deviantART: by:elusiveillusion http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:elusiveillusion&section=today deviantART RSS for by:elusiveillusion en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:42:34 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png na-NO! http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/28284152/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/28284152/ Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:05:41 PST
I'm going to hop along to youtube, listen to some debate videos (UPPING THE ATHEISTS, but I wish they wouldn't swear so much) and then dance along to some ragtime. I love the 1920s.

Had a monster of a headache yesterday... possibly the computer screen will bring it back but another deathly BORING day in bed will not do!

And I lost out on an interview last friday. How positively shy-making!

On the plus side, now I'm not nano-novelling, I have gone back to work on my Pantheon novel and possibly my poetry. Down beazy, down! ;)

]]> ~elusiveillusion Pastels, storms, throats & The gallows jig http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/28006540/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/28006540/ Wed, 28 Oct 2009 04:49:24 PDT Project: National Novel Writing Month
Novel Name: The Pastel House (working title)
Word Goal: 50,000
Time Period: 30 days
Present Emotions: :ignore: :typerhappy: :cries: :fingerscrossed: :onfire:

Hurling myself in the thick of it, just like last year. And I fully expect to collapse in a heap once I reach that final word... 'The End' not included.

I finished last year, so why the hell shouldn't I do it again??

Raising last year's tragic main character from the grave... or should I say simply writing a new story entwined with his... More about artists and ideals, plus a general rant about housewifery and the uselessness of certain lives. And manic summer storms over the sea. It all makes sense in my head, promise.

Just to add to the frustration, I have an odd cold/throat infection that wont leave and makes it very hard to sleep. This could come in very handy for writing, but it seems at the end of November that I'll be even more wiped out than I was last time...

It doesn't help when ideas for two other stories (both of which I've been working on for at least three years) keep popping up. BEHAVE!!

But telling the various dark muses in my head to obey orders is like telling a dragon not to breath fire. Or a pirate not to dance the gallows jig. I've been listening to Nox Arcana recently- much dark fantasy, perfectly fitting my Evil Fairytales project.

Be-e-e--e-e-babbling. Feeling like I want to scream. Being a writer is extremely useful- whenever you're dreaming up some scenario for your character, you can just use them inside your head to get out some evil form of emotion! Just let them scream forever. Or giggle hysterically. Always makes me smile. :D

]]> ~elusiveillusion Meme-ish. http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/27793140/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/27793140/ Fri, 16 Oct 2009 07:27:04 PDT

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

]]> ~elusiveillusion Consciousness- stream of. http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/27370071/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/27370071/ Wed, 23 Sep 2009 06:36:56 PDT [link] is here again and EXACTLY like last year, the book I've been planning for ages has decided not to be written this November. It will instead be replaced by yet another story whose first page I wrote randomly whilst trying to concentrate on something else.

It's a theme I've never used before. Housewifery. It's also stream of consciousness which basically means that any chapter planning is impossible. I simply know the beginning, end, the events in between and I simply have to keep writing until I hit the final page.

WAH. I let myself in for this every year, I swear...

In other news, I am feeling very very sick. Food is clearly not my friend today.

]]> ~elusiveillusion The kind of mood... http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/26732767/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/26732767/ Fri, 21 Aug 2009 11:39:27 PDT
If it weren't for the lil babies sleeping next door, I'd have this music up so frickin' loud.

Not written anything for a week- no chapter plots, nothing that barely resembles poetry, no prose. Nada. Can't read. Been watching DVDs and organising room. ALOT. Physical work makes me forget. I can daydream, live in my own private world when all I'm doing is moving my limbs and heavy boxes.

Failed an interview, though apparently I am a 'lovely person.' No complaints at that, but I was so sure I would get it.

Add to that crrrrrrrrap with raised tempers, supposed 'adults' throwing tantrums and whining like children, getting into nasty, bitchy fights... not great. Hence the rock music. Because noise is good. It blocks out all the thoughts you don't want. And maybe turns one deaf if listened to much. But if that blocks out the voices downstairs, no problem!

Sounding dangerously close to a stereotype, I know.

There, I have vented. Sleepy. I know I take a while to comment, but I find I don't have the energy and I can't take in the art or poems that I read. So please don't take it personally. I just can't find the right mood.

Byes.

]]> ~elusiveillusion Spare me the minutes! http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/26107339/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/26107339/ Wed, 22 Jul 2009 11:54:22 PDT
Still unemployed over another birthday. Not happy at that, but fortunately have not had another birthday all alone. Went to keep a chest-infected friend company. He gave me his old-but-much-nicer-than-mine cellphone. Despite what he says, I WILL be giving him some money for it when I have some. Hee! :D It's soooo purdey ^.^

Can't stop listening to Edith Piaf... it's pre-war and French. Blame my grampa!

Cheerful. And the advantage of having an evening alone is that no annoying peeps are around to spoil my cheery mood. Even stepbrother who entered living room for a few seconds was cheerful. *GLEE*

Ba-dam-ba-dam, ba-dam, ba-ba-ba-dam
Eh ben, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux qu' ca! Un petit effort...
Voilà, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
Ba-Bam-Ba...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
Bam-ba-bam... Bravo Milord!
Ba-bam-ba... Encore Milord!... La-la-la...

Hee hee. See yas later. :D

]]> ~elusiveillusion Old poetry... *headdesk* http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/25768900/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/25768900/ Mon, 06 Jul 2009 07:46:01 PDT can be enlightening- a reminder of what was going through one's head at the time.

But apparently, I have changed from the supposedly 'emo' young adult into my own worst literary critic. I die a little more inside (of embarrassment) when I read the crap I spewed back then. Mostly pre-deviantArt years, and certainly pre- elusiveillusion.

I don't devalidate what I felt back then, because it was genuine. I was going through the worst time in my life. BUT. The poetry. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I have sent all Playstation controllers to mama's house, to prevent me from playing games all evening when I should be focusing on chapter plans. So far? IT'S DOING A DAMN GOOD JOB. Happy if very exhausted bunny who'll need glasses for life because of the amount she's been on the jolly old computer'm'bob.

Had interview today. WANT this job. Lovely Armenian guy who actually gave me a lift back to the train station on his way to do the banking. What a sweetheart! And he said he liked my face. Because I was cheerful and smiled alot. Hee. :D

Exhausted myself yesterday at my now 2 year old cousin's birthday party. Lots of food + six 2-13 year olds chasing each other and me around the huuuuge garden = *Zzzzzzzzzzzzz* The fact that I stayed awake to arrive on time for said interview today says alot for my willpower, methinks!

Ye gods, how I've rambled. I have to go about plotting Evelina's demise. Or Kobe's. I have no clue how this will turn out!

Ta Ta.

]]> ~elusiveillusion Going Purple http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/21633501/ http://elusiveillusion.deviantart.com/journal/21633501/ Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:17:02 PST G: I merely come here seeking political asylum!
S: Then try the House of Commons, that's the finest political asylum in the world!

~The Goon Show *dies laughing*

Because that's the colour of the winner's bar on National Novel Writing Month.

51,504 words! VICTORY IS MINE!!

I can now attempt to resume my social life, absolute power driven job seeking... right?

I cried when I wrote the ending. Mainly because my favourite character had to die. Shivering and cold, coughing with pneumonia and bound up in obsessive madness. :( My poor poet. You'll be glad to know your friends learnt their lesson, even if it caused another one to fall off his balcony and fall a long, long way.

Victory is bittersweet. RIP you two. Twas not entirely in vain, I promise.


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