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7:20 a.m.
I have to be at Heathrow at 7:20 a.m.
Satan on a dildo, that sucks.
Stayed up late last night, watching vampire schlock horror, eating ravioli and writing things. Original things, not the fanfic. Fine, it was only two pages and some character notes and I'm now tweeking over the whole thing but I still made a start.
I could go into why I'm tweeking, but I don't think I will, given that I'd rather keep it between me and people who might not actively feed my worries about adequacy and try to encourage me to train for a few years in order to become eligible for a career in fast-food. Not only do I have a job that I'm more than qualified to do which is a damn sight better than filling straw dispensers, but while I don't think I'm God's gift to the literary community, or even the fanfic community, I doubt I can be as bad as some people make me out to be. But I don't need your help to feel nervous about removing the training wheels.
Thess
I have to be at Heathrow at 7:20 a.m.
Satan on a dildo, that sucks.
Stayed up late last night, watching vampire schlock horror, eating ravioli and writing things. Original things, not the fanfic. Fine, it was only two pages and some character notes and I'm now tweeking over the whole thing but I still made a start.
I could go into why I'm tweeking, but I don't think I will, given that I'd rather keep it between me and people who might not actively feed my worries about adequacy and try to encourage me to train for a few years in order to become eligible for a career in fast-food. Not only do I have a job that I'm more than qualified to do which is a damn sight better than filling straw dispensers, but while I don't think I'm God's gift to the literary community, or even the fanfic community, I doubt I can be as bad as some people make me out to be. But I don't need your help to feel nervous about removing the training wheels.
Thess
