I've been thinking about narrative kinks lately, and the many different ones I have. A major one I came up with is a kink for silence. Not enforced silence (gags, or the like), but the kind of silence that arises because the characters fail to communicate. That may well be because somewhat distant, emotionally repressed characters are whom I tend ( Read more... )

It seems I'll get the flat after all! I was at the guy's birthday last night and (as far as I can tell) got along with everyone there. Decent music, nice people, lots of dogs... my depressed mood didn't make it through the first bottle of beer. I couldn't stay all that long, sadly, having no car and the last train going before midnight, but that ( Read more... )

Heh, I just wrote 1,000 words in less than three hours. (I'm still behind on my count, and badly, but at least I don't feel quite so useless anymore ( Read more... )

Spent most of today with horse-friend, repairing the paddock and shelter for the winter and getting rid of insane amounts of manure. And staring at said friend's cleavage. Seriously, that girl wears tight, low-cut pullovers for everything. And she's really fucking pretty. *torn between appreciation and serious hormonally-induced discomfort ( Read more... )