Inspiration - it strikes like LIGHTNING!
I finally started the Dean/Chuck fic that's been plaguing me since I started playing through Wild ARMs 5 again. I only have the first section written and it needs a ton of work, but it feels so good to be writing again. I'm a little disappointed that I haven't been able to start the G Gundam oneshot that I've been planning for nearly three years, but I'll get around to it eventually.
Watching a video of the WA4 ending has placed an Arnaud/Jude plot bunny in my brain. That one's going to be much harder to write since the writers gave us no bloody clue as to how Arnaud thinks and acts in the ending, but it refuses to leave me alone. Besides, he has to get love from somewhere now that Raquel's dead.
Dealing with my flu-ridden roommate makes me wonder if I'm as annoying when I'm sick. I'd like to think not, since I like to just lay on the couch and give off a "bring me a glass of water and get the fuck away from me" vibe. I really do not need updates on her condition that come in the form of "Ugh, I feel like I'm going to DIE" or "I don't FEEL good" every thirty minutes. Nor do I need to listen to her complain how awful the special juice she bought tastes. I've decided that she needs to stop existing. Since that isn't possible (well, not unless I kill her), I'm counting the hours until she leaves for Florida Monday morning. (Huzzah!)
For reasons unknown I've been drawing pictures of zombie attacks in my notebook during class. I think it's because vicious, homicidal zombies have a much greater appeal than 90% of the material the prof rambles on about. :D
EDIT: The bitch in the apartment above mine has been blasting her music for an hour. She needs to die.
Watching a video of the WA4 ending has placed an Arnaud/Jude plot bunny in my brain. That one's going to be much harder to write since the writers gave us no bloody clue as to how Arnaud thinks and acts in the ending, but it refuses to leave me alone. Besides, he has to get love from somewhere now that Raquel's dead.
Dealing with my flu-ridden roommate makes me wonder if I'm as annoying when I'm sick. I'd like to think not, since I like to just lay on the couch and give off a "bring me a glass of water and get the fuck away from me" vibe. I really do not need updates on her condition that come in the form of "Ugh, I feel like I'm going to DIE" or "I don't FEEL good" every thirty minutes. Nor do I need to listen to her complain how awful the special juice she bought tastes. I've decided that she needs to stop existing. Since that isn't possible (well, not unless I kill her), I'm counting the hours until she leaves for Florida Monday morning. (Huzzah!)
For reasons unknown I've been drawing pictures of zombie attacks in my notebook during class. I think it's because vicious, homicidal zombies have a much greater appeal than 90% of the material the prof rambles on about. :D
EDIT: The bitch in the apartment above mine has been blasting her music for an hour. She needs to die.