Today officially starts the last month of 2011, and I really feel as though this whole end-of-the-year thing is somehow managing to actually make me make decisions. (And as I am a Libra, this is one of the most impressive things in the entire world.)

Today, I officially decided what I want to do with my life.

Oh, I've known the gist of it for years, in some cases since I was two years old: I want to be a professional writer and a professional astrologer, who builds her own business around these two things and has an intimate knowledge of Jungian physcology on the side.

But all of that is a bloody mouthful, and now I've found another path that gives me something much prettier and more streamlined to say when someone asks me what it is I do.

I want to be a folklorist.

It's all of my passions, rolled up into one neat little package, and suddenly I just desperately want to completely throw myself into pursuing it.

To be fair, though, while sudden, the decision was very organic -- more of a realisation than a decision proper, really. I grew up loving mythology, something that obviously carried over to the present day. I discovered somehow, years ago, that fairy tale symbolism works itself rather seamlessly in with my writing style, and have been experimenting with this since. I discovered serious astrology (ie, the astrology that is actual astrology and not just vague bullshit horoscopes written for magazines and the like) thanks to my writing as well, and discovered my own penchant for it. I discovered Jung this year, after another love affair with psychology, and holy god was that ever a series of lights bursting all over my brain. And then out of nowhere it was somehow, "Oh. Folklorists exist! Probably I should contemplate this." Except then "contemplating" really just was OH OKAY DOING THIS NOW GOODBYE.

So becoming a folklorist it is.

I doubt I'll go to uni to learn it, though; I'm not a uni sort of girl. Not because I don't value education, obviously, but rather the opposite -- I love learning too much to confine myself to only being proficient in one or two subjects, and neither can I stand the inability to learn as many things as I want at my own pace. I'm just much better suited to going it on my own, and in either case I certainly don't need a degree for any of the things that I plan to do with my life, so all in all I am content to be a happily debt-free little polymath, hooray!

No, I've already started the Jaceytastic spree of research: Namely, "Ah, balls, what part of this do I start with? FUCK IT ALL OF THEM YAY." (Right now, this means I am working my way through the creation myths. All of them. From everywhere. It seemed the most appropriate thing to do.)

I don't know yet if I'll ultimately end up specialising in any particular branch of folklore, though I have strange nebulous ideas of eventually writing gigantic books of retold animal-related myths from all over the world. (And an even stranger idea for an alternate-history novel, in which Christianity wasn't the lore that ran over the world, but rather the Greek myths instead, but god only knows no pun intended.)

But in short, Jacey Faye the folklorist it is!

In my last entry, obviously, I talked about my admiration for both Gackt and CLAMP.

Then I discovered this.

And there are not enough ways in the world to say "my vagina just imploded" oh my god.

There are also not enough ways in the worlds to say "MFEO" because holy fucking shit LMFAO. I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST ONLY A MATTER OF TIME EXCEPT I WAS NEVER ACTUALLY CONVINCED THAT GACKT WASN'T SECRETLY PART OF CLAMP ALREADY... Come on, just look at Moon Child. It might as well be the Infinity arc of Tsubasa, just with less clones and more drugs. Or else Sho is just Kurofai's brain-addled buttbaby or something, good lord.

And did I mention that my vagina was imploding because um yes.

This is entirely too exciting on too many levels. There's the obvious of "holy crap a bunch of my favourite people ever are getting together to make doubly awesome shit!" and all the resulting squee that that provides. But I think I'm even more excited on a creative level -- they really are perfect for each other, the lot of them, and I can't think of anyone else whose works would synch so well.

And I am so ridiculously happy for them and so insanely excited to see where this goes. ♥

(For the record, this is my NaNo synopsis: Denied a dollhouse by her parents, a young girl is given a deck of tarot cards by her aunt instead, and is told that they will help her play out stories that a dollhouse never could. These are those stories, one for every card, and this is how she became the puppetmaster or the puppeted or something in between.)



A week into NaNo, and I am already grossly behind on my wordcount (hooray, being slapped with the flu on 1st November!), but this is miraculously still okay! o/

Because

a. I did not get my nickname Pants from any sort of desire to wear pants, let me tell you (ie I am an incurable pantser...also an incurable hippie, but that is neither here nor there), and
b. I come bearing a list!

What is this list, you ask?


Shite Jacey Has Already Learned from NaNo '11!


( insert happyface here )

For all that I created this journal on the fifth of November, the theme here is going to be less remembering, and more looking forward. ♥ (Not necessarily forgetting, no -- I want to hang on to the things that made me laugh, that still make me laugh when my mind wanders back -- but neither do I really want to needlessly dwell.)

The name's Jacey, but feel free to call me pretty much anything that strikes your fancy. (Current crowd favourites seem to include Fairy, Elf, and Jingles, and all of these are apt.)
Long story short, I'm basically a boho bookslut (or the hippie librarian sort, whichever you prefer). I believe that kpop helped to change my life, that Good Omens may as well be my bible, that CLAMP may or may not be stalking me (given that I am essentially the lovechild of Fai D. Flourite and Kunogi Himawari, complete with the flailing and the handclapping and the hair), that the smell of old books may just be one of the sexiest things on the entire planet, that Jung embodies how I see the world, that I would literally die without caffeine, and that animals are far more fun to hug than eat.

In real life, I work in a giant bookstore and get paid to play with toys. Literally. (This isn't actually quite as awesome as it sounds; half of my time is spent slapping ineffectively at them in a vain attempt to get them all to stop making bloody noise.) I write. I write a lot, and have ever since I was two. Also literally. Long-term goals include migrating to England, self-publishing books (and segue this into eventually running my own independent publishing company), being a professional astrologer, and finally being able to sit on my hair. (Almost!)

In the meantime, I am generally just sat upon by my three cats. ♥