"Cat in the wall, eh? Okay, now you're talking my language. I know this game."

Eudora Welty's "No Place For You, My Love." That's the short story I'm still trying to finish this paper on. I'm kind of hoping that maybe if I ramble here, I'll get some more ideas. Basically two Yankees, one from Syracuse and one from Toldedo, meet in NO and decide to drive south towards the southern edge of Louisiana. Not much on characterization or plot, mostly description (BOINGO! GOT SOMETHING!), but Welty's kind of a genius for her descriptions.

You would think that reading all of this awesome lit for my courses helps my writing, but really, and I've mentioned this before, but the wonderfully awesome Dana, who runs the tumblog Reasoning With Vampires, has helped me so much with her awesome critiques and commentary of the Twilight series (not a "saga." "Saga" implies something happens). Reading RwV keeps me more aware when I'm editing and writing.

And speaking of writing, I have just finished watching the first two series of Misfits.

So, yeah, it inspired me to outline a book idea I've had for a while, which I'm not too happy about, considering HANNAH is the one book I want to focus on (and for some reason, I can't multi-book when it comes to writing. Short stories? Yeah, no problem). I mean, awesome show, but ugh, no more book ideas!

Agh, and it looks as if this will be another sleepless night.

"And the gang likes to screw it up and make it about themselves and take it away from Charlie and ruin his hopes and dreams!"

So I should probably get this insomnia thing checked out, huh?

I want to edit when I finish this reading response so I can query, but I need to force myself to sleep first :/

Also, in sadder news, my grandmother passed away on Saturday, so if the fates are smiling upon me, I'll be driving up to Kansas tomorrow for the funeral before the storm moves in, the storm closes campus, and I won't have to rush back to Stillwater to get to class.

"Taxes, they'll be lower. Sun. The Democratic vote for me is right thing to do Philadelphia. So do."

I finished my short story(!) for workshop, and now I want to just ball up from exhaustion and pain (slipped on ice, busted my knee, and not to mention, this weather is killer on my arthritis). But still, the short story thing calls for a Jersey Shore fist pump.

Take it away, Vinny.

*sigh*
Takes me back to last year when one of my best friends was living with me and we'd watch JS for the fun, guilty-pleasure lulz, but alas, she is now a grown up with a grown up job in another state.

In writing news, I'm back to editing HANNAH now that the short story is done.