January 09, 2005 - 01:12
seems like they quit talking everytime i put the headphones on to block their talking out and start talking again once i've gotten sick of that.
i'm writing a story because i'm reading good children's books and writing what appeals to me instead of what i think children would like in a condescending way, which is what annoys me about modern children's books and which i can't get over (i'm horrible with children) unless i think like one. it's really just that the purpose of children's books have changed and now they have to be easier to read because kids use them to learn how to read or they're meant for different age groups. it was better when adults didn't care so much about children or catering to their tastes!
i keep saying i'm doing things. i haven't worked on that in days and the same for the others, but i remember where i was in everything and can go back to it later..if i do it soon enough.
i slept in the sunroom last night, mostly on the tiny couch. the dog slept next to me even though there's hardly any room, then she switched to the bed while i was asleep and then she went inside and i moved to the bed after kicking out the cat, who was scratching at the walls like something she wanted to grab was on the top shelf.
i had a long dream about the movie walkabout after reading about it in the book on oceania, the happy isles of oceania by paul theroux (yes, that is a silly name), and on imdb. in the dream, it was really creepy. i kept climbing through this tall, lopsided house where the movie was playing in one room and the whole house was filled with light from the television. everytime someone came in they would watch for a while, then they'd start to lose interest and i'd sneak up into the next room. whenever someone was looking at or following me i'd sense it and start crying and they'd never catch up because i was walking faster or i'd climb into another room.
i hate the dark and feeling like i'm going to run into or trip over something, the sound of running water (i think it sounds like a million people talking at once), sleeping in the dark/quiet, crossing roads (i'm afraid i'm going to walk into someone's yard/in front of someone['s car/bike] and they're going to scream at me), injections of any kind, animals sleeping with me (except the dog who is too easily annoyed to do it, usually), stray dogs, leaving the yard alone.
see, kids have stupid, irrational fears so i think it's going to work out. the writing, not anything else.