So, I’ve been the sickest of little squids the last couple of days (I caught a cold at Thanksgiving from my extended, loving family), and then I had to kind of rush to finish my Art Meets Heart canvas for the ARTgarage, which totally makes it sound epic but it totally wasn’t. <–It was basically spray painting the canvas and then attaching all the bits and pieces to the canvas.
And, because it’s a very 3-dimensional work, a collaged photo-set!
And! I finished my NaNo! I have proof!
If, say, y’all would like to read what I have been writing for NaNo (and I know y’all do ’cause, seriously, why wouldn’t y’all want to hear my manic characters be manic because who wouldn’t), check my NaNoWriMo tag over on my Tumblr.
I kinda like my novel (what I have of it because–OMG!–plot-y novel is plot-y!), but I have 50,000+ words and am nowhere near being done with the actual novel. <–This is freaking me the fuck out. Seriously. I’ve never had a novel be so–novel-y.
And, since I have been sickly-squid, I’ve been watching movies. We all have movies that are our go-to movies when we’re sick or upset or whatever; The Avengers has totally become one of those movies for me (and I could go on and on for weeks–and have!–about how amazing it is), but my other movies (and long-time readers will be aware of this) is Julie and Julia.
I know, they don’t seem to have anything in common, but emotionally, they do for me for some reason. I think it might be that entire “searching for our places in the world thing” that they both have going on: everyone in the Avengers Initiative because they’re all considered freaks because they aren’t “normal” people (whatever that means) and are still unfinished people for various reasons, and Julie Powell and Julia Child because they’re both trying to find who they want to be.
These are themes that are relevant to my interests.
And, I love this moment in Julie and Julia because it comes so close in the movie after Dor and Julia talking about how they never fit in Pasedina and the near-fisticuffs about McCarthy that Julia gets into with her pops. I just love how they reach for each other like “this was the only place we belonged, with each other” and then, just after, their husbands shake hands, and then there’s this feeling of “and now we fit here too with these valiant individuals who are brave enough to love us.”
I like it. I like it a lot.
And, this theme of belonging and trying-to-belong I think is something that always permeates my work since, fairytales, really do have this undertone of belonging and not belonging and figuring out how to belong in them.
So, yeah. Belonging.
And, I have waxed rhapsodic in a drugged haze a bit too long, I think.