New One: In Orange Attitude
chapt 9
~No one can have to masters for they will be prejudice, in favor of one, and hating the other, so in the end they must have none, or resign to choose one wholy.~
-r.l.w.
She looked sadly at the mountain of reports she was supposed to read, there wasn't that many of them really, but still the stmosphere wasn't one for getting any work done, of any kind. It was too cozy, and yet too cold at the same time with the wind briskly blowing through the room. Maybe she'd never get it done, and yet it was all do in two days. Things were just very distracting. Her notebook was calling to her, and she was dying to write in it, yet knew she had work that needed to be done.
She sighed and rested her head in her hands for a moment before standing and resigning to check her email. She was procrastinating, and she knew it, but for the first time she didn't care that much at all, she just could not bring herself to move, and think in a manner constituting one of work. There were also her stories, jumbled and half completed, either stored on her computer, or the first eigth of her new notebook, or at length in her mind. She hadn't really done as much in this blue one, as she had in the other. Maybe it was more of a lack of respect for it on her part. Being her second one and all it couldn't quite compare to the first, the orginal journey set out before her.
She entered her email, and scrolled around. It was junk mail here, and junk mail there. Two emails caught her eye however, they were late reviews for two of her stories, which ones she didn't know just yet. Both stories hadn't been worked on for a while, she just couldn't find the right inspiration for them, or the right place to write them in. As previously noted she was an impulse writer, whose surroundings dictated everything. Working on stories among people she didn't know, and writing themwhe she was the only person around were her favorite places/times to do so.
Being plopped down in odd places, in odd situations involving people she didn't know tended to let her create her best works. Maybe that was why she hadn't succeeded in writing anything lately. A lack of newness was aboundant right now. Everything recently written by her had been scrapped since she felt that under better circumstances she could've done a much better job.
That's why these two emails were such a surprise, nothing new had been posted any time recent. Curious as to what they said she opened the emails and began to read. The first contained a review on her first attempt at humor. Apparently the person rather liked it, especially her mixing of seriousness with the humor. Her technique was what the person appeared to like most. Yawning she opened the second one, her beaming smile brightening as she read on. The person liked her adventure, but didn't care for the way she modeled the characters. How could you like the story, and not the characters, any of them, was it even possible? So except for the rather honest, yet annoying review she was rather happy, not that she truly minded the criticism, it was good to get some every once in a while, but that last one bordered on flaming
By now she was zoning out, her mind drifting off, and her body nodding into a sleep with which she was only awakened from when her head bobbed. Turning off the computer she moved and sat herself in front of her notebook. Quite frankly she liked the Orange one better, it seemed to suit her better, and was easier to write in.
With the blue attitude it was ever so much harder to write in, and so far that evening she hadn't bothered to write at all. Tonight she was simply to tired, and the atmosphere wasn't right for writing anyway. Most assuredly she'd fall asleep without a second thought, and that's what she did, and she slept soundlessly minus the nagging in the back of her brain telling her that she should have written or atleast done some of her work.
A/N: I actually stuggled to write the end of this, I was falling asleep out on the rocks where I was, but atleast I didn't fall over the ege and into the water.
chapt 9
~No one can have to masters for they will be prejudice, in favor of one, and hating the other, so in the end they must have none, or resign to choose one wholy.~
-r.l.w.
She looked sadly at the mountain of reports she was supposed to read, there wasn't that many of them really, but still the stmosphere wasn't one for getting any work done, of any kind. It was too cozy, and yet too cold at the same time with the wind briskly blowing through the room. Maybe she'd never get it done, and yet it was all do in two days. Things were just very distracting. Her notebook was calling to her, and she was dying to write in it, yet knew she had work that needed to be done.
She sighed and rested her head in her hands for a moment before standing and resigning to check her email. She was procrastinating, and she knew it, but for the first time she didn't care that much at all, she just could not bring herself to move, and think in a manner constituting one of work. There were also her stories, jumbled and half completed, either stored on her computer, or the first eigth of her new notebook, or at length in her mind. She hadn't really done as much in this blue one, as she had in the other. Maybe it was more of a lack of respect for it on her part. Being her second one and all it couldn't quite compare to the first, the orginal journey set out before her.
She entered her email, and scrolled around. It was junk mail here, and junk mail there. Two emails caught her eye however, they were late reviews for two of her stories, which ones she didn't know just yet. Both stories hadn't been worked on for a while, she just couldn't find the right inspiration for them, or the right place to write them in. As previously noted she was an impulse writer, whose surroundings dictated everything. Working on stories among people she didn't know, and writing themwhe she was the only person around were her favorite places/times to do so.
Being plopped down in odd places, in odd situations involving people she didn't know tended to let her create her best works. Maybe that was why she hadn't succeeded in writing anything lately. A lack of newness was aboundant right now. Everything recently written by her had been scrapped since she felt that under better circumstances she could've done a much better job.
That's why these two emails were such a surprise, nothing new had been posted any time recent. Curious as to what they said she opened the emails and began to read. The first contained a review on her first attempt at humor. Apparently the person rather liked it, especially her mixing of seriousness with the humor. Her technique was what the person appeared to like most. Yawning she opened the second one, her beaming smile brightening as she read on. The person liked her adventure, but didn't care for the way she modeled the characters. How could you like the story, and not the characters, any of them, was it even possible? So except for the rather honest, yet annoying review she was rather happy, not that she truly minded the criticism, it was good to get some every once in a while, but that last one bordered on flaming
By now she was zoning out, her mind drifting off, and her body nodding into a sleep with which she was only awakened from when her head bobbed. Turning off the computer she moved and sat herself in front of her notebook. Quite frankly she liked the Orange one better, it seemed to suit her better, and was easier to write in.
With the blue attitude it was ever so much harder to write in, and so far that evening she hadn't bothered to write at all. Tonight she was simply to tired, and the atmosphere wasn't right for writing anyway. Most assuredly she'd fall asleep without a second thought, and that's what she did, and she slept soundlessly minus the nagging in the back of her brain telling her that she should have written or atleast done some of her work.
A/N: I actually stuggled to write the end of this, I was falling asleep out on the rocks where I was, but atleast I didn't fall over the ege and into the water.
