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Which makes sense given that it's a journal for my muses and tarshaan's muses to sound off. Explains some of my dreams, too....

People who cannot spell should not write graffiti. It doesn't matter where, either. (Before anyone has to ask, 'horny' does *not* have an 'e' in it.) Damn it, I want literate vandals ( Read more... )

I'm cooking lamb (what do you expect on Easter?) in a Methos t-shirt and I've been making jokes all morning about 'I killed a thousand. I killed *ten* thousand. Because I like lamb!' ::giggling:: I think you have to be a Highlander fan to snicker this much, though. Well, and then there's all the Marcus and the goat stories my muses have been ( Read more... )

( Cheerful rambling about fanfic in general )

And giving *them* the slashy dreams. With, with, well, *toys*, apparently ( Read more... )

Not only do you get their stories and their lives? I get their dreams, too. Stressed, traumatized immortal students are not recommended if you wanted sleep ( Read more... )

It's kind of scary; lately, I don't know that I want to write.

Considering that I've written over a thousand pages of fiction in the last four years, call it easily a quarter of a million words, that's... unnerving.

But then, so is the stuff I'm typing lately. When I find myself writing a poem about Lucifer weaving his word-nets for souls as ( Read more... )

So I've been trying to decide whether to break down and write about vacation, or whether it would just bore people interminably, but the apprentice list hen says I got my nap and must now write it. So I guess I will ( Read more... )

I'm on a 'poem a day' list. So I'm sitting here, letting Dragon snooze for another twenty minutes or so, 'cause we've been tired and he stayed up last night while I slept. But... well, I read the first verse, thought of a friend's muse, and one of mine popped up, read it with me, and said, "That's him, all right. Post it." So. No copyright ( Read more... )

So, I decided, in the back of my convoluted little gryphonic brain that okay, fine, the whole overweight thing has gone on long enough. Mind, I did that six months ago, at least? When just walking and keeping an eye on my diet didn't do much (well, okay, it got me down one size in jeans, but the weight didn't drop) I went and had a chat with my ( Read more... )