in_omnia: (painter)
2015-01-04 03:23 pm

now the wind is still

This anniversary message is a little belated, but I didn't want to let the tenth anniversary of this journal pass without acknowledging it. Especially since, though I've been far less active recently than in previous years, I have no plans to abandon this sliver of virtual space.

2014 has proven to be a peculiar sort of year---distracted, fretful, pregnant with potential only partially expressed---and that's been reflected in my journaling, or lack thereof. I'm hopeful 2015 will find roots and nourishment and bring many of last year's may bes into fruition...and, in the process, spill a little of that growth and creativity onto these pages. In that spirit, welcome, everyone, to 2015, and happy first decade, my lj.
in_omnia: (omnia)
2014-06-23 04:34 pm

on strugglebustin' (as my sister says)

I'm experiencing one of those times in my life when not-so-great stuff keeps piling up on me. Normally, when I have a not-so-great thing or two on my mind, I can think my way 'round it and focus on the good things, but these just keep shuffling around each other, leaving no room for any good things. So I'm just going to list them and see if laying them out here gives me a better handle on what I'm dealing with. ::deep breath::

Cut to spare anyone struggling with their own not-so-great stuff. )

Sorted. More or less. Not that I won't still struggle to keep these things in perspective, but at least now I feel I have a sense of how to shove them back in their rightful places. And I'm free to enjoy the rest of day.
in_omnia: (painter2)
2014-06-07 10:45 am

with those who join us

AC is out. Again. Sigh. So much though I'd love to linger and enjoy this last day of the Week of the Killer Quizzes, I need to turn my computer off before it overheats. Sev and I have managed to clean up a good bit of my parchment mess, though, and if you'd like to join us in a celebratory Mai Tai, we're happy to attempt a long-distance toast. ::clink of glasses:: Cheers and enjoy! )
in_omnia: (lady)
2014-06-06 03:51 pm

upon the shelf

Today was my last day in my library. It's slated for renovation, so even if I return when it reopens in 12-18 months, the library I've known will be gone. I'm feeling a little at loose ends---not quite sad, but also very aware that the place I've left is one which I will truly never see again. It's strange to know that at the outset.

...And, as Sev keeps reminding me, there's no guarantee they won't need me to assist in the packing up in a couple weeks, so I might very well see it again. In other words: enough moping, time for quizzes. )
in_omnia: (ravenclaw)
2014-06-05 08:01 pm

ah, so chill....

I believe my AC may finally be fixed, but I was out of the apartment seeing the new X-Men movie while they did the fixing, and since I returned to find all my windows still open and the AC going full blast, I'm getting some mixed signals from the maintenance folks. Ah, apartment life. At least I don't have to unclog my own drains or caulk my own bathroom or replace my own appliances. Theoretically.

But enough of that. I'm celebrating the return of my AC by giving Sev the day off. Which means he has to relax. Which means no work of any kind. Which means he's spent most of the day alternating between glowering into a fruity drink (complete with umbrella) and eyeing his potions experiments wistfully. Personally, I don't know why he doesn't just kick back with some scholarly potions journals...or that Mozart opera that he pretends he doesn't sing along to...or, hey, some quizzes. )
in_omnia: (fangirling)
2014-06-04 05:32 pm

i'm just a geeky romantic

My AC is on the mend...I think...but it's still fairly uncomfortable in my apartment. So in the interest of saving my computer (and myself) from heat stroke, I'm going to get right down to business. Sev? ::parchments unfurl with a snap::

...So what these quizzes are saying is that I should expect to find my soulmate at a 'con? )
in_omnia: (omnia)
2014-06-03 02:51 pm

'neath heated brow

Today is a hot, sticky taffy pull of a day, the sort of day when I wish Sev's dungeon were a little less...fictional...and a little more accessibly cool and damp. ::glare from the darkness:: Don't look at me like that, Sev: just because you make an excellent secretary doesn't mean I'm completely delusional, and the fact remains that while you are in your nice dark, dank dungeon, I'm here desperate for a breeze while I wait for the AC to be fixed. Luckily for me, quizzes are a rather excellent distraction in these hot and endless hours.

Which is not to say I've stopped dreaming about the dungeon.... )
in_omnia: (painter)
2014-06-02 03:27 pm

maybe the purple skirt?

We're celebrating Elessar's 21st birthday today, and since he wants to go out for cocktails, I'll need a few hours to prepare. (That is: a few minutes to tackle my hair and make-up and hours of raking through my closet for something fancy-but-not-too-fancy to wear.) Fortunately, Sev has offered to deliver today's quizzes. Don't mind the potions stains, yeah? It's still a little messy in here....

Sev? They're all yours! )
in_omnia: (random)
2014-06-01 12:04 am

the parchment runneth over

Hard to believe we're once more on the cusp of the Week of the Killer Quizzes. Though to be honest, I'm rather glad to see it arrive: I've been collecting quizzes a little rapaciously this year, and Sev is starting to lose patience with the stacks of parchment spilling into his potions work. And since that sort of thing usually ends in explosions and the sad demise of potion and parchment, both, neither Sev nor I have been altogether pleased the past few weeks. So without further ado, let the Week of the Killer Quizzes begin!

