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First off, a brief but very heartfelt congratulations to everyone who participated in NaNoWriMo, and to everyone who won this year. My buddy list on the NaNo site is a sea of purple and I'm really thrilled for everyone! :D
Second, to everyone who I owe thoughts and replies to, I promise I haven't forgotten about you, and will get to them as soon as I'm able. Between it being the end of the month and the laptop being in the shop, I have a serious case of both the "I don't wannas" and the "can't be arseds" and my mind seems to go on vacation (without me, mind you!) every time I sit down to try to accomplish anything. Mostly, I'm really exhausted and should probably make it a point to go to bed early tonight if I can. Bleh.
In other news I was a good girl and went out to dinner with several of my coworkers last night and didn't blurt out that I knew where to find (let alone had written) better smut than 50 Shades... and also "BDSM, yer doin' it wrong." I didn't, I kept my mouth shut and smiled and we actually had an absolutely lovely time and I really do like them and like hanging out with them. I just hadn't realized recently how much energy it takes to pretend to be "normal" (ie, not talking about gods or rituals or kinky sex or being polyamorous or randomly blurting out something about trying to write an Avengers AU where they run an event-planning business. Because, you know, I'm happy and proud to be and do all of those things... but it doesn't mean that it's the kind of thing that should be brought up in casual, vaguely work-related conversation or dinner. It's bad enough that my boss knows objectively that I write fanfiction.)
Second, to everyone who I owe thoughts and replies to, I promise I haven't forgotten about you, and will get to them as soon as I'm able. Between it being the end of the month and the laptop being in the shop, I have a serious case of both the "I don't wannas" and the "can't be arseds" and my mind seems to go on vacation (without me, mind you!) every time I sit down to try to accomplish anything. Mostly, I'm really exhausted and should probably make it a point to go to bed early tonight if I can. Bleh.
In other news I was a good girl and went out to dinner with several of my coworkers last night and didn't blurt out that I knew where to find (let alone had written) better smut than 50 Shades... and also "BDSM, yer doin' it wrong." I didn't, I kept my mouth shut and smiled and we actually had an absolutely lovely time and I really do like them and like hanging out with them. I just hadn't realized recently how much energy it takes to pretend to be "normal" (ie, not talking about gods or rituals or kinky sex or being polyamorous or randomly blurting out something about trying to write an Avengers AU where they run an event-planning business. Because, you know, I'm happy and proud to be and do all of those things... but it doesn't mean that it's the kind of thing that should be brought up in casual, vaguely work-related conversation or dinner. It's bad enough that my boss knows objectively that I write fanfiction.)