I think I'm developing a chest cold. So far it's kind of there but not full on as in wheezing and hacking up a lung. I'm hoping to abate it before tomorrow. Mostly because those types of colds are a pain in the arse to get rid of
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Lately my brain has been filled with smut and considering there are already several smutty scenes in it, I'd rather not overload it.
This is EXACTLY my problem. I'm always, "Plot, Heather, plot," and my brain always responds with a promise to try harder...and a yummy x-rated scene. Or worse--the tease of a yummy x-rated scene. Sometimes it gets really proud of itself: "Look, Heather--I have a whole big long story we could write!" "Really? Let's see that. Hmm. Sex, sex, flirting, teasing, sex, sexing sex, cheatingangstymakeupsex, more sex, mmm sex, and for the denoument: sex."
Brain: "I'm thinking we could call it 'Afternoon Tea'"
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This is EXACTLY my problem. I'm always, "Plot, Heather, plot," and my brain always responds with a promise to try harder...and a yummy x-rated scene. Or worse--the tease of a yummy x-rated scene. Sometimes it gets really proud of itself: "Look, Heather--I have a whole big long story we could write!" "Really? Let's see that. Hmm. Sex, sex, flirting, teasing, sex, sexing sex, cheatingangstymakeupsex, more sex, mmm sex, and for the denoument: sex."
Brain: "I'm thinking we could call it 'Afternoon Tea'"
Heather: "You're fired."
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Really?
*Runs away*
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Though, this might explain the hill-climbing debacle...
Please feel better soon!
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Yes, I know. That's why I trying to get better :)
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