and I won't suffer academic penalty. (The only reason I'm going into this is because, well, all the entries about it are public anyway, and I don't really mind talking about it, because somehow talking about it helps). Now that I'm no longer pretending to be Emily Dickinson (so to speak), I can get on with things.
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Date: 2009-09-01 09:14 am (UTC)Moving on to fic now. It's funny that you mention England/Canada and that whole thing where those stories actually end up being US/UK in disguise - considering there was a thread today about precisely that thing. A buddy of mine really likes UK/Can, and apparently like, half the stuff out there that claims to be UK/Can actually isn't. It's a damn shame, and I really should get around to writing more with them, just to try and even it out a little. Fff.
I guess you're right when you say that some characters click or not. Denmark for me - and also Iceland for me. I''m still not sure what to think about the guy. No matter how much fic I read about him, he doesn't stick. I follow a certain Icy RPer, too, and even though I love the way they play, I can't find myself seeing Iceland as being the way they play him - but I also can hardly see him at all. (I don't know if that sentence made sense). There's so little that I can see in my head, but what I can see isn't really the same as the other stuff I run across, and in the end I'm left thinking, "Okay, what the hell do I do with this guy?". But I guess when I start writing him more, I'll figure it out.
(And don't worry, you didn't make me worry, ff. I actually don't really fret all that much, except sometimes when it comes to the people who are very difficult to write. And even then it's more like, "ARGH. I can see you, and I can hear you, why can't I write you?!")
Ffff. Maybe you do sound like Denmark! Or maybe not. <3 Mostly I based it off how my family from the Drumheller area speaks. Kind of a lazy drawl. MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING FAMILIAR. MAYBE NOT. 8D
So anyway, on the computer front - no, I'm definitely stuck playing tech support. Even if I sent her a book on the subject, she wouldn't read it, and if she did read it, she wouldn't understand it. *facedesk* Lovely. Alas, I must endure calls of "THE INTERNET IS BROKEN".
Moving on. Yeahhh, I was kidding. But considering it wasn't totally obvious, you get a pass there. ;p Er, by explanation about the whole recluse thing... it's kind of a long story, but basically there was a period from maybe late Feburary until July when I went into this huge depressive episode and gradually withdrew from everything completely. After a while I stopped going to classes completely (though I still showed up to teach my class - I can fuck up my own life, but I wouldn't let my students down) and I didn't finish my essays, and I missed my exams. There were various contributing factors, including the fact that my furnace was broken for at least two months during this time, and there were relationship things I was upset about, etc. Eventually I also stopped answering my parents' phone calls and I stopped checking my school e-mail, and I only went outside to go to the grocery store and occasionally the cafe. Most of my time was spent in bed.
So basically, it was this huge downward spiral, but luckily I've managed to pull myself out of it. I've settled everything with the department, and I'm allowed to come back for another year, and I won't suffer academic penalty. (The only reason I'm going into this is because, well, all the entries about it are public anyway, and I don't really mind talking about it, because somehow talking about it helps). Now that I'm no longer pretending to be Emily Dickinson (so to speak), I can get on with things.