In which Obi-Wan's typist is insane
So I've applied for Theatrical Muse, gods help me.
Had to do it this aft cos there's a gigantic blizzard bearing down on St. John's, and Dad was reminding us: "Right, if there's anything you've got to get done which requires electricity, do it now, cos last time there was a blizzard we didn't have power for five days." And for some reason that put me in mind of TM and my paranoid brain went "Ohnoez!! What if someone applies to TM with Obi-Wan and I'm cheated out of getting him due to a blizzard?????" Cue panic, and me dumping sprogs with Cam for fifteen minutes so I could write up a quick app. Hopefully it's acceptable and doesn't show too many signs of having been written under duress. (Duress being Megan yelling for Mum; she's got a slight cold and seems happy only when she's in my arms. Which would be why am currently typing one-handed and avoiding capital letters at all costs.)
So anyway. We'll see how that goes.
It's funny to me how involved I've become with this writing business ever since Liz introduced me to the idea of prompt comms. Previously I hadn't written a word of fanfic - that I was willing to show to members of the public, that is - in about three years. Not since starting uni, anyway. And right now, forget it. Even the meagre little roleplays I'm involved in, very unofficially I might add, mostly take place at night after sproglets are asleep. But I figure I should be able to manage once-a-month stuff, anyway. Being in Newfoundland helps, Michelle and Megan are pretty gregarious except when they've got colds and so there's always plenty of people to pass them off to. Not that I don't spend the majority of each day with them anyway, cos I do. ;-) But breaks are lovely too.
Talking of which, mine's up, so I'd best scram. And yeah, this entry probably should've been made in my personal journal, but I'm too lazy/busy to switch between accounts. So there. :-)
Had to do it this aft cos there's a gigantic blizzard bearing down on St. John's, and Dad was reminding us: "Right, if there's anything you've got to get done which requires electricity, do it now, cos last time there was a blizzard we didn't have power for five days." And for some reason that put me in mind of TM and my paranoid brain went "Ohnoez!! What if someone applies to TM with Obi-Wan and I'm cheated out of getting him due to a blizzard?????" Cue panic, and me dumping sprogs with Cam for fifteen minutes so I could write up a quick app. Hopefully it's acceptable and doesn't show too many signs of having been written under duress. (Duress being Megan yelling for Mum; she's got a slight cold and seems happy only when she's in my arms. Which would be why am currently typing one-handed and avoiding capital letters at all costs.)
So anyway. We'll see how that goes.
It's funny to me how involved I've become with this writing business ever since Liz introduced me to the idea of prompt comms. Previously I hadn't written a word of fanfic - that I was willing to show to members of the public, that is - in about three years. Not since starting uni, anyway. And right now, forget it. Even the meagre little roleplays I'm involved in, very unofficially I might add, mostly take place at night after sproglets are asleep. But I figure I should be able to manage once-a-month stuff, anyway. Being in Newfoundland helps, Michelle and Megan are pretty gregarious except when they've got colds and so there's always plenty of people to pass them off to. Not that I don't spend the majority of each day with them anyway, cos I do. ;-) But breaks are lovely too.
Talking of which, mine's up, so I'd best scram. And yeah, this entry probably should've been made in my personal journal, but I'm too lazy/busy to switch between accounts. So there. :-)