I have just spent two hours reading Gothic romance (The Italian, if you're wondering) and daydreaming about writing a faux-straight-faced parody of the genre for the TV (it would be called Castles! Corsets! Conspiracy!, perhaps), whilst listening to The Magic Flute which my dad had put on seemingly just so he could read the English translation dramatically to us IN REAL TIME.
It was a good way to spend two hours, if you're wondering.
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Life update: I AM BREATHING LIKE DARTH VADER. Fuck yeah.
Further life update: I cannot decide what I want to do with myself. There is
spn_j2_xmas and
j2_everafter, and there are several non-challenge fics I want to write too, and then there is original fiction and writing competitions and my end-of-unit short story due in the week I go back to uni, and also there is a PRESENTATION I have to work on, and then there is this whole big thing I've been on the verge of getting started for like a month.
FFFFF obviously because I am so uselessly indecisive, the upshot of all this uncertainty is that everything has stalled. Now that I'm a week into the Christmas holidays, the remaining three weeks don't seem very long at all. :[
You know what this calls for?
DEAR DUMBLEDORE,
PLEASE SEND ME A TIME-TURNER.
THANKS,
TREE.
xxx