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pith ([personal profile] pith) wrote in [community profile] lkh_lashouts2008-01-27 12:09 pm

Blogflog: The Little Miss Snowflake pageant continues!

Blog link: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/01/if-only-it-had-worked.html
LKH in bold; I'm plain.



I'm glossing over all the therapy talk, because . . . well, it's not really that interesting. LKH just draws it out like someone who wants to tell a cool story at a party but doesn't really have much of a story, so they pad it with detail—that way, by the time they're done, you're so happy they're done that you may actually think what they said was important/funny/interesting.

I was somewhat surprised, though, to see LKH distinguish "artists" from "writers". A lot of writers, of both the sane and wanky variety, insist that writing is an art, and at a lot of universities and colleges, writing is in the "fine arts" category, along with drama, painting, etc.

But then again, she's all about The Science, so she probably doesn't want to give up her membership to the Soft Sciences by claiming she's an artist. She has principles, you know. The Science helps make her stories real.

My subconscious and I are apparently too tight to sepearate. That means that the veil that most people have between their waking mind and their subconscious isn't really there for me. I didn't realize that other people did it differently.

I think she's starting to write lyrics for the song portion of her Little Miss Snowflake routine. (Or would that be Little Ms. Snowflake, since she's Grand Liberated Woman? Er, Womyn. Whatever.)

Knowing I was a writer, why didn't the therepaist warn me? Because it hadn't happened with every writer she'd worked with, only a few. Apparently, even among other writers I'm the odd duck. Why doesn't that surprise?

Oh, yes, Laurell, of course. It's the therapist's fault. (Unless the therapist didn't consider you a real writer and simply wanted to fuck with your head, in which case... bring on the Harley Quinn!) Never mind the fact that most people, when undergoing a treatment of some kind, will actually look into it and learn the pros and cons, the side effects, etc. It's fodder for her Miss Little Snowflake resume. File under "Unique Powers".

Honestly, there are how many billion people on this planet? Of course there's not going to be a one-cure-fits-all for anything. Then again, what do I know? I'm just a measly human. Which is probably better than being a unique snowflake, as snowflakes have a tendency to be eaten, trampled, driven over, or pissed on by passing dogs. (And the occasional human.)

[identity profile] manekikoneko.livejournal.com 2008-01-27 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Continuing off topic, I once dreamed I was flying in a helicopter over South America with the pope, to go to a UN conference; when I woke up my radio was on and playing NPR. XD
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[identity profile] estllechauvelin.livejournal.com 2008-01-28 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
I can't set my alarm clock to go off with the radio, because instead of waking me up, my dreams suddenly acquire a soundtrack.

[identity profile] silent-sybil.livejournal.com 2008-01-28 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I've had several where in the dream, an alarm starts going off somewhere in the building, and I run around for a while trying to turn it off and unplugging random dream-alarm clocks, to no avail, before I wake up. :P

[identity profile] recrudescence.livejournal.com 2008-01-28 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
*laughs* I...don't know if I can imagine a more terrifying dream.

[identity profile] were-lemur.livejournal.com 2008-01-27 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I once had a dream about being chased by a lawnmower. I woke up and found that one of the cats (not the one in the icon, but a different one with an unusually loud purr) had flopped down on me with his purr motor right over my ear. :p

[identity profile] dreamstrifer.livejournal.com 2008-01-28 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
My favorite was when a teacher of mine in high school was arrested for sexual contact with a student and Arnold Schwarzenegger was running for office. I had dreams that I was running from Ahhh-nold and did a back flip over him, and sent a roundhouse kick to the face to the teacher, and when I landed I was in the jungle. I woke up and was like "What the hell's ass kind of dream was that?!"