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Look at that. Look at that. I'm so out of ideas I can't even think of a witty subject line.
I haven't been posting lately because I've had nothing to say. Ficcing progess has been slow due to lack of inspiration and my frustrated attempts to hammer out a damn timeline for Little Brothers; even the Pairing Generator hasn't been enough to kick-start anything, although I do have a few lovely paragraphs and the skeletons of what look like interesting one-shots lined up. Of course, at last count there were two multi-chapters and over fourty ficlets in various stages of development or lack thereof. Perhaps at some point I will reach some critical mass of ideas and will suddenly return to work in a burst of creativity. It's a thought.
Little Brothers has become easily the most complicated of the lot, since there's a vague and confusing timeline to be wrestled with and a lot of implied character development that has to be pinned to the mat. I may be posting my thoughts and notes on this matter for consideration and discussion in a later post; perhaps having a few extra eyes on this beast will make it more docile. Of course, that would mean spoiling later chapters, but it's only a fic. Not like I'm spoiling the actual show.
While the muse dithers and shuffles her feet, I've been tinkering around with my beads, and I finally made that necklace that I'd been planning since December. Perhaps I shall post a picture before I set up my shop.
There have certainly been things of interest happening in my life, but none that I feel like discussing at length with the Intarwebs. Classes, schoolwork, reruns, the odd social occasion. You know the drill.
I did go shopping today, however. It was a nice change of pace. I fail to understand, though, how "low rise" can mean "one inch below the bellybutton" in one store and "dangling perilously off the pelvic bones, and if you haven't got thong underwear and a Brazilian wax then heaven help you" in another. Stupid non-standard pants manufacturing.
Also, my mad love for the song in the header is almost unexpressable.
I haven't been posting lately because I've had nothing to say. Ficcing progess has been slow due to lack of inspiration and my frustrated attempts to hammer out a damn timeline for Little Brothers; even the Pairing Generator hasn't been enough to kick-start anything, although I do have a few lovely paragraphs and the skeletons of what look like interesting one-shots lined up. Of course, at last count there were two multi-chapters and over fourty ficlets in various stages of development or lack thereof. Perhaps at some point I will reach some critical mass of ideas and will suddenly return to work in a burst of creativity. It's a thought.
Little Brothers has become easily the most complicated of the lot, since there's a vague and confusing timeline to be wrestled with and a lot of implied character development that has to be pinned to the mat. I may be posting my thoughts and notes on this matter for consideration and discussion in a later post; perhaps having a few extra eyes on this beast will make it more docile. Of course, that would mean spoiling later chapters, but it's only a fic. Not like I'm spoiling the actual show.
While the muse dithers and shuffles her feet, I've been tinkering around with my beads, and I finally made that necklace that I'd been planning since December. Perhaps I shall post a picture before I set up my shop.
There have certainly been things of interest happening in my life, but none that I feel like discussing at length with the Intarwebs. Classes, schoolwork, reruns, the odd social occasion. You know the drill.
I did go shopping today, however. It was a nice change of pace. I fail to understand, though, how "low rise" can mean "one inch below the bellybutton" in one store and "dangling perilously off the pelvic bones, and if you haven't got thong underwear and a Brazilian wax then heaven help you" in another. Stupid non-standard pants manufacturing.
Also, my mad love for the song in the header is almost unexpressable.
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