Plot Horribleness.

So, today, while working on Hybrid on my day off, I came to the kind of realisation that writers hate.

There is a hole.

In my plot.

A rather sizeable hole COVERING TWO MONTHS OF ACTION.

I damn near had a panic attack. But that's okay. Because Mire and I had an Emergency Plot Session that was interrupted by bits of evidence of our combined lack of concentration.

We are officially going to the HP themepark in costume when I get to America. I'm Bellatrix. She's Hermione. It's going to be AWESOME.

But yes. I have solved the Plot Problem thanks to Mire and no thanks at all to the Plot Monster. It has been solved in a most diabolical manner, of course.

And I have not much more to say... oh, I suppose I could talk about my mental instability. I have started going to counselling again (first time since I was fourteen) in an attempt to stabilise. So yeah. I'll keep y'all posted on that.

The Road

Ok, after the insane fangirlishness of my last post, I'm going to be More Sophisticated today. And make Mireyah hate me (love ya, Mire! :P).

Ok. Book review. The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

Set at an uncertain time, in the not-too-distant future (it is assumed), in America (mostly assumed), a man and his son walk south in search of warmth post-apocalypse. The Road is a chilling, mostly depressing novel that is also absolutely stunning.

McCarthy abandons a few conventions; there are no chapters, no names, no quotation marks, "incorrect" paragraphing and some words - such as "don't" and "won't" - are written minus apostrophes. If I can move past this - seriously, I've been known to correct toothpaste boxes - anyone can. It fits the story perfectly and makes it even more uncomfortable, which is exactly what McCarthy is after.

The Road is really a critical look at human nature as well as a bleak outlook for the future. There is no hope in this book. None at all. And it is hard to read - I know a lot of people in my class (we're studying it in English, okay?) had trouble because of the ideas in it. There is some... not violence, but things are inferred that send shivers down your spine. Even I was a bit shivery. People refuse to finish this book. But please, do. It's completely worth the stunning, shocking, heartwrenching ending.

Just... please, please, please, for the love of all things good and decent and terrifying in this world, read it.

Five stars, hands down. Just do it.

Whom Do We Love?

Today I shall share with you some Scottish Eye Candy. Specifically Ewan McGregor.


I mean... yum. Seriously. YUM.



*drools* Look at his EYES.



nom nom nom nom.



EWAN IN A TOP HAT. *is in heaven*



Oh my Lord he has scruffy hair.

So. Yes. I LOVE EWAN MCGREGOR DAMN HIM FOR BEING MARRIED WITH CHILDREN. *sigh* He's so yummy... and SCOTTISH... and he was Obi-Wan... and that guy in The Island... and (poor guy) Ian Rider in Stormbreaker... and he SANG AND DANCED AND WAS SEXY in Moulin Rouge and and and and and *swoon*

:D

Too Long

Ok, it has been far too long since I last posted. Sorry. You know how life gets sometimes...

However. Today, I have a TOPIC. *grin*

It is even of a serious, comment-on-politics-and-law kind of nature. I will not apologise for this. :)

Ok, I read in the paper at work yesterday that France has brought in a new law, making psychological violence a crime punishable by law. The sentence can be up to three years' imprisonment with a hefty fine (forgive me, I can't remember the exact value). SO basically, if someone is psychologically abusive (including threats of violence, manipulation... the whole kit and kaboodle) they can be imprisoned.

I'm all for it, personally. I wish Australia had a law like that three years ago. Having been a victim of psychological abuse at the hands of a boy who managed to control me completely for over two years, to the point that I attempted suicide out of horror for what I'd allowed to happen, I'm all for anything that would see people like that locked up. God knows they deserve it; no-one should be able to wield that kind of power.

But I am wondering just how effective this law would be. I mean, generally victims of abuse don't consider themselves a victim. I'm speaking from experience here; I never would have reported my ex. In my mind, at that time, I deserved it and it was my fault. So it would really, in most cases, be up to others to report the crime.

I think the French have done a good thing here. I think other countries should follow suit. But I just don't think it's going to work in practice. There are a lot of victims out there.

Intermittent Bloggishness

Ok. I have been being artistic in my free time lately, playing with Photoshop CS3 Extended. I also now have a deviantart account under my *gasp* RL name. Don't tell anyone!

http://thatmegankid.deviantart.com

And I get to write two essays tomorrow - one on an unknown question that will probably have something to do with endings of texts, point of view and reader positioning as a result of that. Man, I love English! :) And one for philosophy on this topic: "Is the exploration of the concept of utopia useful or a waste of time?"

*cackles*

Argh!

Hello, hello, hello my lovely stalkers! I'm sorry it's been so long, but Tim was injured. He got stood on. Not good for laptops.

Anyway, I'm kind of back now. I am in the fifth week - no, sixth. Oh Gods, already?! - of my senior year of highschool and pretty much already snowed under. Lots to do! But that's okay, because I'm loving it. I'm studying English, media, history, philosophy and Japanese... all arts and humanities. *grin*

And I've started looking at university options. I'm going to do a BA, with a double major of Literary + Cultural Studies and Screen Arts. 'Cause I'm awesomesauce like that.

Okay, that's enough for now.

No wait, it's not.

Okay, Reece insisted on the whole Valentine's Day thing. Let's get one thing straight - I absolutely despise Valentine's Day. So we didn't observe it as such, just went into town, saw (*cough*) The Wolfman (which was horrid) and had a picnic. Yeah, a picnic. It was very sweet.

Shut up.

Right now.

I mean it.

*glare*

Okay now I'm done. I should be studying... gotta research Descartes.

Slightly more cheerful

Reece is back :)

I am a happy vampire.

Also, the revision of Hybrid is turning out to be brutal but totally worth it. It's going to be darker and hopefully more epic.

I had my first shift as a supervisor today. It was loads of fun. I like having power.