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astromecha here. Been terribly busy: it's no good excuse, but it does help put things in perspective when the "to do" list has gone on a page and a half before the slightest deviation from things of absolute necessity appears ('passport', 'get money to pay for government documentation', 'buy chinese communist book in case the mainlanders invade (thanks for the tip!)'). Let's just say fic hasn't been on the brain that often the last couple of months.
Also, new laptop = fic lost, for the time being, due to unconventional but typical laziness. Two weeks ago I suddenly got the urge to write some new piece about Kame in Europe, some attempt at atypical Akame melodrama again, and then Yamapi appeared, and I hammered it out over the weekend in some feverish, inspiration-induced frenzy, and...and now, Macs don't support the format, and I am too irritated and dignified to allow the old, wheezing desktop thing the pleasure of being relied on for another moment. There is probably something on the internet that will allow me to open this, but for now, Kame is still lamenting his asexual whimsies in street cafes, and maybe he makes out with Yamapi in the Colosseum. I don't know. You can't rush these things.
What I am saying is that I don't have time to write much of anything at the moment, due to a flurry of life changes and ways to just spend money EVERYWHERE that are presenting themselves lovingly the next month or so, but that I still love you and that I still feel badly for taking so long to write such mediocre droll. If my love life is any indication, the forecast for this Summer calls for a more poetic prose, but the same tangible, fleshy missing that I seem to ascribe to the AU JE Romeo & Juliet.
I think there was also a rather lengthy fic in which I took the entirety of the jin's letter segment from 24HRTV and analyzed it, minute body movement by minute body movement, so that a dip of the head or a slow, steady sway was translated with some clumsy prose into a narrative of sorts, a pre-LA memorium, if you will. I don't know why I'm so fascinated with that time period -- instrumental growth? Maturity? The piecing together of a previously shattered relationship? Acceptance? I'm not sure.
I would very well, in my absence, post up my day-to-day journal here, but I'm afraid anything you'd like about me here translates into an entirely different personality in the real world. It is best, I think, if the author-reader relationship is kept strictly to the fic, the only thing we care about (hypocrite). If you disagree, you know where to reach me.
Also, new laptop = fic lost, for the time being, due to unconventional but typical laziness. Two weeks ago I suddenly got the urge to write some new piece about Kame in Europe, some attempt at atypical Akame melodrama again, and then Yamapi appeared, and I hammered it out over the weekend in some feverish, inspiration-induced frenzy, and...and now, Macs don't support the format, and I am too irritated and dignified to allow the old, wheezing desktop thing the pleasure of being relied on for another moment. There is probably something on the internet that will allow me to open this, but for now, Kame is still lamenting his asexual whimsies in street cafes, and maybe he makes out with Yamapi in the Colosseum. I don't know. You can't rush these things.
What I am saying is that I don't have time to write much of anything at the moment, due to a flurry of life changes and ways to just spend money EVERYWHERE that are presenting themselves lovingly the next month or so, but that I still love you and that I still feel badly for taking so long to write such mediocre droll. If my love life is any indication, the forecast for this Summer calls for a more poetic prose, but the same tangible, fleshy missing that I seem to ascribe to the AU JE Romeo & Juliet.
I think there was also a rather lengthy fic in which I took the entirety of the jin's letter segment from 24HRTV and analyzed it, minute body movement by minute body movement, so that a dip of the head or a slow, steady sway was translated with some clumsy prose into a narrative of sorts, a pre-LA memorium, if you will. I don't know why I'm so fascinated with that time period -- instrumental growth? Maturity? The piecing together of a previously shattered relationship? Acceptance? I'm not sure.
I would very well, in my absence, post up my day-to-day journal here, but I'm afraid anything you'd like about me here translates into an entirely different personality in the real world. It is best, I think, if the author-reader relationship is kept strictly to the fic, the only thing we care about (hypocrite). If you disagree, you know where to reach me.