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shamanicshayminAll right, all right Raggedy Ann. You get your own tag. I bet that makes you feel like a million bucks.
The Camel With the Wrinkled Knees left me excited, yes it did. Since I want to learn more about you and your brother Andy and your misadventures together, I'm checking out all the books about you that I can. At least the ones published up until Gruelle's death in 1938, nom. I can't tell which ones are posthumous or ghost writer. :P There's like... 40+ books, you know that? So I'm narrowing it down to the ones that matter. Stuff like Number and Alphabet books don't count. XD The modern age isn't gonna be kind to Beloved Belindy, so she'll be skipped. That, and Wooden Willie sounds... phallic. :P
Italics = Read
♥ = That was great! :D
* = To Read/Books I'm particularly interested in
# Raggedy Ann Stories (1918)
# Raggedy Andy Stories (1920)
# Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees (1924) ♥
# Raggedy Ann's Wishing Pebble (1925) *
# The Paper Dragon: A Raggedy Ann Adventure (1926) *
# Raggedy Ann's Fairy Stories (1928)
# Raggedy Ann's Magical Wishes (1928)
# Marcella: A Raggedy Ann Story (1929) * (Yeeeeah. This one is a biggie. :o)
# Raggedy Ann in the Deep Deep Woods (1930) *
# Raggedy Ann in Cookie Land (1931)
# Raggedy Ann's Lucky Pennies (1932)
# Raggedy Ann in the Golden Meadow (1935)
# Raggedy Ann and the Left-Handed Safety Pin (1935)
# Raggedy Ann's Joyful Songs (1937) words and illustrations by Johnny Gruelle, music by Chas. Miller (I'll probably look at this one since A. Last book before death. B. Illustrations. Of course. :D)
Why the big jump onto Cookie Land? My library district only has three Raggedy Ann books total: Wrinkled Knees, Cookie Land, and How Raggedy Ann Got Her Candy Heart, the latter which is an anthology of different Raggedy Ann tales abridged for younger readers, all which I've read already. :P So fuck. My next best bet is to pray someone left copies of Paper Dragon or something at Half-Price books for cheap, but considering how old these books are, chances are looking pretty slim. D: I'll have to suck it up and buy them off the Internet or something. I know I can get them for cheaper like at eBay or something, but at Raggedy Land, it goes from like $14 to $25, and they're selling their only copy of Wrinkled Knees for the sale price of $35. Are you sure I can't get it cheaper? D: Then there's Marcella: A Raggedy Ann Story, which costs $40. That's like... ten dollars short of the price of a new video game. Ouch. DDD: I CAN'T BUY THIS MUCH FOR A BOOK. BOOKS SHOULD NOT BE SO EXPENSIVE UNLESS THEY'RE FIRST EDITION AND SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR. OR SOMETHING. I have to save cash even after purchasing Pokemon B/W dammit. *sob*
The dolls are even worse. I find the ones that are cute and actually look like Ann & Andy from the books and they're friggin' expensive. D: I buy Pokemon plushies for 15 bucks, what is wrong with this world. D: (Okay, they're not usually huge, as in ragdoll huge, but still) I'm not even a collector, so I don't care about getting a trillion dolls/stamps/whatever. One pair of Raggedys will do me fine. Wish I could just go to a store and hold an Ann & Andy in person to see which ones I like enough to purchase and bring home, but... *sigh* I don't want to be like my mother and become obsessed with shopping for expensive material things that don't make her any happier. When it comes to Raggedy Ann & Andy, I want to recognize them as friends, not the price tags or the artificial valuables on my desk. I just... if I was any good at sewing, I'd make my own after a whole lot of practice. 'Cause if it's homemade, you're far more likely to be close to something as your dolls, your companions. (Fuck, typing this makes me feel like the villain in my novel, Dr. Medlock. "It can't just be any replacement. It has to be your own...") Mom's got a sewing machine stashed somewhere, but chances are, we might have no idea where that is. That, and what about the little things, like sewing on a button and making a knot that doesn't fall apart?
