Look at me, productive! I blame packing. I will do anything to keep from organizing my socks, I swear. That apparently includes writing angsty extended metaphors, but whatever. I still haven't packed half the shirts I plan on bringing (reasons: I located shirts I'd forgotten I had, I ran out of room in my suitcase, and I might just ask my mom to ( Read more... )

This is not about ponies. You do not know how hard it is to not write about ponies. I love ponies. My Little Pony returns this Saturday. I am writing about ponies now. DAMMIT. Anyway. Here's a fic, completely unrevised and... You know, I always hated writing in present tense because you very rarely see published words written in present tense. I ( Read more... )

DISCLAIMER: The author of this journal is under the influence of the monthly female vapors, some annoying pain, a lot of frustration, and too much caffeine with too little sleep. The ideas and opinions expressed in this entry are not necessarily representative of her normal state of mind. Which, she hopes, is slightly less in need of a bleep- ( Read more... )