This is what I'm going to be seeing in my dreams for the rest of my life. Yikes. Yes, in a fit of enthusiasm rivaling that of my early days of fanfiction writing, I have spent the past four days first learning how to animate, and then attempting to animate, the flying kiss between Harry and Draco that I made for ReenkaWhy? I don't know. (Although ( Read more... )

You poor, poor people. I don't know why I'm being so creative lately. I'd like to think it's the spring, but I'm afraid it's far more likely to be the coffee. I'm a slave to the inexpressible seduction of the coupon book. Mmm, coupons.

Anyway, reenka proved to be a temptation almost equal to that of coffee when she suggested that it might be ( Read more... )

Midnight now, so I suppose I am officially one year older. *looks at her hands* Wow, they look different.

Okay, so technically that's because I spent a good hour with my punching bag. There's nothing like jazz and a punching bag to make you feel both rhythmic and deadly. *g*

( Thoughts on Life and Change, because that's just how specific I am. )

Or rather, that would be true if I could manage to post more often. I blame my friends. They write about all these interesting things and I respond, and before I know it I've gone weeks without telling the world about my deep attachment to the tree across the street or the way that some very fragile people of my acquaintance have been making me ( Read more... )

I'm turning over a new leaf. No longer shall I flounder in the wretched chaos that is my life. My computer is a blank slate, my old habits are in the past and, despite the fact that I found a chipmunk in my briefcase at lunch today, I have no doubt that I can become an organized person.

Seriously. A chipmunk. What the hell? How long was it ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to believe that the universe has a grudge about me being able to use a computer. Perhaps this is like a Terminator situation, where I'm destined to write an e-mail that will... um... inspire addictedkitten to write the porn that will destroy the world by making everyone stop dong their jobs and just do naughty PG-13 or higher things all day long ( Read more... )

Seriously. I'm a writer, you know. Yeah. I write things. They might not make sense, they might have only a passing acquaintence with punctuation and actively dislike the concept of grammar, but I write. Except that, as it turns out, I don't. Instead, I go to art supply stores and browse around nervously until nice men named David introduce me ( Read more... )

Hey, puppies! I'm in a happy mood today, because I had an extremely productive day. To Do lists trembled and fell before me, leaving me at the happy time of seven at night with nothing to do but amuse myself. At which point, one might say, I could have worked on the Chloe-in-a-bra pic for jrivka, I could have edited the smutty Mal/River/Simon fic to ( Read more... )

And why have I been absent for the last couple of days, you ask?

Or maybe you don't, but I tell you anyway.... art! Art and my obsessive nature and my relentless need to complete a project once it has begun. So, since whiteotter asked for a picture of Spike and since she is, though don't quote me on this, both the sun *and* the moon of my content, I went ( Read more... )

I just finished commenting on prettybird's lovely new set of icons, themed around the song "The Good Fight" and they got to me. I mean, they really got to me. And that started me thinking about who I am, and what I am, and what fanfiction and fandom has meant for me ( Read more... )