Fuck, none of this is important right now. Actually calling up the jobs I highlighted from Sunday's Classified section would be. Except I get lazy/distracted/lose confidence or something. What happened to my attitude? What's with the self-doubt? When did I start being so skeptical and hopeful at the same time? I feel like friggin' Cinderella in that I know there's good stuff for me out there, but I can't be arsed to do a thing. Then opportunity comes and what do I do? Freeze up. Like I'm afraid of success or failure or change. I have no idea what's wrong with me. Is that why I'm taking so long finishing my novel? 'Cause I lack discipline? Do I want someone to tell me, "No, you can't do it. What the hell are you doing with Raggedy Ann? This is crap, this is a waste of time." so I'll get angry and push myself to defy my fate as a bad writer or someone who'll never make it? Dad and I heard on the radio that Anthony Burgess was supposed to die of a brain tumor, so he wrote five to eight novels in that time. In the end, it turns out he wasn't terminally ill after all, and ended up outliving his wife and dying of lung cancer on 1993. Yeesh, it shouldn't have to take dying to get my ass in gear. So it IS discipline, isn't it?
"Stop whining and start writing. :)" Probably the most important thing someone said to me long ago, and I still struggle with her advice. I do a whole lot of whining and never enough writing. It's basically a question of wondering if I have what it takes. And I do, god fucking dammit. Quitting writing = Committing suicide. I don't care how hard it is and how much I do complain, it's my frickin' life and it's got the colors and the joy and the experience than just wandering like a colorless zombie and keeping my imagination and thoughts and feelings to myself. I was made for this and it's time I showed myself who's boss.
And it looks like Dad didn't pay the water bill, so fuck. I'm gonna snip out those job applications and carry them with me to the library. I need to think and organize my head. I should quit being so passive. Hopefully it won't be an inner euphemism for me to run out and forget my problems for a while like it's pretty much been lately. It's one thing to have your head in the clouds, but when they turn dark and rain/strike on you and fog your perception on things, it's time to shoo them off.
The Camel With the Wrinkled Knees left me excited, yes it did. Since I want to learn more about you and your brother Andy and your misadventures together, I'm checking out all the books about you that I can. At least the ones published up until Gruelle's death in 1938, nom. I can't tell which ones are posthumous or ghost writer. :P There's like... 40+ books, you know that? So I'm narrowing it down to the ones that matter. Stuff like Number and Alphabet books don't count. XD The modern age isn't gonna be kind to Beloved Belindy, so she'll be skipped. That, and Wooden Willie sounds... phallic. :P
Italics = Read
♥ = That was great! :D
* = To Read/Books I'm particularly interested in
# Raggedy Ann Stories (1918)
# Raggedy Andy Stories (1920)
# Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees (1924) ♥
# Raggedy Ann's Wishing Pebble (1925) *
# The Paper Dragon: A Raggedy Ann Adventure (1926) *
# Raggedy Ann's Fairy Stories (1928)
# Raggedy Ann's Magical Wishes (1928)
# Marcella: A Raggedy Ann Story (1929) * (Yeeeeah. This one is a biggie. :o)
# Raggedy Ann in the Deep Deep Woods (1930) *
# Raggedy Ann in Cookie Land (1931)
# Raggedy Ann's Lucky Pennies (1932)
# Raggedy Ann in the Golden Meadow (1935)
# Raggedy Ann and the Left-Handed Safety Pin (1935)
# Raggedy Ann's Joyful Songs (1937) words and illustrations by Johnny Gruelle, music by Chas. Miller (I'll probably look at this one since A. Last book before death. B. Illustrations. Of course. :D)
Why the big jump onto Cookie Land? My library district only has three Raggedy Ann books total: Wrinkled Knees, Cookie Land, and How Raggedy Ann Got Her Candy Heart, the latter which is an anthology of different Raggedy Ann tales abridged for younger readers, all which I've read already. :P So fuck. My next best bet is to pray someone left copies of Paper Dragon or something at Half-Price books for cheap, but considering how old these books are, chances are looking pretty slim. D: I'll have to suck it up and buy them off the Internet or something. I know I can get them for cheaper like at eBay or something, but at Raggedy Land, it goes from like $14 to $25, and they're selling their only copy of Wrinkled Knees for the sale price of $35. Are you sure I can't get it cheaper? D: Then there's Marcella: A Raggedy Ann Story, which costs $40. That's like... ten dollars short of the price of a new video game. Ouch. DDD: I CAN'T BUY THIS MUCH FOR A BOOK. BOOKS SHOULD NOT BE SO EXPENSIVE UNLESS THEY'RE FIRST EDITION AND SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR. OR SOMETHING. I have to save cash even after purchasing Pokemon B/W dammit. *sob*
