no seriously, girl. turn off that red light.
Things and stuff:
1) I moved last week, and have since discovered that unpacking in a new house is vastly preferable to packing in your old house. I wasn't fully aware of this fact, as I somehow managed never to fully unpack in the last three places I've lived.
2) I have feeeelings about the Who series finale, but I have yet to find the words to articulate them. Maybe I will just rewatch the episode and then take pictures of my expressions as I grapple with the wonderful terrible incoherent mess that was...whatever that episode was called. The Wedding of River Song! Oh, River. I finally want to write fic about you. This is not necessarily a good sign.
3) I have been reading Dances with Dragons forever, but I never seem to get any closer to the middle, much less the end. Every day I read a few fantastic, soul-crushing chapters, and every night George R.R. Martin sneaks into my bedroom while I sleep and adds about 100 more eye-jelly filled pages. That George. The man loves his eye-jelly.
4) I've taken to watching Tangled as my pre-bedtime, post-eye-jelly soother. Soon I will know all the dialogue and begin muttering the lyrics of the songs in my sleep, alarming any jolly multi-millionaire fantasy writers who just happen to be passing through. Fic recommendations are highly appreciated; I've already read everything on AO3, but I figure there must be more somewhere.
5) The past two and a half months have been my longest writing dry spell in a long damn time. To be fair, the process of finding a house and moving into it has been rather time consuming, but I'm perturbed by my complete lack of motivation on all my various WIPs. (WsIP.) I'm seriously considering giving NaNoWriMo a shot this year -- I've planned to do it before, but always got distracted by fic before noon on the 1st. We'll see. That Portland hipster werewolf novel isn't going to write itself.
6) Community gave us another stellar episode this week. Whenever I think of it, I am filled with love and mini-pies. (They taste just like regular sized pies.)
7) I am trying to teach myself to like yogurt. It is not a pleasant process.
1) I moved last week, and have since discovered that unpacking in a new house is vastly preferable to packing in your old house. I wasn't fully aware of this fact, as I somehow managed never to fully unpack in the last three places I've lived.
2) I have feeeelings about the Who series finale, but I have yet to find the words to articulate them. Maybe I will just rewatch the episode and then take pictures of my expressions as I grapple with the wonderful terrible incoherent mess that was...whatever that episode was called. The Wedding of River Song! Oh, River. I finally want to write fic about you. This is not necessarily a good sign.
3) I have been reading Dances with Dragons forever, but I never seem to get any closer to the middle, much less the end. Every day I read a few fantastic, soul-crushing chapters, and every night George R.R. Martin sneaks into my bedroom while I sleep and adds about 100 more eye-jelly filled pages. That George. The man loves his eye-jelly.
4) I've taken to watching Tangled as my pre-bedtime, post-eye-jelly soother. Soon I will know all the dialogue and begin muttering the lyrics of the songs in my sleep, alarming any jolly multi-millionaire fantasy writers who just happen to be passing through. Fic recommendations are highly appreciated; I've already read everything on AO3, but I figure there must be more somewhere.
5) The past two and a half months have been my longest writing dry spell in a long damn time. To be fair, the process of finding a house and moving into it has been rather time consuming, but I'm perturbed by my complete lack of motivation on all my various WIPs. (WsIP.) I'm seriously considering giving NaNoWriMo a shot this year -- I've planned to do it before, but always got distracted by fic before noon on the 1st. We'll see. That Portland hipster werewolf novel isn't going to write itself.
6) Community gave us another stellar episode this week. Whenever I think of it, I am filled with love and mini-pies. (They taste just like regular sized pies.)
7) I am trying to teach myself to like yogurt. It is not a pleasant process.