it's not a bullet list if I can't remember the html code to make bullets
I just got an invite via Facebook to a concert being held at an RV park. Um, think I'll pass, thanks, high school acquaintance!
Remember when I was all, "I'm nearly done with the long-for-me fic!" Yeah, I totally lied. Now I think it's about half done, and I still haven't written the conversation that makes clear the original (central?) concept of the AU. Eventually, I will need a title and a beta. (AU? Beta? Who is this stranger who has taken over ifreet's journal, and what does she want?)
I'm considering signing up for Midsummer? On the one hand, writing plate is slightly full at the moment. On the other, it could be fun, and it's only 1000 words? I don't know what I'd request, though.
I had slightly substantive things I wanted to post about earlier, but working in receiving is killing me dead with the tiredness. And now I'm back there for three more days. I'm glad for the hours, but last night I was drunk-tired by ten. Naturally, today I went to the gym after work instead of, say, napping. Turns out, after a certain point, running is addictive. So, instead of a real post, y'all get this. Yay!
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Remember when I was all, "I'm nearly done with the long-for-me fic!" Yeah, I totally lied. Now I think it's about half done, and I still haven't written the conversation that makes clear the original (central?) concept of the AU. Eventually, I will need a title and a beta. (AU? Beta? Who is this stranger who has taken over ifreet's journal, and what does she want?)
I'm considering signing up for Midsummer? On the one hand, writing plate is slightly full at the moment. On the other, it could be fun, and it's only 1000 words? I don't know what I'd request, though.
I had slightly substantive things I wanted to post about earlier, but working in receiving is killing me dead with the tiredness. And now I'm back there for three more days. I'm glad for the hours, but last night I was drunk-tired by ten. Naturally, today I went to the gym after work instead of, say, napping. Turns out, after a certain point, running is addictive. So, instead of a real post, y'all get this. Yay!
This entry was originally posted here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently
comments.