ibonekoen: (Star)
First of all, let me apologize to anyone who requested a holiday card and drabble from me. As you've no doubt noticed, they haven't arrived yet. Yeeeeeah, sorry. I'm a procrastinator through and through, and I didn't get the drabbles written in time to send out with cards.

I am still going to write the drabbles though! I currently have two written. I would say that I'd hand-write them for you and make them all nice and pretty, but I have terrible chicken scrawl for handwriting, so I'm just going to design something on the computer. I haven't decided yet. You will get them though.

Christmas was...an emotional rollercoaster. Let's leave it at that.
ibonekoen: (Alton Brown crushes you)
Well, I was excited about penning the last words of the rough draft for Bright City Bites until I logged on LJ, read my friends list and learned that the summary had lost a writing contest.

Whaaaaaaaaaatever. Trying not to go down the usual path of beating myself up. Everything's still in the rough draft phase. I can't expect genius level writing on the first try, right? Right?

ibonekoen: (Ugh...)
Procrastination, I hate it, and yet I always end up putting off the things I need to do until the last minute so I'm stressed out whilst doing it. Oh joy.
ibonekoen: (Ugh...)
My writing sucks. :| Too many repetitive actions. Everybody nods and smiles. It's all telling the action and plot and not enough showing. Detached and clinical are words that are coming to mind to describe my writing style...or lack thereof, more accurately.

I know, I know, that's what revisions are for, but if I can't even come up with something more than "he nodded and snorted" the first time around, what makes me think I can do better the second?
ibonekoen: (hmm)
It's been way too long since I've posted an entry in this thing. I've never been very good at keeping a diary; my daily life is so boring, I don't think anybody would want to hear about it. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I eat dinner, I putz around online, playing Facebook and tagging in my rp threads, and then I go to bed to start it all over again. Sometimes I write. I'm still plunking away at my novels, and I've been filling the time with writing fanfic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm thinking about trying to get published and still writing fanfic. I'm sure that isn't a good idea, but...I can't seem to drop the fanfic, so...I'll just cross that bridge when I get to it.

Still hopelessly in love with the Jonas Brothers. Sad that Heroes was canceled. :( I went to see Tron: Legacy a few weeks ago, omg, so good. It was a treat to watch, and I finally got around to rewatching the origianl Tron. It wasn't as boring as I remember as a child.

Shit's getting deep, guys. Put your wading boots on )
ibonekoen: (Spock crouched)
*waves little flag of aliveness since it's been almost four months since I've logged onto this thing...*

Nothing new to report. Stuff with my grandma but I don't feel comfortable getting into it here.

Hope everybody on my friends page is doing good. Will catch up with entries later.

My mom told me the other day that I have this inability to see my own potential, that I just sit around and feel sorry for myself. She is one hundred percent correct, but I don't know how to correct this...
ibonekoen: (Christmas ornaments and candles)
So it's a little late to be saying Merry Christmas, but I will say that I hope everybody had a great Christmas.

I know it's been a while since I've updated my LJ, but that's only because there's really nothing to say. I'm still here, just plodding along. Never changing.

Christmas was actually pretty good at my house. Mom was sick, and I thought we weren't going to have Christmas, but it all worked out in the end. My picky uncle even liked what I got him, ha.
ibonekoen: (Shia sad)
You know, when I was in high school, I had a friend -- who shall remain nameless -- who likened our circle of friends to the solar system. She said to me, "You know, like, so-and-so is the Earth, and I'm Mars and so on and forth," and then she looked at me and went "And then there's you, and you're, like, waaaaaay out there. Beyond the edges of the galaxy. You're, like, an undiscovered planet or a comet or something." At the time, I prided myself on that description because I thought it meant that I was unique and different and not like everybody...special, if you will.

Now, looking back, I'm not so sure that's the case. I don't think she was trying to pay me a compliment.

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