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I'm such an idiot some time.
So, the massively self-indulgent hurt/comfort dom/sub verse Clint/Coulson fic I wrote after last squee fest. I sat down at the start of January to edit it and the first section was terrible. Like, really genuinely bad. I re-wrote it but it made me panic a lot. Like what if, for some reason, I've suddenly become terrible at writing. What if, for some reason, everything I've written has always been like this (which I know is bullcrap because I've re-read stuff I've written and I'm not a shining star of wonder in this messed up world but I'm alright, even pretty damn good sometimes).
So I've been silently worrying and avoiding this fic but I've signed up for a few fic challenges and I've been enjoying co-writing a lot (because even when I don't believe in my writing I still do it) and I thought, right, I need to go and either delete this thing or sort it out.
Turns out, it's only the first section that needed heavy edits. I mean, it's not perfect but it's a hell of a lot better then I for some reason thought it was. Probably belongs in the 'pretty good, actually' box instead of the 'let me forget I ever wrote this' box.
So, basically, I spent the last month being all 'woe is me' when I didn't have to. Oh me.
In other news, I was meant to be at a family christening today but my mum has a horrible cold so we're not bothering (we're not really close to that side of the family anyway).
I got my card for Supernatural pairing bingo. Crack is going to happen.
I went to Rochadale yesterday to a tiny convention that consisted, literally, of two dealers, some very bored guests, two TARDIS, two doctors, one Dakel, one star trek cosplay group, some replica Star Wars props, and a pushy woman selling convention merchandise. So, yeah. I did buy some cheap comics from one of the dealers but I almost didn't as he was basically stood there chatting to any guys who came up but ignored me. I nearly just walked away but they books were about half the price I'd pay in a shop so...but it pissed me off. I never knew a penis was a requirement for reading comics.
But, as the con was kind of a let down I went in to Leeds instead and finally found the comic shops there (I'd never found them before) so I got my comics, then I got American candy from the American candy store. Then I got a notebook from Waterstones. I like Leeds. It's actually a nice city to just walk around. They had a craft fair too though some of the things people sell make my laugh. There was a person selling mass produced copper color charms (I know they were mass produced as I know where she got them, I have some, so I know the markup she put on them) with modern watch innards stuck to them and she was claiming it was steampunk. Erm, no. Not even close. I don't even. There was some really adorable and inspiring silver work though, makes me want to do jewelry again, I need to get on to that as A10 is creeping up and I have no guest presents yet.
Back to work tomorrow. I'm actually looking forward to it. I do wish this job paid a decent wage and, you know, it lasted more then just 5 weeks more :(
So, the massively self-indulgent hurt/comfort dom/sub verse Clint/Coulson fic I wrote after last squee fest. I sat down at the start of January to edit it and the first section was terrible. Like, really genuinely bad. I re-wrote it but it made me panic a lot. Like what if, for some reason, I've suddenly become terrible at writing. What if, for some reason, everything I've written has always been like this (which I know is bullcrap because I've re-read stuff I've written and I'm not a shining star of wonder in this messed up world but I'm alright, even pretty damn good sometimes).
So I've been silently worrying and avoiding this fic but I've signed up for a few fic challenges and I've been enjoying co-writing a lot (because even when I don't believe in my writing I still do it) and I thought, right, I need to go and either delete this thing or sort it out.
Turns out, it's only the first section that needed heavy edits. I mean, it's not perfect but it's a hell of a lot better then I for some reason thought it was. Probably belongs in the 'pretty good, actually' box instead of the 'let me forget I ever wrote this' box.
So, basically, I spent the last month being all 'woe is me' when I didn't have to. Oh me.
In other news, I was meant to be at a family christening today but my mum has a horrible cold so we're not bothering (we're not really close to that side of the family anyway).
I got my card for Supernatural pairing bingo. Crack is going to happen.
I went to Rochadale yesterday to a tiny convention that consisted, literally, of two dealers, some very bored guests, two TARDIS, two doctors, one Dakel, one star trek cosplay group, some replica Star Wars props, and a pushy woman selling convention merchandise. So, yeah. I did buy some cheap comics from one of the dealers but I almost didn't as he was basically stood there chatting to any guys who came up but ignored me. I nearly just walked away but they books were about half the price I'd pay in a shop so...but it pissed me off. I never knew a penis was a requirement for reading comics.
But, as the con was kind of a let down I went in to Leeds instead and finally found the comic shops there (I'd never found them before) so I got my comics, then I got American candy from the American candy store. Then I got a notebook from Waterstones. I like Leeds. It's actually a nice city to just walk around. They had a craft fair too though some of the things people sell make my laugh. There was a person selling mass produced copper color charms (I know they were mass produced as I know where she got them, I have some, so I know the markup she put on them) with modern watch innards stuck to them and she was claiming it was steampunk. Erm, no. Not even close. I don't even. There was some really adorable and inspiring silver work though, makes me want to do jewelry again, I need to get on to that as A10 is creeping up and I have no guest presents yet.
Back to work tomorrow. I'm actually looking forward to it. I do wish this job paid a decent wage and, you know, it lasted more then just 5 weeks more :(