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Not too bad of a day.
Last night was part 2 of my novel critique. Again, it went well, but fixing the novel will likely require some personality tweaking. I'm way, way too sensitive, and as a result, writing (and often, reading) highly emotional stuff is almost literally physically painful for me. It's all super magnified for me. As a result, my character interactions are way too subtle, and if I go too far (by my definition) it feels false and overly dramatic. This, I need to get over. So I tried to write a histrionic scene today. Time and my critique group will tell if I'm successful.

While writing this, some Wendy Carlos came on over Pandora. She did a lot of the music in A Clockwork Orange, and was an early pioneer of electronic music. I worship her. Full of desire, I headed out in search of her work (iTunes produced nothing, damn them). My first stop was Henderson's Books, where I ended up getting the second season of Carnivale for 12$. Score! God only knows if they had any Wendy Carlos. Their music selection is barely organized, and piled two deep behind glass.
Then, on to the big used music store. I didn't realize how big their DVD section was. Immediately, I saw the first season of Carnivale, and nearby, the second season of Deadwood. Second score!

As I was paying, the clerk asked me if I wanted anything else, and that's when I remembered the original reason I came! I ran to the soundtrack section, and glory hallejuah, they had Clockwork Orange. And not just the soundtrack, but Wendy Carlos' original, remastered score, containing her own original vision for the movie which got trimmed a little for Kubrick's purposes.

So today, I got in writing, room cleaning, washed that neat little fake-PVC dress I got at the clothing exchange at Norwescon, AND cleared the library table of books (just like I promised Keffy). I got