Boo.
STRESSED. NOT HAPPY. RIDICULOUSLY BUSY.
Okay, that's a lie. I'm happy most of the time, but there are just periods of extreme, high stress which is just building and building. My temper is getting shorter daily, which is not a good thing considering how short it is to begin with, and it has resulted in much yelling everywhere, contributing further to the stress. I just want to bury my head under a pillow for a good, long while.
There's about 5000 or more words of Days Go By lying around unposted, and the ending is so close. Except I'm a little afraid to tackle the ending, because this fic has been going on for so long, I think whitedatura is going to have her baby before the fic is done, and I started this before she was pregnant a;slkdjasjkdfa. (On that note, whitedatura, your insight into pregnancy life has been revealing! Thank you!)
I wrote five paragraphs of a Sherlock fic in a late night frenzy. I can hear it calling me, but I'm trying to resist, I really am.
In a fit of insanity, I decided to post Changing Parameters to AO3 last night. After all, Changing Parameters was why I was desperate to get on AO3, because the parts were just a little too long for LJ's character limit, which ruined my intended sections. However, I spent ages on simple font color code, not understanding why it wouldn't show up in preview, before giving up and just posting it, thinking the colours aren't that important. And the red font showed up fine. Whut.
I haven't been reading my flist. ;___; I'm sorry...
Okay, that's a lie. I'm happy most of the time, but there are just periods of extreme, high stress which is just building and building. My temper is getting shorter daily, which is not a good thing considering how short it is to begin with, and it has resulted in much yelling everywhere, contributing further to the stress. I just want to bury my head under a pillow for a good, long while.
There's about 5000 or more words of Days Go By lying around unposted, and the ending is so close. Except I'm a little afraid to tackle the ending, because this fic has been going on for so long, I think whitedatura is going to have her baby before the fic is done, and I started this before she was pregnant a;slkdjasjkdfa. (On that note, whitedatura, your insight into pregnancy life has been revealing! Thank you!)
I wrote five paragraphs of a Sherlock fic in a late night frenzy. I can hear it calling me, but I'm trying to resist, I really am.
In a fit of insanity, I decided to post Changing Parameters to AO3 last night. After all, Changing Parameters was why I was desperate to get on AO3, because the parts were just a little too long for LJ's character limit, which ruined my intended sections. However, I spent ages on simple font color code, not understanding why it wouldn't show up in preview, before giving up and just posting it, thinking the colours aren't that important. And the red font showed up fine. Whut.
I haven't been reading my flist. ;___; I'm sorry...