Miscellanea
Apr. 1st, 2014 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frogs_of_warI sent in my story yesterday. I read the whole thing aloud first and found cliches, misspellings, clunky sentences, etc. that I'd read dozens of times before without noticing. One of the characters acquired a nickname in chapter 17. Luckily I spotted it. And my throat still hurts from the reading. Next time I'm getting throat drops first. All I had yesterday was black licorice, which worked, but isn't that suck-on-able.
Today I did nothing except follow writing & grammar links, and I found a product that will do in a few moments what I took hours to do by hand (find all the cliches, repeated phrases, proper nouns, sentence openers, etc). I'm not sure if it's worth $60, but it sure sounds convenient. I also found a page about passive clauses which taught me a few things. I really liked that they had a section on when to use passive sentences (when naming names and reveling information). I'd like to hang around a bit, but I think it's above my grade level. I can't read it and do anything else at the same time.
On a different note, I found some silky sheets 75% off and in my exact favorite color of ruby/dark pink, so I bought them and just put them on the bed. Only the bottom sheet, because silky sheets don't tend to soak up sweat and I hate to be clammy. Most of our other sheets are flannel, which is great for cold nights, people who sweat while they sleep, and anyone who likes softness, but not so good if your pj are loose. Some mornings I wake up with my pants twisted around my waist or the legs bunched up at my thighs. So we tried the sheets out. Well...
...everything slides really well. The top sheet and blanket glide over the bed. My clothes haven't bunched up. The sheets are big enough that they mostly stay on (I think I'm going to add elastic across the corners). But as I said, I'm used to flannel. On flannel your foot stays where you put it, even if you're wearing socks. Not so with silky sheets. For good lovemaking, some friction is required. Sliding around will take some getting used to. Maybe we just need more practice.
I had a really weird dream the other morning. One of the weird parts was that I remembered it at all. Another was because I was and wasn't the main character. I was this girl, with a gap in her memory, going to see the man her family has said she was married to for eighteen months. She remembers him as her sister's boyfriend. I remembered him as my daughter's high school boyfriend, whose name I could not remember (until I woke up). Like when you're watching a movie and you're trying to remember where else you've seen the actor. I think it was me that couldn't remember his name and not the girl in the dream. Weird.
But I was left with many questions: Who is this girl? Why are her memories missing? She was married to him for 18 months. Did that mean she was no longer married to him? Why didn't she recognize her (former) in-laws? Didn't they come to visit her in the hospital? Why not? They greeted her warmly, like they really loved her. And her poor husband. He stood back while her in-laws hugged her like he wasn't sure how she'd react to him and like he was trying to recognize the person he knew. But all her memories of him were him being really sweet to her sister. Main thinks she remembers him and her sister breaking up, and that it was her sister that broke things off, but that isn't what her sister has told her. Why did she marry him? (My sister dated the brother of the man she eventually married, so that where his part might have come from). Her sister went though a hard time her senior year of high school. She doesn't remember her own senior year. Did she have her own break down? When did she start dating her husband?
Once I woke up, I had more questions: When was her accident? Was it even an accident? Did her family have anything to do with it? If she is divorced, why won't they tell her who her divorce lawyer was? Why doesn't she have any friends? If she went to college, why doesn't she know anyone? Why won't her family show her her college diploma? Where are all the pictures of her from age seventeen to twenty-two? Her family doesn't even have her wedding photos. Shouldn't they have been there? Why does her sister change the subject every time she asked about anything from that time? Why are all her clothes new? They feel wrong, but I/she doesn't know why. Her family also never lets her out of their sight (her sister or mother takes her everywhere and wait in the waiting room at all the appointment they let her attend alone. Why?
It's been haunting me. I still want to find the answers
Today I did nothing except follow writing & grammar links, and I found a product that will do in a few moments what I took hours to do by hand (find all the cliches, repeated phrases, proper nouns, sentence openers, etc). I'm not sure if it's worth $60, but it sure sounds convenient. I also found a page about passive clauses which taught me a few things. I really liked that they had a section on when to use passive sentences (when naming names and reveling information). I'd like to hang around a bit, but I think it's above my grade level. I can't read it and do anything else at the same time.
On a different note, I found some silky sheets 75% off and in my exact favorite color of ruby/dark pink, so I bought them and just put them on the bed. Only the bottom sheet, because silky sheets don't tend to soak up sweat and I hate to be clammy. Most of our other sheets are flannel, which is great for cold nights, people who sweat while they sleep, and anyone who likes softness, but not so good if your pj are loose. Some mornings I wake up with my pants twisted around my waist or the legs bunched up at my thighs. So we tried the sheets out. Well...
...everything slides really well. The top sheet and blanket glide over the bed. My clothes haven't bunched up. The sheets are big enough that they mostly stay on (I think I'm going to add elastic across the corners). But as I said, I'm used to flannel. On flannel your foot stays where you put it, even if you're wearing socks. Not so with silky sheets. For good lovemaking, some friction is required. Sliding around will take some getting used to. Maybe we just need more practice.
I had a really weird dream the other morning. One of the weird parts was that I remembered it at all. Another was because I was and wasn't the main character. I was this girl, with a gap in her memory, going to see the man her family has said she was married to for eighteen months. She remembers him as her sister's boyfriend. I remembered him as my daughter's high school boyfriend, whose name I could not remember (until I woke up). Like when you're watching a movie and you're trying to remember where else you've seen the actor. I think it was me that couldn't remember his name and not the girl in the dream. Weird.
But I was left with many questions: Who is this girl? Why are her memories missing? She was married to him for 18 months. Did that mean she was no longer married to him? Why didn't she recognize her (former) in-laws? Didn't they come to visit her in the hospital? Why not? They greeted her warmly, like they really loved her. And her poor husband. He stood back while her in-laws hugged her like he wasn't sure how she'd react to him and like he was trying to recognize the person he knew. But all her memories of him were him being really sweet to her sister. Main thinks she remembers him and her sister breaking up, and that it was her sister that broke things off, but that isn't what her sister has told her. Why did she marry him? (My sister dated the brother of the man she eventually married, so that where his part might have come from). Her sister went though a hard time her senior year of high school. She doesn't remember her own senior year. Did she have her own break down? When did she start dating her husband?
Once I woke up, I had more questions: When was her accident? Was it even an accident? Did her family have anything to do with it? If she is divorced, why won't they tell her who her divorce lawyer was? Why doesn't she have any friends? If she went to college, why doesn't she know anyone? Why won't her family show her her college diploma? Where are all the pictures of her from age seventeen to twenty-two? Her family doesn't even have her wedding photos. Shouldn't they have been there? Why does her sister change the subject every time she asked about anything from that time? Why are all her clothes new? They feel wrong, but I/she doesn't know why. Her family also never lets her out of their sight (her sister or mother takes her everywhere and wait in the waiting room at all the appointment they let her attend alone. Why?
It's been haunting me. I still want to find the answers
