Mmmmph. Titles require effort
Haven't posted in a while because.... meh havn't had a lot to say. Haven't written a dman thing since I got my remix assignments done and sent in - didn't pick up any pich-hits because there was nobody left with fondons I could write in (Naruto fic, me, YEAH RIGHT) - and not much interesting has happened. Well, there was Scaper Night - but for some reason I can't find the energy to give it the go-over it deserves.
Part of the reason for my malaise is I keep getting dissipointed in small, irritating ways. Both my Torchwood and SJA episode sources have dried up, so me looking forward to those was a bust, and remixthedrabble fic aren't being posted till Teusday, which is driving me quietly insane.
Reading Burbank con reports is just maing me depresed that I couldn't be there. God, those things are like potato chips - can't have just one! XP
I had icecream last night, that was a plesent surprise! And Mike made chicken burgers with all the fixins - NOM NOM NOM. We had a small unexpected windfall.
But I'm at work, and people are stupid, and I'm getting hungry, and I'm writer's blocked to all hell, and it just feels like I'm.... stuck. My life doesn't suck, there are plenty of awesome things I should be happy about going on right now - but I can't seem to get very worked up about any of them.
I'm going to post this and then attmpt to write some more. Please don't offer "get better soon" or anything - I mean my life is fine and I'm bitching. I feel like a jerk, and that stuff just makes it worse.
[ETA: Well, I did bang away at an old wip, and and added 838 words to it! That's a small sense of accomplishment.
Only a little bit behind, now....
It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
-Barenaked Ladies, Pinch Me
Part of the reason for my malaise is I keep getting dissipointed in small, irritating ways. Both my Torchwood and SJA episode sources have dried up, so me looking forward to those was a bust, and remixthedrabble fic aren't being posted till Teusday, which is driving me quietly insane.
Reading Burbank con reports is just maing me depresed that I couldn't be there. God, those things are like potato chips - can't have just one! XP
I had icecream last night, that was a plesent surprise! And Mike made chicken burgers with all the fixins - NOM NOM NOM. We had a small unexpected windfall.
But I'm at work, and people are stupid, and I'm getting hungry, and I'm writer's blocked to all hell, and it just feels like I'm.... stuck. My life doesn't suck, there are plenty of awesome things I should be happy about going on right now - but I can't seem to get very worked up about any of them.
I'm going to post this and then attmpt to write some more. Please don't offer "get better soon" or anything - I mean my life is fine and I'm bitching. I feel like a jerk, and that stuff just makes it worse.
[ETA: Well, I did bang away at an old wip, and and added 838 words to it! That's a small sense of accomplishment.
Only a little bit behind, now....
It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
-Barenaked Ladies, Pinch Me