it's easier to post the smut when i don't know who's reading it
today was marked by lots of slack and tumbling, because apparently tumblr is where i live now. >.< class registration at work starts next week (i think) which means... i might get to meet - well, "meet" - undergrads. O.O. at least the advisees of some of my pi's. could be fun! could be a lot of them asking me questions i can't answer! who knows!
last night at writing group i got some lovely comments and good critiques and suggestions on my story, which is always nice. i mean, i'm in it for the critique but sometimes all you get is critique, and it's a little discouraging to not have any idea what actually works. but they liked it, so. during the "what have you done the past two weeks" part i said well, i got a wild hair up my ass and wrote almost 7200 words on friday, and when they asked so when are we going to get to read it, i said never, it wasn't written to be read. and that was very freeing. pretty much everything i write is under the assumption someone's going to read it, and i think one of the reasons i could write so much at once is that i wasn't expecting anyone to see it. also i mentioned that it gets VERY PURPLE and there's A LOT of sex in it, and i'm not up to sharing the boysmut with writing group.
of course now i want to post some of it, i mean the lighthouse keeper and the agoraphobe who's in love with him are very cute, but i'm pretty sure there's no one still around who used to read my (non-lj-idol) original fic, back when i still wrote it.
i may or may not have another idea for next year's big bang (here i'm assuming there will be a bang next year), because if i didn't change my mind at least once i wouldn't be me. dear-tiger calls me the bunny farmer - which always makes me think of the bullet farmer in mad max: fury road - but i think it's less that i germinate plot bunnies like zucchini and more that i'm a magpie attracted to shiny things and i have no attention span.
i'm hopeful for the return of girl scout cookie season this winter, because THERE'S A NEW COOKIE FLAVOR. and it is FRENCH TOAST. the cookies are of course shaped like slices of bread. :D
the subversive world of jello. yes, wiggly jiggly jello. it's not just molded desserts with canned fruit any more.
poe dameron: gay or european? i don't even remember where i saw this, but probably tumblr. i giggled. a lot.
last night at writing group i got some lovely comments and good critiques and suggestions on my story, which is always nice. i mean, i'm in it for the critique but sometimes all you get is critique, and it's a little discouraging to not have any idea what actually works. but they liked it, so. during the "what have you done the past two weeks" part i said well, i got a wild hair up my ass and wrote almost 7200 words on friday, and when they asked so when are we going to get to read it, i said never, it wasn't written to be read. and that was very freeing. pretty much everything i write is under the assumption someone's going to read it, and i think one of the reasons i could write so much at once is that i wasn't expecting anyone to see it. also i mentioned that it gets VERY PURPLE and there's A LOT of sex in it, and i'm not up to sharing the boysmut with writing group.
of course now i want to post some of it, i mean the lighthouse keeper and the agoraphobe who's in love with him are very cute, but i'm pretty sure there's no one still around who used to read my (non-lj-idol) original fic, back when i still wrote it.
i may or may not have another idea for next year's big bang (here i'm assuming there will be a bang next year), because if i didn't change my mind at least once i wouldn't be me. dear-tiger calls me the bunny farmer - which always makes me think of the bullet farmer in mad max: fury road - but i think it's less that i germinate plot bunnies like zucchini and more that i'm a magpie attracted to shiny things and i have no attention span.
i'm hopeful for the return of girl scout cookie season this winter, because THERE'S A NEW COOKIE FLAVOR. and it is FRENCH TOAST. the cookies are of course shaped like slices of bread. :D
the subversive world of jello. yes, wiggly jiggly jello. it's not just molded desserts with canned fruit any more.
poe dameron: gay or european? i don't even remember where i saw this, but probably tumblr. i giggled. a lot.