Musing
I made no secret about this being a sock puppet account when I created it. The wonderful and amazing denig37 even made me the most adorable icon to go with it. *points*
My first-ever foray into RPS in general and J2 specifically - as a Gen SPN fanfic writer (when I'm not working on my original story, and with one teeny tiny foray into het and one tiny slashy piece by extra-special request) I know most of my usual readers wouldn't care to read this and I brought along those who would. *waves*
I thought when I was done with this story, and whatever timestamps are eating my brain, that I could just wander away from this account and not look back. Having done what I set out to do - that is: tackled a writing project that I knew would be incredibly difficult for me - I would have accomplished my task and be able to stumble back to the world I know.
Apparently my scrying bowl was damaged in transit somewhere, because I never anticipated meeting all you amazing people. Which, in retrospect, was inconcievably stupid of me since I KNOW the people in this fandom are the most amazing people ever, anywhere. 2+2= math was never my forte. /facepalm
So, here's a pic (because I'm a sucker for visual stimuli) and what I'm l istening to (because I'm also a sucker for auditory stimuli) and I'm grabbing my coffee and pencil so I can finish up this bloody chapter for you crazy kids. *grin* You all completely rock my socks off.
(Mmmm I see his stomach and that's really all I ever need in life to be happy - his stomach and the endless variety of things that can happen involving it.)
My first-ever foray into RPS in general and J2 specifically - as a Gen SPN fanfic writer (when I'm not working on my original story, and with one teeny tiny foray into het and one tiny slashy piece by extra-special request) I know most of my usual readers wouldn't care to read this and I brought along those who would. *waves*
I thought when I was done with this story, and whatever timestamps are eating my brain, that I could just wander away from this account and not look back. Having done what I set out to do - that is: tackled a writing project that I knew would be incredibly difficult for me - I would have accomplished my task and be able to stumble back to the world I know.
Apparently my scrying bowl was damaged in transit somewhere, because I never anticipated meeting all you amazing people. Which, in retrospect, was inconcievably stupid of me since I KNOW the people in this fandom are the most amazing people ever, anywhere. 2+2= math was never my forte. /facepalm
So, here's a pic (because I'm a sucker for visual stimuli) and what I'm l istening to (because I'm also a sucker for auditory stimuli) and I'm grabbing my coffee and pencil so I can finish up this bloody chapter for you crazy kids. *grin* You all completely rock my socks off.
(Mmmm I see his stomach and that's really all I ever need in life to be happy - his stomach and the endless variety of things that can happen involving it.)