Time is an enemy, fuckity fuck. Can't update fics now, can't participate in class, can't freaking relax on the weekends, can't leave work until early morning. Who does that? Who seriously considers bringing a sleeping bag over to work? And now I really really really regret going back to school. Ugh please let October come fast, fast fast. ( Read more... )

So, I'm visiting the family home this weekend, and I brought my little old-school writing notebook with me. My mom saw me writing on it this morning, and she said she's glad I'm writing again (after years of being inflicted with writers' block, of which she knows of). I was all, "gosh mom, thanks!" and I told her I already finished a multi-chapter ( Read more... )

Yep, I left my draft files for El Puente in the other computer and I won't be able to get them until Monday. I'm not sure I can rewrite them this weekend, given where I am. And here I was excited about posting part 6. And this happens just when I had the time! Guess I'll have to do it on Monday, and probably by then I'll also have the prologue/ ( Read more... )

So I’ve prescribed myself to write so I can channel my energy into something productive instead of something that would just stress me out. I haven’t written in a long time. I mean, I’ve written rants in my old-school journal (i.e., it’s a notebook), and I’ve written drabbles and one-shots here and there. But the momentum I’ve had in the past week ( Read more... )

OK, I've been on a friend-adding streak recently, and I noticed some take offense if people are adding them solely for fic reading. I hope nobody I added though will take offense, as I'm a voracious reader more than anything, and reading makes me happy. Or sad, or nostalgic, or feel any kind of emotion. But that's what I love about reading. And ( Read more... )

Oh Nando, you break my heart. What the fans are saying breaks my heart. Their anger and hurt break my heart. Imagining what you could be feeling right now breaks my heart, because I just know it couldn't have been easy for you to do what you did. But life goes on, it does. I guess we just loved you too much. Because honestly, these past few months ( Read more... )