don't shed no tears
I keep writing posts in my head, but they are full of carping that people love things I loathe with a vengeance and would like to see wiped from the face of the earth, and upsetting a bunch of people, while it might give me some brief satisfaction in the moment (and I do admire a well-phrased, pithy rant), would just make me feel shitty over the long-term, so mostly I have been been writing those posts in my head and finding no relief from them.
Possibly I might be less cranky if I could write fic, but as much as I really want to, I kind of hate every wip I have, or rather, I hate that I have no idea what to DO with all of them. I mean, I guess I know vaguely where they're supposed to go, but meh. it is not thrilling me. I was hoping to get some writing done today, and I did, but it was all work-related. Yay for getting a project off my desk. But writing about the impact of the looming HHC budget cuts on HIV prevention programs just doesn't have the same zing as, well, almost anything fictional (it's also a lot more depressing than any fiction I write). On the upside, the boss liked it and thought it was well-written and concise. I was thinking this morning on my commute how much I miss writing Mal. Could there be Firefly fic in my future? Possibly. I would just like to write something someday soon. Meh.
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I had a pulled pork sandwich for lunch today, on a very soft potato roll, and oh man, it was good. The roll had absorbed all the sauce and the whole thing was moist and tasty. I call the whole thing a success, even if washing that pot is going to scar me for life. Or at least require a good long soak in hot soapy water (for the pot, I mean, though I would also like a good long soak in hot, soapy water, preferably with good looking young men to scrub my back and rub my feet, but the odds are not in my favor).
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218 people signed up for remix! We still need people who qualify in Sherlock Holmes, if you know of any. And I'll try tonight to start getting out the eligibility checklists to people who said they'd help with that, so keep an eye out.
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Possibly I might be less cranky if I could write fic, but as much as I really want to, I kind of hate every wip I have, or rather, I hate that I have no idea what to DO with all of them. I mean, I guess I know vaguely where they're supposed to go, but meh. it is not thrilling me. I was hoping to get some writing done today, and I did, but it was all work-related. Yay for getting a project off my desk. But writing about the impact of the looming HHC budget cuts on HIV prevention programs just doesn't have the same zing as, well, almost anything fictional (it's also a lot more depressing than any fiction I write). On the upside, the boss liked it and thought it was well-written and concise. I was thinking this morning on my commute how much I miss writing Mal. Could there be Firefly fic in my future? Possibly. I would just like to write something someday soon. Meh.
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I had a pulled pork sandwich for lunch today, on a very soft potato roll, and oh man, it was good. The roll had absorbed all the sauce and the whole thing was moist and tasty. I call the whole thing a success, even if washing that pot is going to scar me for life. Or at least require a good long soak in hot soapy water (for the pot, I mean, though I would also like a good long soak in hot, soapy water, preferably with good looking young men to scrub my back and rub my feet, but the odds are not in my favor).
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218 people signed up for remix! We still need people who qualify in Sherlock Holmes, if you know of any. And I'll try tonight to start getting out the eligibility checklists to people who said they'd help with that, so keep an eye out.
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people have commented there.