it's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Hello all,
So yes, long absence. Will it help my case if I explain that I've been doing lots and lots of maths? Yesterday - algebra. Which I used to really like, back when I still did maths and science and those kinds of things. But it's been four years, thereabouts, since I did maths on it's own, and two years since I did any, so it's not going so well. I perserve, mostly. It's two weeks and one day until I do this test, and I'm going to fail so much it's not even funny.
Anyway, so yesterday, in a break from all that, I wrote porn. Not a conventional coping strategy, but whatever. I think, and feel free to disagree, that there are too many potential post-series scenarios in my head. I mean, aside from Westward Look, we have the Beginnings Again one where Toby makes Sam run; the other President one, where he ends up married and occasionally sleeping with Toby, the one where he goes with Josh to the West Wing again but ends up miserable and leaves (leaving his wife as well); apparently a version where he ends up with Will in Congress; and this is discounting all the potential variations in plot to get him from one place to another. I may have a problem.
But, regardless, porn. Because I've been writing Westward Look forever, and by the point I'm writing at the minute it's pretty domestic. World falling down around them, but they're okay. So, for a change, I wrote some angsty, angry/desperate sex. I really need to finish Westward Look. And give it some angst where I am at the moment. *sighs* This will never be finished.
Meme: From raedbard: Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself.
1. I'm still not sure I'm smart enough to go to the US and do this MA/PhD, but I don't know what else to do.
2. One of my favourite things in the world is the moment in the cinema when the lights go down before the film starts. I'm not knowledgeable enough to be a real cinephile, but I love the feeling of getting lost you get in a cinema.
3. My mother still doesn't know that I'm not exactly a Christian anymore. Or that I may not be straight. I love her, but she doesn't need to know these things...
4. I really, really don't like Everybody Loves Raymond :-)
5. If I had anyone to go with, I'd really like to go to a Convention
6. Of the two guys who kissed me seriously, I didn't see the appeal. So sometimes I do wonder whether I'm lying in what I write.
So yes, long absence. Will it help my case if I explain that I've been doing lots and lots of maths? Yesterday - algebra. Which I used to really like, back when I still did maths and science and those kinds of things. But it's been four years, thereabouts, since I did maths on it's own, and two years since I did any, so it's not going so well. I perserve, mostly. It's two weeks and one day until I do this test, and I'm going to fail so much it's not even funny.
Anyway, so yesterday, in a break from all that, I wrote porn. Not a conventional coping strategy, but whatever. I think, and feel free to disagree, that there are too many potential post-series scenarios in my head. I mean, aside from Westward Look, we have the Beginnings Again one where Toby makes Sam run; the other President one, where he ends up married and occasionally sleeping with Toby, the one where he goes with Josh to the West Wing again but ends up miserable and leaves (leaving his wife as well); apparently a version where he ends up with Will in Congress; and this is discounting all the potential variations in plot to get him from one place to another. I may have a problem.
But, regardless, porn. Because I've been writing Westward Look forever, and by the point I'm writing at the minute it's pretty domestic. World falling down around them, but they're okay. So, for a change, I wrote some angsty, angry/desperate sex. I really need to finish Westward Look. And give it some angst where I am at the moment. *sighs* This will never be finished.
Meme: From raedbard: Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself.
1. I'm still not sure I'm smart enough to go to the US and do this MA/PhD, but I don't know what else to do.
2. One of my favourite things in the world is the moment in the cinema when the lights go down before the film starts. I'm not knowledgeable enough to be a real cinephile, but I love the feeling of getting lost you get in a cinema.
3. My mother still doesn't know that I'm not exactly a Christian anymore. Or that I may not be straight. I love her, but she doesn't need to know these things...
4. I really, really don't like Everybody Loves Raymond :-)
5. If I had anyone to go with, I'd really like to go to a Convention
6. Of the two guys who kissed me seriously, I didn't see the appeal. So sometimes I do wonder whether I'm lying in what I write.