The trouble with writing romance is I haven't kissed anyone in over twenty years and didn't enjoy it much when I did.  I can fake it decently, but sooner or later one runs out of reasonable adjectives.

Oh well, I write a mean spacewalk when I put my mind to it.

the impossible span of dreams

Friends having rough times, work trying to make me cry, parental units refusing to recognize a legitimate "no".  *sigh*  I hate being stressed, and I hate worse that other people are more stressed.  I want a backrub and a day's worth of naps, and maybe a swim in a nice empty pool while I'm at it ( Read more... )

I hate my apartment management.

I really, really do.

>_< 

Well, I got a cold that made me too tired to write, and then I discovered that my carefully hoarded bunny was nowhere near active enough to sustain the pressures of NaNo.  So I am bowing out of it this year, and will turn my attention to cheering cincoflex on.

It's not a bad story, if I may be permitted the hubris; this is just not its time.

I hate Photoshop.  Hate hate hate.

*sigh*  Is anyone out there willing to make me an icon from a large .jpg file?  I just want the background sort of faded back.  I'll give you...well, I don't know.  What do you want?

ETA: Got it!  Thank you, phdelicious!

Christmas bunny: 1,602 words in two days and counting.

You know, some people can actually write poignant, snappy, funny stories in fifteen hundred words or so.  The kind of story that makes you grin in delight, or ooh, or sniffle.  Compact, contained skill.  Bursts of pleasure.

I'm getting so that I'm lucky if I can finish a scene in that amount ( Read more... )

Ugh, what a week.

I lost power to my apartment on July 4 after a really scary storm.  It didn't come back on after a couple of hours, so I decided to take my food over to my parents' house (they have an extra fridge) and spend the night there, since without air conditioning my place was...unpleasant.

No power on Wednesday, either, so I took my ( Read more... )

*sigh*

Ever have one of those days when you'd like to take the manufacturers of a particular software package and lock them in a small box with many rabid weasels?

WEASEL TIME!!!