Jul 02, 2007 16:51
I nearly cut my toe off with scissors just there. Apparently I'm not safe to be around sharp objects.
So, I have work tomorrow. No one get excited, it's in the office of my Great Uncle's company. But they offered, and I could do with the money. Except that this is the side of my family who were snippy with ours for sending my little brother to an integrated school. I may have to be degenerate and liberal just to piss them off. I could always tell them about my girlfriend... ;)
I am involved in making a spreadsheet of my fics to work out a) just how screwed I am in terms of writing in white male POV, b) whether I should upsticks and move to Whoverse fandom. I'm calculating words/feedback, and so far I'm on the side of moving. You know that I can write for one evening in Torchwood and get the same feedback as I get for days/weeks/months of other stuff? *sighs* My effort is disproportionate to my rewards. *pathetic face* This moaning brought to you by the fact that I can finish nothing, Westward Look most of all.
Poll What should I be writing?
poll,
real life: no plans,
writing: blocked!,
writing: taking requests