Just those three, Sev...right on the edge of that pile...carefully now...excellent! )
in_omnia: (omnia)
2014-05-19 09:48 pm

turning over

This has been a rough week. A strange week. A convergence of hopes and uncertainties that has left me extremely aware of all my tender spots...and that I am, in fact, made up of tender spots.

A week of physical and mental exhaustion. Of grief anniversaries and gratitude for flags flying at half-staff. A week where words have seemed a barricade, not a bridge, with me trapped alone with my meanings and everyone else on the other side.

A week where I can do nothing but bang my head against the immutable truth of my father's absence...where I just want to ask one question...just one question, Vati, please: can't you tell me what Kit's profession should be? Because I can't figure it out and I know you'd know.

A week that I'm hoping ends tonight. Because I could really use a new leaf to pen tomorrow upon. Please?
in_omnia: (ravenclaw)
2014-02-11 08:12 pm

do not leave out the words

For someone used to world-building for fantasy novels, I have proven completely unprepared for the amount of story-building required by any kind of contemporary novel. I don't know why, but I seem to have been of the opinion that with a contemporary novel, I could just jump in and start writing. Not so much....

In lieu of a fantasy world, I have to design a Smalltown, USA. Instead of societal structure, I have to decide on a workplace and its culture. Friendships and romantic entanglements are just as necessary as they are in fantasy, and while most of my fantasy protagonists have only the slimmest of familial ties, a contemporary character requires a much more carefully crafted set of family relationships.

Just as with fantasy, these things inform and shape a protagonist and her story, and though I could just jump into the writing, I suspect the tale-telling will be significantly easier if I take some time to sort out the small, familiar world it will inhabit.
in_omnia: (lady)
2014-01-20 03:32 pm

for lissa

I did manage to avoid being trampled by Sev when I offered him Giant Pygmy Tufted Bluejay Griffin feathers, but it was a near thing. I'm not even sure whether his potions were at a stopping point, but one moment he was in the dungeons and the next he was in front of me, panting in a way I'm sure will embarrass him when he thinks back on it in a few weeks. Needless to say, convincing him to help me with a Day of the Killer Quizzes for Lissa was the work of a moment...though I do really believe part of the reason for that is that he admires you tremendously.

In any case, it took a little longer than either of us had anticipated to get these together for you: one of the parchments kept spontaneously bursting into flames and then setting all the other parchments aflame. Sev had to enchant a quill to duplicate the results on another scroll, and after that same bit of parchment insisted on exploding over and over, we decided another quiz might be in order.

Still, we are very sorry for the delay and hope the wait will be worth it. Shall we, Sev? ::glubbing and splash of liquid into glasses:: Ah, wine...excellent idea. Lissa first, I think, Sev. ::slide of glass on ceramic and muttering:: Uh...Lissa, I'm not sure exactly what he just said---some of it seemed to be in languages I've never heard before---but I'm pretty sure he just leveled a few creative curses in the direction of the store leaseholders. So while we're enjoying our wine and quizzes, we can hope that important pieces of their anatomy are shriveling up and/or falling off. ::dark cackling and crackle of parchment:: Indeed. To the quizzes.... )

And there you have it: some quizzes related to bookstores and favorite types of books and memories of Barnes & Noble. I know these won't make up for the loss, but Sev and I hope they offer a fun distraction, however short. We're thinking of you....
in_omnia: (painter)
2014-01-13 04:23 pm

i am but a stranger

This trying-to-get-published thing is a serious beat down. Criminy. I mean, it would help if I had any idea how exactly the juvenile nonfiction book I've written fits in the publishing world. I would classify it as folklore, but it's also reference and kind of history and sort of about animals. And when I visit likely seeming publishers' websites, their books don't really match up to the kind of book I've written. Do I submit anyway?

Or should I try going the agent route instead? On the one hand, that means my book's more likely to get published by a big-name publisher---or even a snazzy, art house-type imprint of a big-name publisher---which would be fantastic. On the other, submitting via agent is a lot of work to go through if this is the only nonfiction book I ever write. ...Unless I'm fortunate enough to find an agent who can handle shopping my work when I start trying to publish fantasy novels.

Then there's the book, itself. I have a vague sense of how I want it to look, but I can't decide whether it needs an introduction...or to be broken down into topical sections. And would those topical sections need an introduction? I would love to be able to collaborate with an editor on these sorts of issues, but I think I have to have the manuscript as close to perfect as I can get it upon submission. Good grief....
in_omnia: (ravenpuff)
2014-01-11 09:43 pm

ruminations on theatregoing

One of the best things to come out of the popularity of post-credit scenes---other than, of course, the post-credit scenes, themselves---is that so many of us now linger in the theatre after the film has ended. Even when we suspect that the movie we've just watched won't have a post-credit scene, we still sit and wait just in case.

