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RowenaR
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Country: Germany
Birthday: 5/15/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Fencing, judo, reading (really, that's one of my hobbies, I actually *do* like it!), painting (not that I'm any good in it... but I love colours ;))
Expertise: Talking weird stuff, annoying people with talking *too much* weird stuff... oh, and I can talk really weird stuff!
Occupation: Administrative
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
MSN: jacksgirl1505@hotmail.com
ICQ:  169311239
Member Since:
8/10/2003
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| So no need to post anymore reviews here. THANKS TO THE XANGA-TEAM!
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| But I have the feeling that Xanga won't do that in the near future, so I decided to move them here. So there.
Ink Heart - Cornelia Funke (German edition) - book, 5 stars, written on January 02, 2006
Done with reading and still loving it.
Yes, I know it's a children's book, but it's addicting, even more if you're a writer yourself.
The basic story is told fast: Twelve year old Meggie lives together with her father Mo, a bookbinder (or book doctor how Meggie once called him). Then, one day, their secluded life is disturbed by a stranger, standing outside their house, in the rain. It's Dustfinger, obviously an old aquaintance of Mo's, and from the moment he shows up a supernatural and magical adventure in the world of books and stories starts for Meggie.
And now what you don't find on the book's back: This book is a book about... books. And reading. And writing. And that's what makes it so great. For children, it's full of magic and adventures, which is great in its own right. But for someone a little older, it's full of complicated questions and undercurrents that make the book an experience.
At the moment there are several questions for me: What if one of *my* characters showed up at my door step? Would they really be hating me (well, *I* would... I'm a nasty author, really)? And are we all just part of "a bigger story"? Just puppets on a string for the Big Damn Writer In the Sky (kinda like "Matrix", only with books and without the stupid look they gave Keanu Reaves)?
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| Mood: contemplative | listening to: uh... stuff... on the radio... |
Things I should be doing instead: Going to bed (office day tomorrow)
Pffft.
Err, okay, just wanted to update on the New Year's Resolutions status.
Which is going to be quick. Because: Still status quo. Haven't improved
a thing in my life. No, wait,
just today I started reading a daily newspaper on a regular basis. At
least on office days (which are Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday), because
I have to pass a newspaper stand anyway on my way to the train.
Which brings me to the next thing: From now on I'll have a more regular
basis in my life. Onat least three days a week, I'll do what
thousands of other communters do every day: Waking up, showering,
having breakfast, taking a train to the office, sit in the office and
work, take a train home, trying to do my daily chores at home, watching
TV, surfing around the internet, going to bed. Actually, that feel's
strange. Like... taking a big step towards being a "real" grown-up. I
still haven't decided if this is good or bad, though.
Now, I just need to get my groove back and start dragging myself to
judo and fencing practise once again, and I will have improved at least
a little. And now I'll go to bed because tomorrow is one of the office days...
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| Mood: uh... blah | Listening to: "California", Phantom Planet | Things
I should be doing instead: Writing and sending an SMS, eat something
Uh.
Okay, monthly New Year's Resolutions review. And it's devastating. I'm
such a bad example of lax morale and discipline it's disgusting.
Meaning: I didn't fulfill any of them up to this moment. Okay, so I asked the boss about an off-the-job-training schedule, and she said, she'd think this was a good idea, but nothing more happened. Mainly because I didn't press the issue, I guess.
But hey, by thursday next week I'll finally have some computers in my office, and I can finally use it
as my office, and don't have to work from home the whole week anymore.
And then I can start that "reading more serious news" issue, because
we'll hopefully get a subscribtion for a local newspaper and a national
one. And I'll be able to go to
training on a regular basis again because I can directly go from the
train station to the dojo/gym, and that'll make shaking of sloth a
little easier.
Apart from that, I maybe should stop starting fanfictions when I'm
still in the middle of others, because those who like the old ones will
hate me for starting the new ones and so neglect the new ones, but
I feel that I still need a little time to shake off my writer's block
with my two recent ones, and the best way to do that is... well...
write. So, don't kill me if you see me starting a new fanfiction in the
next days...
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| Mood: creative | Listening to: "Book of Golden Stories", Runrig |
Things I should be doing instead: oh... nothing. Off-time's the word, I
think. Yay!
Well.
Time for some "disgustingly profound" thoughts, I'm 'fraid to say.
Because... I've been thinking now for a while, mostly on the topic of
"wanting more from life", and I ended up on some pretty disturbing
lanes. Like "there has to be more to live than a German small
town"-lane. Or "why do I have that damn urge to find myself in a
borderline situation?"-lane.
Nooo, I absolutely don't have a
death wish, okay? It's just... I have the feeling that I never really
was challenged to do anything (you know, I really believe that the
bigger the challenge, the stronger it makes you in the end). Up to now
I somehow managed everything, and mostly not with profiency of skills
but with pure luck. At least that's how I feel like.
I guess, I really want to be in a situation where I'm pushed to my
limits - both physical and mentally. I want to see where those limits
really are, and I want to be able to create or accomplish something
outstanding. Something that people remember, even when I'm gone. Or
well, maybe something... special... something... exclusive. I want to
be a diplomat or a spy or... I don't know.
Or maybe this is all a big load off rubbish, and one of Louise May
Alcott's quotes applies perfectly well to me: "She is too fond of books
and it has turned her brain."
Either way, this just was something I needed to get off my chest.
Oh, I started another blog, this time in German (no, it's not the same
I write here, it's mostly for the columns I write for a local political
newspaper and my poor attempt at original fiction. But there are
occassional rants and comments on everyday life as well). Have a look, if you like.
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