katiefoolery: (Pratchett on writing)
I just wrote something.  Honest to goodness something for the first time in months.  There’s just one problem: It’s the end of the story and I have no idea how it starts.

Actually, that’s a lie.  I do know how it starts, because it starts with the ending and it goes a little like this:

The gun’s warm in my hands.

I didn’t think it would be.

I didn’t think it would smell like this, didn’t think it would be so loud, didn’t think you’d really just… fall like that.

And I didn’t think it would be so quiet afterwards, and so dark.  I think the world’s just ended.  I think my world was all wrapped up in you – hidden away, tied and tangled in your veins, swimming through your blood.  I think it was all there and it’s gone now.

I killed you.  I’m so sorry.  I killed you and I just can’t see this ending any other way.  If I stood here and re-played it in my head – re-lived every scene, spoke every word again – it would still end up this way.  You’d still be there, dead at my feet, and the gun would still be warm in my hands.

I’m so sorry.

And that’s great and everything.  I really embrace that sense of inevitability and the death and the onset of angst... I just wish I knew what caused it.  Should anyone feel like speculating, please do so here in this handy poll:
[Poll #1220319]
And just because I'm loving the answers to the poll so far, I'm going to post them so I can respond.
[livejournal.com profile] theemdash -- Best friends driven apart by a simple thing as a stolen pair of shoes.
Oooh, and then she strips them from the body and walks off down the alleyway! I like.

[livejournal.com profile] everydayjoy -- okay I don't know, but whoa: that is *powerful*
:D *feels ego expand*

[livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog -- LORF RYN!!!! that is all :D
O.o ...It so could be.

[livejournal.com profile] burgotastic -- I don't know why, but I've never really been a fan of 1st Person perspective. Please re-write and resubmit 2/10
Only if you re-submit your comment in third person perspective too.

[livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey -- crazedturkey gratuitously wasting tax payers money. :D
Yes, it all makes sense. "How dare you waste my hard-earned tax dollars that way?" BANG.

[livejournal.com profile] violentstylings -- Hmmmmm... maybe a brooding tale of a person's self doubt and inability to fit in the world, and all the events that push that person right to the edge... right up until the day they eat that off fruit salad, and something clicks.... and then 'bang bang'.
I can see that happening, especially the brooding bit. Too many people have been driven insane by a bit rancid apple and a spot of mould on a piece of banana.

[livejournal.com profile] danceswithelvis -- Truthfully it all reminds me of this song: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/aha/ivebeenlosingyou.html So mayhap, the killer ends up sitting around and talking to the victim a bit more before shuffling off into the sunset.
Those lyrics are an almost uncanny commplement. Wow. And I can definitely see the killer telling their victim the story of their demise, too.

[livejournal.com profile] the_wanlorn -- He told her he preferred Superman to Batman.
The dastard!

[livejournal.com profile] gravityslave -- In relationships, little things get big quickly. They had been highschool sweethearts, she'd known nothing else, but her mother's recipe for fruit salad was better than his and he could never admit it...
Such a common, tragic tale. People think fruit salad's a harmless, healthy dessert but they're so very, very wrong.

[livejournal.com profile] pitkat -- Sworn enemies in a duel of inevitability – a showdown if you will. Now that the duel is over and one is left standing, he/she realizes that it was all in vein to begin with because he/she is left with no purpose. Or, maybe it's me and my thesis. ;)
Oooh, but I like that. Driven to the point of insanity, a writer's thesis takes on human form and she stalks it through the streets - determined to win, determined to bring it to her will...

[livejournal.com profile] alankria -- I'm pretty sure there was an antelope in there somewhere.
I'm pretty sure there is, too. Good call.

Mostly, I just feel like dancing like a loon because I wrote something.  A whole... one hundred and fifty words.  Oooh, that was nicely rounded off. :D

Also, I would like to make a public service announcement to the effect that [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey committed an egregious abuse of tax-payer money earlier this evening and everyone should be aware of this fact.
katiefoolery: (Renji is enthused...)
Well, two weeks have passed, so it must be time for my update.  I really have to get around to updating more regularly.  And by “regularly” I mean “every couple of days” obviously, rather than “every fortnight”...  Because while that’s regular, it’s not exactly prolific.

Luckily, you were saved from a post of relentless angst by the following characters:

Always being watched...

They arrived on my doorstep this morning in a rather innocuous looking parcel.  Said innocuous looking parcel was filled, filled I say, with an absolutely insane amount of wrapping paper.  I was surrounded by the stuff by the time I’d finished unwrapping everything; sitting there, drowning in a sea of green paper.  And the people to blame are the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey and [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog.

*hugs them both*

I absolutely love the expressions on their faces.  Ichigo looks quite crazed - not the sort of look you really want to see on someone in charge of a rather large, sharp-edged object.  And Rukia looks a little disgruntled, but I imagine that’s mostly because I put her in between Urahara and Kon.  I don’t know what I was thinking there.

And as an extra bonus, you get to see the top of my amazing-but-only-cost-seven-dollars keyboard (best keyboard ever - I’m never letting it go) and half of Sideshow Bob’s sardonic face.  Also, a manicure kit... because you need one right by the computer, don't you?

So yes - I was going to be angsty today, but I decided to be grateful for the amazing friends I have instead.
katiefoolery: (Turles gushes... sarcastically I'm sure)
I keep finding reasons to like Winter.

This is rather disturbing.

I Do Not Like Winter.  It is cold and miserable and I spend all of my time dreaming of Summer and of not wearing a million layers of clothing or having to cope with one’s stupid umbrella breaking in the stupid wind when one needs it for protection against the stupid rain.

But, on the other hand...

In Winter, I get to wear gloves and that means I don’t have to touch metal door-handles or poles on the bus with my bare skin.  This is quite a boon for someone who can’t stand the feel of metal.

In Winter, I get to wear lovely warm coats, such as the wool and cashmere one I bought for my birthday.  It’s incredibly warm and, as an added bonus, it makes me look ridiculously slim.  (As an added added bonus, I got five dollars off the price because one of the buttons was missing and later found said button in one of the pockets.)

Oh, and in Winter, I get to wear boots.  Oh, the boots.  I have such a problem there.  I won’t go into that any further.

As if this sudden gratitude for cold weather wasn’t bad enough, it took a turn for the worse the other day.  I’d just been on a trip to the supermarket across the road in the freezing cold winds of icy doom and I stepped back inside.  My normal reaction upon doing this is to run up to the door behind which the central heating unit resides and shower it with mushy praise and protestations of undying love.  The other day?  I stepped inside and thought: Hmm... it’s a bit too warm in here.


Despite this sudden rather worrying... fondness for cold weather, I still managed to enjoy my birthday.  It was helped along by some amazing people and their equally amazing generosity.  My evil twin, [livejournal.com profile] the_kaytinator, sent me a delightful parcel of goodies (the scarf is so warm); [livejournal.com profile] etherealdeva and [livejournal.com profile] charliemc gave me birthday vgifts; and [livejournal.com profile] linnet_101 was very understanding when I accidentally responded to her birthday sms with a single asterisk.  And so many other people did lovely things for me and I’m so grateful for it.  Thank you all. :D

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