And as we sit in the dark, watching the credits scroll and listening to the last unspooling threads of the soundtrack, the film lets us go. Or perhaps we let it go. We may be eager and hopeful for that last sliver of story, but even as we wait, the film settles into memory, the characters lose a little of their vividness, and the real world seeps in, easing us gently home after our time away.

When at last the credits end---and the screen resumes its cycle of advertisements and announcements---stepping out into the brightness of the lobby seems natural. A blinking out of daydream rather than the wrenching awake from deep, velvet sleep. We carry the stories with us rather than feeling as though we've left half ourselves behind in the stories.
in_omnia: (painter)
2014-01-04 04:28 pm

year nine....

And so we arrive at nine years of livejournaling. (Nine years? Already?) Even though I've been rather quiet of late, I'm still so thankful for this sliver of virtual space. Happy birthday, my lj, and may you continue to be a peaceful, encouraging place for me to lament and laugh in the coming year.
in_omnia: (painter2)
2013-12-23 01:16 am


I have been, upon occasion, flippant in my faith. Not in how I study it or how I live it, but in my understanding of its sacrifices, its sufferings. I have, for instance, thought to myself that I would die for a stranger, I would die so someone else can live. Which was not meant to diminsh Christ's sacrifice, but more to glorify myself in my own eyes. So perhaps "flippant" isn't the right word. Perhaps the right word is "prideful."

I have been, upon occasion, prideful in my faith.

As usually happens in such instances, life serves to humble me. To remind me of my arrogance, my foolishness, my utter lack of understanding.

Perhaps it *is* easy to die for a stranger. Perhaps a quick death and an even quicker ascension to the glories of heaven would be easy to tolerate for a stranger. And perhaps what Christ did in dying for all the world is nothing so simple, nothing so swift, nothing nearly so painless.

Perhaps what Christ did is more akin to finding out someone you love has relinquished his faith. Perhaps it's more akin to knowing that you can only talk about your faith in pale, inadequate words and hope and pray he listens to what cannot be said as well as what can. Perhaps it's imagining his failure to understand, to believe. And watching him stumble in the absence of that belief. And years of steadily estranging holidays (not because you fail to love him, but because each year he finds it more and more impossible to tolerate your casual mentions of your faith). And more years of aching at his wayward decisions and his anger and his hopelessness.

Perhaps what Christ did is more akin to years of feeling pain for all of that (pain made worse because you know he, too, is in pain), and willingly and gladly embracing that pain if only it might mean that someday he will return to that faith. Perhaps what Christ did is more akin to *that*.

And I can only be humbled at His willingness to bear that pain, to take it on in the hope of a single soul turning toward Him. Because I don't want to. I want this fixed, solved, immediately. (Wave a magic wand.) I don't want years of struggle and fear and pain.

And yet. And yet. Oh, God, if I must, if I must watch him falter and stumble for the rest of my life just so he comes to You in the fullness of time, I will. I will do my best to keep praying and hoping and loving him. But please help me? Help me stand strong and steadfast in the face of whatever may come.
in_omnia: (fangirling)
2013-10-31 12:05 am

anyone need a girl wednesday?

You know you may be failing at being a girl when it takes you 3 hours to paint your fingernails bright blue. Granted, I haven't had a lot of practice at painting my fingernails...wearing nail polish on my fingers makes my hands feel like they're suffocating...but even so. 3 hours? Really?

All in a good cause, though. For tomorrow---ahem, later today---I shall become that most excellent of women, Felicity Smoak, for Halloween. In all her bright-nailed, funky office-wear, eyeglasses-and-curly-ponytail, IT-Girl-Next-Door glory. I don't think I've been this excited about a Halloween costume in ages. Maybe ever.

If only I had an Oliver Queen to whom I could make awkward, unintentionally sexual pronouncements....
in_omnia: (painter2)
2013-09-29 08:31 pm

record all the yearning

Most of the time, I'm okay with how solitary my life has become. It is, after all, my life, and it is filled with little joys and delights and with distractions and preoccupations. But every once in a while, I'll look up from its bustle and flow to recognize that it *is* solitary. Very, very solitary. And the loneliness in those moments is crushing.
in_omnia: (lady)
2013-09-23 07:36 pm

but if it works...

It occurs to me that if things keep going the way they have been, pretty soon my entire beauty regimen will consist of things I keep in my fridge. Vinegar and green tea toners...cornmeal mush scrubs...milk and water moisturizers...and I'm not entirely convinced I couldn't also eat my face wash.

At this point, it's probably a very good thing that I'm the only one attempting to cook in my home. Otherwise, any unsuspecting roommates, family members, or friends could end up scarred for life.
in_omnia: (ravenclaw)
2013-08-14 08:22 pm

it's my party, i'll meme if i want to party. Not really. (Though I did enjoy a lovely dinner.) But it is my birthday, and I'm in the mood for a meme. And what better meme could there be than a Bookshelf Scavenger Hunt? Better than cake! )