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Am just a little blah right now, after the exciting highs and lows of the past few days.
Cabbage-patched my way around the room after discovering I was recc'ed on fic rec bitch. Am a giant nerd. However, you know, wow. Aj's my source for fic, so . . . wow. Just wow.
Am feeling blah regarding most of my fandoms. New Stargate in Britain today, but I'm really not interested. Just unwilling, I guess, to have my show go that way. I'll write it, I'll read it, I just never want TPTB to make it official. And yes, I blame Chris Carter and the X-Files. Good work Chris. Another fan blaming you for everything.
And are Sam and Pete still together? Huh? HUH? And how will this jive with the spoilers I've heard? Le sigh.
Three week Alias break, West Wing is, well, it is, which is something, that state of being, I guess. Can't watch Gilmore Girls because I'm pissed about Luke/Lorelai and Rory at Yale. Or Harvard. God, I don't even know.
I hate school. Messes with my TV viewing.
Lit class today was all about finding a feminine voice. Couldn't get out of Sam's head when we were talking about Virginia Wolfe. Need to read "A Room of One's Own." I think I have; just need to do it again.
Other authors seem to say the characters come to live in their heads for a while. I . . . don't. I feel a little like I get in character. A long walk in the dark around campus and I'm there. They're not telling me anything, it just comes. Maybe I MarySue more than I'd like to think.
Now believe everything I've written is crap. Sigh. Know it's not (and this isn't a plea for pity.) Damn zero key is sticking.
Am going away this weekend and am no where near ready. Stupid laundry tower. Why must you be so high?
Cabbage-patched my way around the room after discovering I was recc'ed on fic rec bitch. Am a giant nerd. However, you know, wow. Aj's my source for fic, so . . . wow. Just wow.
Am feeling blah regarding most of my fandoms. New Stargate in Britain today, but I'm really not interested. Just unwilling, I guess, to have my show go that way. I'll write it, I'll read it, I just never want TPTB to make it official. And yes, I blame Chris Carter and the X-Files. Good work Chris. Another fan blaming you for everything.
And are Sam and Pete still together? Huh? HUH? And how will this jive with the spoilers I've heard? Le sigh.
Three week Alias break, West Wing is, well, it is, which is something, that state of being, I guess. Can't watch Gilmore Girls because I'm pissed about Luke/Lorelai and Rory at Yale. Or Harvard. God, I don't even know.
I hate school. Messes with my TV viewing.
Lit class today was all about finding a feminine voice. Couldn't get out of Sam's head when we were talking about Virginia Wolfe. Need to read "A Room of One's Own." I think I have; just need to do it again.
Other authors seem to say the characters come to live in their heads for a while. I . . . don't. I feel a little like I get in character. A long walk in the dark around campus and I'm there. They're not telling me anything, it just comes. Maybe I MarySue more than I'd like to think.
Now believe everything I've written is crap. Sigh. Know it's not (and this isn't a plea for pity.) Damn zero key is sticking.
Am going away this weekend and am no where near ready. Stupid laundry tower. Why must you be so high?
