*hearts you all*
Dear self:
You are not allowed to write Childe Bruce's Pilgrimage, no matter how much you would giggle. For one thing, imagine trying to write like Byron. Your head would explode. And even if you wrote in prose, you hate Byronic heroes. You want to throw things at them.
I appear to have hurt my wrist somehow. I put weight on it getting out of bed and it went 'crunch' and now there is pain. *sadface*
Mildredmilton, I have started working on your story!
I am halfway through No Man's Land, which I had never read before. Have a Cass bunny. Writing.
Have three or four fics ready to post. Have also three essays to write in a week. *stabs procrastinating brain*
*makes ready to go to Latin*
You are not allowed to write Childe Bruce's Pilgrimage, no matter how much you would giggle. For one thing, imagine trying to write like Byron. Your head would explode. And even if you wrote in prose, you hate Byronic heroes. You want to throw things at them.
I appear to have hurt my wrist somehow. I put weight on it getting out of bed and it went 'crunch' and now there is pain. *sadface*
Mildredmilton, I have started working on your story!
I am halfway through No Man's Land, which I had never read before. Have a Cass bunny. Writing.
Have three or four fics ready to post. Have also three essays to write in a week. *stabs procrastinating brain*
*makes ready to go to Latin*