Blood-letting for fun and friendship
If it’s 4am it must be LJ post time ::sigh:: Memo to self - get a life, soon
Productive if slightly psychotic weekend mainly comprised of trying to write new scenes whilst simultaneously editing older scenes as they whizzed back hot off super beta’s aka msscullyred's laptop. SB (often spotted soaring overhead, nifty scarlet cape billowing in breeze, yelling “Less is more” through pesky if effective loudspeaker) now multi-tasking to a scary degree by using razor-sharp wit to slice and dice my prose down to a more stylish bonsai fic at same time dealing with chaos of own immeasurably more complex life with much dignity and grace (wanna be Red when grow up). Thankful for all efforts even when scalpel goes right through middle of much loved piece of purple prose. Luckily am made of sterling stuff (must have some Winchester blood in veins after all), only did duck lips once, and moved on. Embrace pain - make it your friend, and write better damnit!
End of the world as I know it now seems to be a week away (finish line keeps moving in disturbing mirage-like manner). Hope arrives before this breaks the 20,000-word barrier (this clap is definitely one that will be heard all around the LJ world). Hmmm only 3,000 off that now - may be a close race. Start stockpiling the balloons and streamers. Massive party planned. Or at the very least, some much needed sleep.
Then time to return favour for Red’s own imminent masterpiece - Pastor Jim angst is a cool font to drown in. Blessed be.
Meantime just sitting here waiting for dawn’s freakin’ chorus so I can move cars out of garage, drag 6’ ladder in, climb to ceiling (please no demons today - no time, Wednesday is fine though), spend an hour trying to get old bulb out of auto-garage door tech thingy, stick new one in, climb down, dropkick ladder into dusty corner, re-stable not so chic cars (not Impalas so who cares?), press magic switch and hopefully Hey presto - let there be light! Though possibly not in as cool a manner as Bowie’s Tesla. If not, have to do all over again with another bulb. Didn’t I just do this a month ago? Don’t make light bulbs like Tesla or Edison did anymore. Oh, then go to gym ::groan:: and work ::there are no words dark enough:: See? Told you needed life!
Hang on what was that I just heard? Ahem, I mean:
Hark? ‘Twere those the bells of an SPN Christmas Challenge ringing through the forest?
No, don’t do it! Hold me back - please?
Productive if slightly psychotic weekend mainly comprised of trying to write new scenes whilst simultaneously editing older scenes as they whizzed back hot off super beta’s aka msscullyred's laptop. SB (often spotted soaring overhead, nifty scarlet cape billowing in breeze, yelling “Less is more” through pesky if effective loudspeaker) now multi-tasking to a scary degree by using razor-sharp wit to slice and dice my prose down to a more stylish bonsai fic at same time dealing with chaos of own immeasurably more complex life with much dignity and grace (wanna be Red when grow up). Thankful for all efforts even when scalpel goes right through middle of much loved piece of purple prose. Luckily am made of sterling stuff (must have some Winchester blood in veins after all), only did duck lips once, and moved on. Embrace pain - make it your friend, and write better damnit!
End of the world as I know it now seems to be a week away (finish line keeps moving in disturbing mirage-like manner). Hope arrives before this breaks the 20,000-word barrier (this clap is definitely one that will be heard all around the LJ world). Hmmm only 3,000 off that now - may be a close race. Start stockpiling the balloons and streamers. Massive party planned. Or at the very least, some much needed sleep.
Then time to return favour for Red’s own imminent masterpiece - Pastor Jim angst is a cool font to drown in. Blessed be.
Meantime just sitting here waiting for dawn’s freakin’ chorus so I can move cars out of garage, drag 6’ ladder in, climb to ceiling (please no demons today - no time, Wednesday is fine though), spend an hour trying to get old bulb out of auto-garage door tech thingy, stick new one in, climb down, dropkick ladder into dusty corner, re-stable not so chic cars (not Impalas so who cares?), press magic switch and hopefully Hey presto - let there be light! Though possibly not in as cool a manner as Bowie’s Tesla. If not, have to do all over again with another bulb. Didn’t I just do this a month ago? Don’t make light bulbs like Tesla or Edison did anymore. Oh, then go to gym ::groan:: and work ::there are no words dark enough:: See? Told you needed life!
Hang on what was that I just heard? Ahem, I mean:
Hark? ‘Twere those the bells of an SPN Christmas Challenge ringing through the forest?
No, don’t do it! Hold me back - please?