Sneeze Your Womb Out? That's Your Plan?
Well, that's university over and done with.
...bit anticlimactic, really, isn't it? Hang on:
You defeated UNIVERSITY!
Thank you so much for your support, both in the comments to my previous entry and over the past four months of stress. I am so lucky to know all of you. (I suppose it's conceivable that You, The Reader might be someone I do not, in fact, know, but I'm sure you're excellent anyway.)
I feel a bit odd now. I don't quite know what to do when I don't have a massive deadline looming over me, it seems. What do people do when they're not panicking over dissertations?
Ooh, I can start writing again! Well, yes, I was writing before, but now I can write without guilt. The drive to write may well have scarpered now that the allure of procrastination no longer hovers about it, but let's give this a go anyway:
Give me a prompt (or several), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic.
(I should become slightly less terrible at responding to things now. Let's hope.)
...bit anticlimactic, really, isn't it? Hang on:
You defeated UNIVERSITY!
Thank you so much for your support, both in the comments to my previous entry and over the past four months of stress. I am so lucky to know all of you. (I suppose it's conceivable that You, The Reader might be someone I do not, in fact, know, but I'm sure you're excellent anyway.)
I feel a bit odd now. I don't quite know what to do when I don't have a massive deadline looming over me, it seems. What do people do when they're not panicking over dissertations?
Ooh, I can start writing again! Well, yes, I was writing before, but now I can write without guilt. The drive to write may well have scarpered now that the allure of procrastination no longer hovers about it, but let's give this a go anyway:
Give me a prompt (or several), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic.
(I should become slightly less terrible at responding to things now. Let's hope.)