Images vs words

So Sae was talking the other day about the whole artist-vs-writer thing, and it got me thinking.

It's not (just) that I don't have the talent or the skills for drawing -- that's part of it, although I've got more skills than I used to think, and I think with some practise I could be a fairly average-to-slightly-above-average artist -- but mainly that I don't have the drive. I never get the urge, the need to draw something, not the way I get urges to write something down.

And then, of course, there's the very simple fact that all I can ever draw are portraits, because while I usually have a clear image in my mind of how my protagonists look, I don't ever get image bunnies. Even when I write, I hardly ever actually see what's happening in my head. I'm not a visual person; I think in narrative and dialogue, not images. Very, very rarely, I'll get an image, but it's rarely as appealing as the words describing it. With Polar, for example, the only visual I really got was Ter's hand, with bite marks on it, and there's nothing really appealing about that unless you know the circumstances.

I'm the same with reading, too. One of the only mental images that are burned into my monkeys brain is the last scene from Shalott's Passing Through. Anything else, it's just the words sticking to my brain.

And that's all fine and dandy, but sometimes I really just want to be an artist, not a writer. Sigh.

And now, for something completely different:

Kitten with toast! (I need to stop poking around in other people's folders.)

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So for the second time (that I can remember) in a row, I've dreamed about me having a kid to take care of. Not my kid, as in I didn't give birth to them, but I was effectively their mother nonetheless. This time, it was a kid I actually know, although she's fifteen now and not the toddler she was in my dream.

Can I just say, "Huh?"

Dear subconciousness

I'm not even twenty-two yet. Can we hold off the ticking of the biological clock just a bit? Like, at least until I'm as old as my mother was when I was born? Please?

Absolutely no love, and more than a little baffled,
Melle

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And if the war!drabble could kindly cease and desist with the ellipses, I'd much appreciate it. Five of the little buggers in less than five hundred words? Argh.

I am, however, at least writing again. And I think I know where it's going, now.

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*eyes drabblet* We have kissage. That's something at least. Need nicotine fix. When i come back, I shall finish this. Just two more paragraphs, max. I can do this. I can.

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So I'm thinking, while halfway through the actual sex scene of this drabble, that I could actually tack all the drabbles together as an actual story. It's a bit odd, because it's all from Marcus' POV except for Pretty Boy, but I have one or two other scenes that I'd like to do from lee's POV, like the one just after Requiem, and then ...

I'm not sure. On the one hand, once I finish this, and then the other Lee bits, it'll all fit together tight enough to warrant an actual story. Lord knows it'd be long enough to warrant storyness -- nearly 1,800 words as of now.

On the other hand ... I don't know. Thoughts? Input?

National Coming Out Day? Again? Already?

Is it me, or does time pass faster on LJ?

(Don't answer that.)

Anyway, not that there's much use in this, cause pretty much everyone knows this already, but:

Hello, my name is Sofie Werkers, and I'm a lesbian.

*takes a bow*

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Sixtuple drabble, longest bit yet. Follows Time, and has sex. Well, the boys have sex in it -- sort of. You know what I mean. The title keeps with my alphabetical order, too.

( war )

And that's that.

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Three. Fucking. HOURS with my family and I was ready to scream at my mother and grandmother. Is it any wonder my biggest fear is to turn out like them?

I did, however, manage to almost give mum a heart attack by asking if I could borrow knitting needles. I'm currently knitting a practice patch, which looks surprisingly good. Once I get into it, I'll start knitting my Ravenclaw scarf. Le whee!

Screaming vs near heart attack -- I guess it kind of all balances out.