And the land mines, and the pitfalls, the sheer cliffs and quicksand. I’m just writing, if I fall in something, I’ll write a way back out. Whee!! I really gotta get to getting paid for this. I usually like my job, but right now I don’t, and I keep thinking how nice it will be […]
Damn the Torpedoes! Read More ยป
I do. There’s something about Tuesdays. I hate them. Can’t tell you why. I can’t even tell you when it started. I can tell you when I started to notice. It was last year, right after Chris died. Every Tuesday I felt like crud. Even after I started crawling out of the pit, Tuesdays would
Whee! Got another fanfic chapter done. Writing the good guys is so much easier. Plus it doesn’t usually make my head hurt. Getting into an evil assassin’s head can be very hard on the brain. Other than that, not much to say tonight, except that I’m blown away my first fanfic has passed 4500 visits.
What the bleep am I still doing up? Who knows. Nearly got the next fanfic done, though. After wading through (and sometimes drowning in!) the mind of a psycho, writing from Ken’s POV is pretty easy. Ken is…simple. Not stupid, just very straightforward. And more fun than I thought. Though it’s going to take some
Got the fanfic done and posted. Only two comments so far, but I’m happy. I’ve disturbed them. Since I was writing from the POV of a psychopath, ‘disturbing’ is a compliment. Wow, that was hard to write. Not only because Farf is a psycho, but also because he’s depicted–erratically–in the series. Many fanfic authors take
The damn fanfic still isn’t working, all my whines from last blog still apply. But. Fanfic #1 has been viewed 4,401 times, the others are at 137, 266, and 182. 50 glowing reviews (one in my inbox, because Mediaminer was glitching and wouldn’t accept it.)And it’s payday. I made an acouunting mistake and it’s not
Friday and Payday Read More ยป
Oh, wait, I’m already there. I’m stuck on the fanfic. Can’t work on the real stuff, stuck on the just-for-fun, can’t think to blog worth a damn, and Hope needs to go the heck to bed. The work keeps piling up at work, while one person after another trots into my office to ask me