Running and Hiding
Oh well today has definitely been one of those days. Nothing to do with the lack of tea and everything to do with... the rest of me. Dissertation? Yeah lets blame that. As of this precise minute in time its standing at 7,500 words approx. but far too much of that is rough and Roland wants chapters 2 and 3 on Friday so guess what I'll be doing for the next day and a half?
And I want to write. I've got fic ideas running riot in my head, both original and NB-related (Nagayan in the shower anyone?). I stupidly decided to re-read a bit of The Three Crowns while eating dinner (which consisted of... soup) and then ended up reading half the bloody book. The stupid thing is over 100,000 words last time I checked and though I skipped most of the Regina bits, I'd forgotten how much I love Julianna when she's young and uncertain and bitching at Yatr left, right and center. And of course that means that I now want to read the second book in the series. And the short fics that cover the intervening years. And I want to re-draft The Three Crowns because it could be so much better now (I only finished the most recent draft of it last May which says something about how much my writing's improved in about 9 months!) and that of course leads me to think about re-drafting The War of Tremanthia and I still need to finish Genevieve because I NEED to see that showdown between Julianna and Regina on the boats with things catching fire around them and the whole ship falling apart and them fighting in amongst it all as Yatr has to watch because he knows he's not allowed to interfere no matter how much he may want to and... damn I miss writing my original stuff. And listening to some of the tracks that have been playing today have not been helping. I'm half-convinced that The Rasmus are writing songs to fit the most twisted parts of Julianna and Yatr's relationship because they work so well and...
Anyway. There was a point to this... oh yes, Dria = not good at the moment. Just so you know. Hence door staying shut most of the day and me sticking my headphones in to drown out the noise of the real world. Yes I do fail at asking for what I need and now I'm going to go back to my work seeing as sleep is deciding to be elusive tonight.
And I want to write. I've got fic ideas running riot in my head, both original and NB-related (Nagayan in the shower anyone?). I stupidly decided to re-read a bit of The Three Crowns while eating dinner (which consisted of... soup) and then ended up reading half the bloody book. The stupid thing is over 100,000 words last time I checked and though I skipped most of the Regina bits, I'd forgotten how much I love Julianna when she's young and uncertain and bitching at Yatr left, right and center. And of course that means that I now want to read the second book in the series. And the short fics that cover the intervening years. And I want to re-draft The Three Crowns because it could be so much better now (I only finished the most recent draft of it last May which says something about how much my writing's improved in about 9 months!) and that of course leads me to think about re-drafting The War of Tremanthia and I still need to finish Genevieve because I NEED to see that showdown between Julianna and Regina on the boats with things catching fire around them and the whole ship falling apart and them fighting in amongst it all as Yatr has to watch because he knows he's not allowed to interfere no matter how much he may want to and... damn I miss writing my original stuff. And listening to some of the tracks that have been playing today have not been helping. I'm half-convinced that The Rasmus are writing songs to fit the most twisted parts of Julianna and Yatr's relationship because they work so well and...
Anyway. There was a point to this... oh yes, Dria = not good at the moment. Just so you know. Hence door staying shut most of the day and me sticking my headphones in to drown out the noise of the real world. Yes I do fail at asking for what I need and now I'm going to go back to my work seeing as sleep is deciding to be elusive tonight.