Project C insists on becoming a series (of vignettes! Vignettes! Not chapters!), so there's that.

And then there's heroes_bigboom, which:


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Okay. So, I've given up on (for now; for now) Projects A and B that I was supposed to be working on, in favor of Project C, which I was struck by inspiration for and want to jot down as quickly as possible because otherwise I'll lose inspiration for it. Because Project C has the potential to be awesome (more so if I wasn't writing it, but even then ( Read more... )

Okay. So here's the thing. I've been slacking off. I have way too much stuff to write and haven't done any of it. Because of that, here and now, I am making a vow, to myself, to finish something tomorrow, before I go to work. To that end, I will be going to bed at a reasonable hour, and waking up, at single digit hours of the AM (ie, before 10:00 ( Read more... )

Stupid freakin' fictional characters who won't quit snarking at each other and do each other what I want. Garrr ( Read more... )

Why, brain, why?

You know I have at ton of stuff to write! heroes_bigboom! Plaude snarkfest! That other Steve/Tony you stupidly made me sign up for! And, oh yeah, HB! You know this!

Then why (oh dear god, why?!?) do you keep throwing me bits of dialogue and snippets of a training scene between our dear Dubbie and Sensei Ping?

Why? Is it because I was stupid ( Read more... )

Mwahah! I have, in the space of 24 hours, finished and posted one rounds_of_kink piece ( Steve/Tony w/ references to angel sex although, not really, if anyone's interested), and one...well, let's call it preparation piece for another rounds_of_kink prompt ( Plaude snark). Of course, both prove that I'm...not a a kinky writer person at all. *big sigh*

Or, why visiblemarket should not be left in or around the poetry section at work. It never ends well.

The Other
He invented a face for himself.
Behind it,
he lived, died, and was resurrected
many times
Today his face
has the wrinkles of that face.
His wrinkles have no face.--Octavio Paz ( Read more... )

It's snowing! My house looks all pretty! And so very, very white.

Yes, I'm self-loathing. I'm dealing with it.

And now I have loads of time to write.

Which never really works out for me. Oh, well.