Will be posting…
Blame it on the baby hormones and
Transgendered Quinn body worship fic this week.
There is always that moment…
when I am in the mood for writing and I’m just going at it and the words are pouring out of me and there is this beautiful harmony of effort and urge— and I’m satisfied with what I’m producing—
My word processor crashes.
And I lose a lot of hard fucking work.
It’s in that rage inducing moment that I realize that I can’t get what I created back. It’s that frustrating moment where I panic and explode a thousand silent times in those sixty fucking seconds and all I want to do is throw whatever contraption I’m writing on across the room.
And after that moment. I take a deep breath. I pick up that damn whatever the fuck I’m using and I start over.
And this time I make sure whatever I write is better than what I lost.
And I save. Always save.
And save again just to make sure.
People send me ask box stuff?
Because I asked.
I’m playing with potential werewolf/vampire plots and I need to not.
I hate when I’m angry and all I want is to stay angry and then its like oh hey — mood change and rainbows and laughter. And I’m suddenly not mad anymore.
My day was ruined by the resolution of my rage.
Ooh look, lost girl.
Hey everyone. I’ve been pretty MIA lately. And I’m sorry about that. The good news: I got a second job that I am absolutely smitten with.
The bad news: I’ve been crazy busy and I haven’t been writing as much as I should.
I’m settling in finally, and it looks like my routine will calm down. I have a full ask box, emails, reviews and updates that I plan on getting to this week. Thanks to everyone who has sent me get better wishes and making sure I’m still around.
I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.