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


Apr. 5th, 2007 01:58 pm
katiefoolery: (Olivier is peerless)
That Timothy of mine brought up the fact that it’s been well over a week since I last posted here and I discovered I have no real explanation for this.  No explanation, but plenty of excuses.

Perhaps I could blame Bleach for being so addictive that I spent several days simply re-reading it and falling even more in love with it than before.  I’m now equipped with several quite cracktastic theories, too.  And characters I didn’t care for before have suddenly endeared themselves to me without my evening noticing it.  I just have one question: if you haven’t read it yet, what’s stopping you?  Look, I’ll make it easy for you all: go to Bleach Exile and download the first volume.  If you’re not one hundred percent addicted after reading that, there’s no hope for you.  Mind you, there’s no hope for you if you do become addicted... so there’s nothing to lose really, is there?

What else can I blame?  Perhaps the iTunes store - that’s a good one.  I seem to go on little adventures there, leaping from song to song until I find something I like.  And thank goodness you can buy single songs there or I’d be completely destitute my now.  Cursèd addictive thing that it is.

Or I could blame the onset of colder weather, ’cause that’s been making me rather cranky of late.  I don’t remember any sort of transition: one minute, it was warm and Summery, the next, it was cold and miserable.  Although I suppose that’s rather relative when it comes to me.  As far as I’m concerned, “cold” applies to anything below about twenty degrees celsius.  On the up side, the new position of my desk has me sitting right next to one of the central heating vents.  That should keep me nice and warm once the cold weather really sets in.

And tomorrow, I am off to Beechworth for almost four whole days.  Four whole days without the internet...  Don’t do anything too exciting whilst I'm gone. :D
katiefoolery: (The open road awaits)
Every couple of days for the past week, my dad’s been ringing me and letting me know how cold it is up there in Beechworth.

“Minus four this morning!” he’ll say.  “But it got up to eight degrees later.”


“We had no water this morning because the pipes had frozen.”

To both of which (and all variations thereof), I say:


Because I hate the cold.  I’ve often thought that this has much to do with the fact that I was born on the coldest day in the history of ever.  I never want to be that cold again.

Or something like that.

And yet, we’re still going up to Beechworth for the next two and a bit days, because it’s the school holidays and it’s the thing to do.  Even though I’m going to freeze.  And people will mock me.  This includes both of my parents and my Timothy, all of whom have absolutley no problems with being SO COLD YOU CAN’T MOVE BECAUSE YOUR JOINTS HAVE FROZEN.

And they think I’m the weird one, just because I like being warm.

I will see you all on Saturday, when I have vague hopes of having caught up on my writing quota.  Indeed, I have even vaguer (and more deluded) hopes of pulling ahead!  I think it’s the cold... it’s done something to my brain.


Jan. 21st, 2006 10:28 pm
katiefoolery: (Why?)
It's so hot!  Why must it be so hot?  Why must it be so hot at quarter past ten at night, when all good sunrays should have gone to bed?

If Weatherzone is to be believed, it's still 30° celsius (86°F) at the moment and we can look forward to a 42° (107.6°F) day tomorrow.

Oh joy.

It'd be fine if our "repaired" air-conditioner worked.  There'd be no complaints whatsoever from here.  We'd just whack the air-con on and refuse to step outside unless someone felt like paying us several thousand dollars to do so.  Alas, the air-con doesn't actually work, despite being "repaired".  So I guess we just have to look forward to sweating off another couple of kilos tomorrow.  Or maybe we should go and spend the day with friends who have air-conditioning.

Come to think of it, my Timothy's parents have air-con and a huge TV.  Maybe they'd feel like a visit?

Despite the all-encompassing heat, I've been thinking about my first-person narrative theory and I've come to the inescapable conclusion that my most successful (ie. award-winning or commended) stories of the past few years have almost all been told from a first-person perspective.  I also think they were my most enjoyable stories, too.  Alas, I still haven't worked out how to turn Black Fiddle from third to first person.  It needs something extra; a new dimension or aspect... anything!  It just needs something that will inspire me to get back to it and to turn it into a working novel.  I get the feeling that the only way I'm going to find this indefinable something is by actually getting around to that second draft.

I could almost be inspired to start it if it weren't so damn hot.

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