I have a problem, and it's a new fandom...
Watch Doctor Who, Emily and Megan said.
You'll like it, Emily and Megan said.
It's full of fun humor and adventure and loyalty and action, Emily and Megan said.
Why are you sobbing on the floor, Emily and Megan said.
I thought they would spare me at least a sliver of their hearts when they talked me into watching Sherlock...
I'm never listening to them again, for as long as I live.
On a side note, this is the last time I'll have free time until I've relocated myself to Plano, Texas. I'm getting married in a week and a day (and just ordered my wedding donuts, because I fucking can't stand cake). I'm packing up the crap I don't use on a daily basis, and beginning to, quite frankly, freak the fuck out.
On a slightly different note, I'm actually kicking ass when it comes to forcing myself to write my original story. I hope, with all of my heart, to finish by the end of the year, as since September I've managed to crap out 100 pages (and that's -while- working two jobs, plus planning a wedding and a cross country move), but I promise nothing. I'm terrified of rejection, so I might just skip sending it to actual publishers and simply do self publishing on Amazon. I am still debating if I should publish it under a pen name, too, because I truly am that terrified of people not liking it... Oh, gods, I'm such a weenie.
You'll like it, Emily and Megan said.
It's full of fun humor and adventure and loyalty and action, Emily and Megan said.
Why are you sobbing on the floor, Emily and Megan said.
I thought they would spare me at least a sliver of their hearts when they talked me into watching Sherlock...
I'm never listening to them again, for as long as I live.
On a side note, this is the last time I'll have free time until I've relocated myself to Plano, Texas. I'm getting married in a week and a day (and just ordered my wedding donuts, because I fucking can't stand cake). I'm packing up the crap I don't use on a daily basis, and beginning to, quite frankly, freak the fuck out.
On a slightly different note, I'm actually kicking ass when it comes to forcing myself to write my original story. I hope, with all of my heart, to finish by the end of the year, as since September I've managed to crap out 100 pages (and that's -while- working two jobs, plus planning a wedding and a cross country move), but I promise nothing. I'm terrified of rejection, so I might just skip sending it to actual publishers and simply do self publishing on Amazon. I am still debating if I should publish it under a pen name, too, because I truly am that terrified of people not liking it... Oh, gods, I'm such a weenie.