*grumblegrumblesassafrass*
Apparently, the onset of Menstrual Woe either is the cause of or remarkably coincides with yet another Self-Doubt I-Hate-My-Writing Wanst-a-thon and a complete crash on any and all writing progress. I can't even write indulgent fluff right now, since the I.H.M.W.W.A.T. is actually kind of centered around it.
Also, The Archimedes Butterfly is as stubborn as its protagonist. The sum total of my progress on this thing is figuring out that it's set post-The Silurians. It doesn't help that every single time I watch an Old Who episode (or, in many cases, re-watch a New one), yet another plot rabbit crawls in and splays on my keyboard. This rabbit inevitably requires several hours trawling the Wiki and at least two hours (often three) watching serials for research and character-voice perfection. Never mind the fact that I'm still not sure of my Three-voice, let alone my Brig-voice and Liz-voice.
Also, my always-tenuous Sara-voice and Lindsay-voice seem to be slipping, much to my distress. An emergency CSI-a-thon is called for.
Luxury is when you can make watching reruns feel like work, guys.
I'm sure the procrastinatory black holes generated by icon-making, reading, and TV Tropes aren't helping.
And of course, the thought that I should really be Writing Something V. V. Srs and Poetical and Meaningful and Junk preys forever on my mind.
Grah.
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here, something to make you laugh, in an email to follow shortly.
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Oh, how had I never heard this before? Thank you; this made my evening. :D
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I put this thing on repeat one day and it was amazing therapy. And that voice... ::snerk::
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::the cake is a lie, the cake is a lie!::
are you done with classes for the day?
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You are so hardcore. O.O
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To be fair, I was fourteen and the prose...ventured into the Land O' Cheese when it wasn't hideously expository.
Oh who am I kidding I still love that thing even if it sucked.(no subject)
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Yeah, that's one of the reasons I try not to rant on other people's fic very often. Didn't most of us do that at one point? Well, most of us, anyway.
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Fanfic, on the other hand, has no such repercussions. :P
*snuggles and joins you on the Train of Menstrual Woe* Srsly, Lord HeavyFlow Von Tampax and Sir Allways of Vagidity are diametrically opposed to the theories of proper equitation and cowboyosity. *sigh*
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...I think I love you. XD This is the fifth time I've read that comment and I'm still lol-ling over it. Lord HeavyFlow Von Tampax, LOL.
Good point. Maybe it can just be sorta-srs, but not srs enough to incur the wrath of high-schoolers everywhere?
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Excellent planneroonie. Or just insert a random sexcapade in the middle so as to have it banned from high school reading lists, thereby making them all *want* to read it, thereby making you a cultural icon a la the author of Peyton Place.
P.S. I wanna know what this cake bit is that the above commenters are lol-ing over. :P
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As for the cake...have you heard of the video game Portal? In the game, you play a test subject for an obstacle-course-type-thing, testing a gun that can create portals. The experiment is run by a disembodied computer who promises you cake and grief counseling at the end of the run. But the cake is a lie.
And then...oh, and then there's the end credits song. It's hysterical. And it involves cake.