The dolls are even worse. I find the ones that are cute and actually look like Ann & Andy from the books and they're friggin' expensive. D: I buy Pokemon plushies for 15 bucks, what is wrong with this world. D: (Okay, they're not usually huge, as in ragdoll huge, but still) I'm not even a collector, so I don't care about getting a trillion dolls/stamps/whatever. One pair of Raggedys will do me fine. Wish I could just go to a store and hold an Ann & Andy in person to see which ones I like enough to purchase and bring home, but... *sigh* I don't want to be like my mother and become obsessed with shopping for expensive material things that don't make her any happier. When it comes to Raggedy Ann & Andy, I want to recognize them as friends, not the price tags or the artificial valuables on my desk. I just... if I was any good at sewing, I'd make my own after a whole lot of practice. 'Cause if it's homemade, you're far more likely to be close to something as your dolls, your companions. (Fuck, typing this makes me feel like the villain in my novel, Dr. Medlock. "It can't just be any replacement. It has to be your own...") Mom's got a sewing machine stashed somewhere, but chances are, we might have no idea where that is. That, and what about the little things, like sewing on a button and making a knot that doesn't fall apart?
Fuck, none of this is important right now. Actually calling up the jobs I highlighted from Sunday's Classified section would be. Except I get lazy/distracted/lose confidence or something. What happened to my attitude? What's with the self-doubt? When did I start being so skeptical and hopeful at the same time? I feel like friggin' Cinderella in that I know there's good stuff for me out there, but I can't be arsed to do a thing. Then opportunity comes and what do I do? Freeze up. Like I'm afraid of success or failure or change. I have no idea what's wrong with me. Is that why I'm taking so long finishing my novel? 'Cause I lack discipline? Do I want someone to tell me, "No, you can't do it. What the hell are you doing with Raggedy Ann? This is crap, this is a waste of time." so I'll get angry and push myself to defy my fate as a bad writer or someone who'll never make it? Dad and I heard on the radio that Anthony Burgess was supposed to die of a brain tumor, so he wrote five to eight novels in that time. In the end, it turns out he wasn't terminally ill after all, and ended up outliving his wife and dying of lung cancer on 1993. Yeesh, it shouldn't have to take dying to get my ass in gear. So it IS discipline, isn't it?
"Stop whining and start writing. :)" Probably the most important thing someone said to me long ago, and I still struggle with her advice. I do a whole lot of whining and never enough writing. It's basically a question of wondering if I have what it takes. And I do, god fucking dammit. Quitting writing = Committing suicide. I don't care how hard it is and how much I do complain, it's my frickin' life and it's got the colors and the joy and the experience than just wandering like a colorless zombie and keeping my imagination and thoughts and feelings to myself. I was made for this and it's time I showed myself who's boss.
And it looks like Dad didn't pay the water bill, so fuck. I'm gonna snip out those job applications and carry them with me to the library. I need to think and organize my head. I should quit being so passive. Hopefully it won't be an inner euphemism for me to run out and forget my problems for a while like it's pretty much been lately. It's one thing to have your head in the clouds, but when they turn dark and rain/strike on you and fog your perception on things, it's time to shoo them off.
