I'm in love with this city. Even though I am currently encapsulated in the Fresher's Flu virus, and systematically coughing out my internal organs--starting first with my lungs--I love it here.
The past few weeks have been hectic and crazy fun. You make friends fast in University. So fast that it feels as if you're in front of a conveyor belt of friends and you have to remember each of their names in the brief moment that they move past. If there are any Brits among you that remember Jim Davidson's Generation Game on Saturday Night TV then you'd know what I'm talking about... CUDDLY TOY!
Oh look. The tumbleweed of understood references just blew past.
However, between all the bar crawls, the indie band nights, the PJ parties, the nine o'clock lectures, the seemingly endless walks to and from the Student Union, and, who can forget, the real-life drama of University in general, I have not had a chance to sit down and actually write anything. I apologise. I have very little time to write. In fact I am currently procrastinating from writing my essay on Tinnitus by writing this entry.
I am just giving you an update on my current situation.
I feel you guys need to know that I'm still breathing... in between the coughing and spluttering.
I'm leaving on a jet plane. Well, not really.
It's been a busy last couple of weeks. America. Returning from America. Unpacking. Writing. Looking for accommodation. Being on hold for hours so that phone had to be surgically removed from side of face where it had been plastered by anxiety sweat. Gaining accommodation. Realising it is only temporary accommodation. Having to take it anyway for fear of homelessness. Shopping. Packing. Filling out forms. Packing. Writing in incomplete sentences to symbolise busy lifestyle. Turning the entire house upside down in search for passport photos. Packing.
I hope that gives off an idea of my current state of living. And of course all of this means that I am once again delaying the next chapter of Zodiac (and the next chapter of Beyond Back Harlow Road). Due to the fact that I'm going to be living in temporary accommodation, I don't know whether my room has internet access. I suppose you all understand my current predicament.
Thank you. You have been a great audience. Oh, and remember this: I am not dead. If it looks like I am then just poke me with a long stick. I would probably just be unconscious from exhaustion. Probably.
Rightio. I know a lot of you are waiting for the next chapter of Zodiac. Frankly, I haven't started it yet. If you've read the beginning blurb of my last journal entry then you'd know that my laptop currently has no charger. I could start writing the chapter on another computer, like I am doing with this entry now, but I'm not going to. No real reason apart form the fact that I don't feel like writing my stories on anything other than my own laptop. It's just a quirk I have. Like my fear of kiwi fruits. Anyhoodoodles, I believe that the laptop charger will arrive some time tomorrow, or perhaps Saturday at the latest. Sounds like good news for the Zodiac fan? Keep reading.
I'm going on holiday. Yup, that's right. The holiday was a last-minute decision but a decision none-the-less. On Tuesday of next week I'm going to be setting off for America, and I will be there for about two weeks. First time I've ever travelled alone and I'm quite looking forward to it. I bought a Rubik's Cube just for the occasion.
If my new charger arrives tomorrow, then I'll start writing the next chapter of Zodiac. If it doesn't, then, obviously, I won't. Therefore, it is very unlikely that I'll be able to post a new chapter of Zodiac before I go to America. I might, but just don't hold your breath. Unless you can hold your breath for over two weeks, and if you can then that is pretty darn nifty.
In other Zodiac-related news (yes there's more), I noticed a canonical mistake in the story whilst skimming through Deathly Hallows again. It turns out Lily is two years younger than Albus and not one year younger, like I had written her. I'm not going to be changing Zodiac though, just because of that new discovery. I'm a canon slaughterer is what I am. "Rargh!" For that is what canon slaughterers say.
If it makes any of you feel better, in my state of Laptop Withdrawal Syndrome (I call it L.W.S.), I have been thinking up a nice Harry/Draco story that completely disregards the Epilogue. I might start it when I get back from America so keep your eyes peeled for it. I have also been re-watching every episode of Avatar: Legend of Aang over and over again. You have no idea how badly I want to lick Aang's scalp...
I have a terrible and atrocious confession to make. It may shock--hell, it may even emotionally scar--some of you to the very core, but I feel it must be said: I have no idea what I am writing.
I believe an explanation may be in order, and so... I shall explain.
I have no idea what I'm writing. Ever. When I sit down to write something--and by 'something' I mean a chapter of a fic, for are not my fics the reason you are here?--I have no idea what fandomical splurge is going to spew out of my fingertips. It is entirely possible that I get possessed by some sort of slash-gorging demon of literature each time I open up a Word document. In that case, it is the said slash-gorging demon, and not I, who knows what is being written.
In defence of myself, I do try and organise some sort of plot to follow. In 'Zodiac', for example, my plot outline goes something like the list below:
2. More Friendship.
3. Super Fun Disco Bubble Dance Bungee Time.
4. HOT AS/S SEXETH!
I'm still unsure of how exactly I'll fit Stage 3 into the story, but I'm a resourceful girl, and no doubt I'll find a way (I'm thinking of switching around the 'Bubble' and the 'Bungee' and see how that'll pan out).
What I'm trying to say with all this malarky, is that my chapters come in bursts of flaming inspiration. Sometimes just a simple comment for a chapter can change what I was planning--and I use the word loosely--to write in the next chapter. I may add character backgrounds in on a whim. I may even add entire characters in on a whim. I may tear a huge and gaping hole in the space-time continuum, thus destroying the entire universe as we know it... on a whim. Who knows? I sure as hell don't.
Hence, I am confessing to you, my dear readers, that I am as much anxious as you are to see what will happen to wee little Albus Severus and adorable little Scorpius throughout the course of 'Zodiac'.
I am also apologising to you in advance for the times when my brain decides to gnaw itself (yes, it has teeth) out of the prison cell of a skull it is currently held captive in.