Interesting.

My journal says I'm 51% masculine.

What does your LJ writing style say about your gender?

LJ Gender Tool by hutta

A little experimentation with the Gender Genie reveals that my fiction reads as feminine, whereas my academic writing reads as masculine. (I also fed in, separately, that very long post about genre theory; it thinks that's masculine, too.) I suppose, in an odd sort of way, it makes sense that LJ entries would fall in the middle.

But still. Slightly disconcerting. I wonder what would happen if I tried writing fiction in my academic voice.

[UPDATE, 9:36 a.m.: I just gave it a longish thing I wrote recently about body image. Yes, my body image. My body image as an American woman. It came back with an overwhelmingly masculine result. Bizarre, no? --Ed.]

small satisfactions

So I'm not getting much work done today (chapter fifteen is crawling slowly along, and I'm avoiding the dis like it was a big, scary, Truepenny-eating monster, which come to think of it, it is), but I have managed to get all my doodads back on my keychain where they belong.

Viz., and to wit:

1 Pikachu, who is rapidly losing all distinguishing figures and might be better described as 1 bright yellow plastic blob. (Originally, my Pikachu keychains were just a joke, but then I discovered that having big bright yellow plastic critters on my keychain meant I quit losing my keys.)

1 keyfob in the shape of a footprint, a safety award from ORNL (Oak Ridge National Laboratories), which clearly my father brought home and I made off with, though I no longer remember the circumstances under which this occurred.

2 large, old-fashioned keys which Mirrorthaw found when he was cleaning out his desk in his parents' house and gave to me. We have no idea what they unlock.

1 WWBD (What Would Buffy Do?) keychain made for me by the gracious and ever-talented renenet.

1 keyfob of Sue's skull

1 small pewter keyfob in the shape of a book, with a quote from Tolkien: "Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." Mirrorthaw gave this to me years ago, and it's been on my keychain so long, junketing around in my purse and my pockets and so forth, that the quote is no longer readable unless you already know what it says.


... And, oh yeah, then there's the keys. :)

bookkeeping

emperor ch. 15: 3,683 words

Chapter finished, and about freaking time, says I.

Now I can go be stuck on the next chapter.

Writing is not always pleasurable. Sometimes it's not even tolerable. It just always beats not-writing.