a note from the underground

May 29, 2009 13:22

The worst thing about being sick is that it messes up the habits I've been trying to cultivate. Instead of reading and writing steadily, for the past few days I've been sitting in bed wallowing in tissues and snot. Not a lovely image, I know. I've puttered around in the Internet here and there but I lacked the motivation to participate. It's only now that I've 99% well that I've forced myself to get out of bed and start writing again. Motivation is difficult for me, so I'm taking it easy.

I'm working on the final part of that Simone/Reese series I started. At some point I will get on the Spock/Uhura fics (thanks for the ideas!). You know me, I'll get requests done, but they won't show up until months later. I need to work on that.

My interview to work in England went will, I think. But I think it's one of those things where I'll get the job even if I come in dressed in a bikini and tell the interviewer I will beat children if they sass me. I wish I'd got a free pen from the promotion the agency was doing, though.

Three men I'm calling dibs on right now for writing purposes: Chris Pine (I've already got a fic in mind where he's the image of my lead), Anton Yelchin (I've loved him since Spielberg's miniseries Taken), and Sam Worthington. I'll cut anyone who tries anything.

life, writing

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