Right now, I’ve got a problem with group frustration ( Read more... )

all I've got now is "god production issues are exhausting"

hope y'all having a better week

Now that work has ended, life is getting pretty peachy -- I've written one thing, drafted a whole bunch of others, am pretty sure that I'll be meeting my fic/draft-a-day personal helldeadline and the sun has come out for the first time in weeks to roast my holidaying skin!

At the back of my head is the silent, screaming terror that says I'm going ( Read more... )

With every post that I write that is not fic/writing, another bad no-good sad thing happens in the universe. D: Today it is my dog sitting on the floor ignoring me as I type my excuses. *FISTSHAKE ( Read more... )

Desk job is evil. Every day I find I have less and less to say to my fellow intern, not because he's uninteresting or that I desire to be sullen, but because the mornings leave me sapped of the desire to wake up. Things you only realise when you're doing something you shouldn't be doing: how much better you were at doing the things you are meant ( Read more... )

1. K has started work
2. Work is kicking K's ass
3. (Passive voice) K's ass is getting kicked by work.

In other words: in spite of my humongously huge writing to-do list of humungous, the fates have made it such that I am mostly too braindead by the end of the day to finish a fic in a single sitting, which is how most of the insanity is usually ( Read more... )

• Been writing nasdack again; very fun!
  
• Not been writing anything else; very sad!
  
• Met up with hhertzof; very exciting!
  
• Been reading Darwin - the man is obsessed with pigeons. I know it's stylistic differences at play here, but when I read pigeons and fancier in the same line my brain just can't take the heat.
  
• Gilgamesh, oh Gilgamesh. Every time I read it I ( Read more... )

So busy. Reading my life away. I miss all of you guys desperately. D: Again with the wanting to write but being unable to - but my first weekend is coming up, and hopefully something will come of it. jakslfjaklsfjlkasf

[EDIT] It occurs to me also that today, today is the 11th of September.

Things I am doing this weekend on pain of death. Man, I am the world's least reliable person to call work favours on, I DISGUST MYSELF. But today I shall pump in Lex Luthorian working skills and pump through this list like Brian Kinney going through a backroom; I will employ magical Roy Mustang smirking if necessary ( Read more... )

I am exhausted to the point of wanting to break things; work was fantastically bad today, and boss comes back tomorrow with what will likely be a cannister of whoop-ass, so I am going to stay up late tonight doing a Hundred Thousand Productive Things, but first ( Read more... )