I'm writing three stories in rotation just now.  Work on one for a while, then work on the next one, then the next. I suppose this is one way not to get writer's block? I mean, get blocked on one, move on to the next, but it is weird. I've never done this before. For the curious, one HL Southern Comfort fic (Depth of Field), one HL Aidan-verse/ ( Read more... )

I have a set of post-it notes that say, at the bottom, "Even if the voices aren't real they have some pretty good ideas." ( Long and bizarre true story )

Dear ankle,
Please to be remembering that the tendon is supposed to move around smoothly without sharp, achy spikes on some (but not all?!?) steps. I don't care how many times I've sprained you, and we're not discussing the partial break last August -- that was nine months ago, get over it!

No love,
Me

So much for ballet today...

My ballet instructor is a professional sadist -- she gets paid to make us hurt. Tonight, she earned her pay plus some. On behalf of my hamstrings, ouch ( Read more... )

I had no idea that rural highways were really fog machines. I found this out driving down through northern Mississippi, about 10:30 at night a few weeks ago. The roads were still much warmer than the air, and it had just started raining as I turned off the interstate. Every drop of water that hit the pavement immediately reverted to vapor, ( Read more... )