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[Certain fandom] + [certain pairing] + [certain act involving abuse of synthetic polymers] = BRAIN EATEN.
Actually wrote about 900 words of fic last night before passing out on my face. (Which means nothing, because I never, ever finish fic, EVER. I've still got three Housefics and two Whofics sitting around on my hard drive/in notebooks unfinished, and they're likely to stay that way. Especially the Housefic which I got up to 1900 words with a YEAR ago before stalling.)
Was fun, though, since I got into that place where the characters refused to do anything I told them (i.e. wouldn't shut the hell up, why do these people talk so damn much, etc.), and surprised me with every line. I actually didn't do anything else last night: no lj, no surfing the intarwebz, just writing. I keep letting life lead me to forget the fact that I actually LIKE to write, when I'm not writing at someone else's say-so.
Although trying to get these two characters IN character feels like I'm blindfolded and trying to hit a piñata, and I honestly should just admit I can't. That I'm terrible at this. Which is probably the reason I never finish or post any of it. THEN EVERYBODY WOULD KNOW I WRITE BADFIC, OMG.
It's nice to feel productive though, even if it's the most useless sort of productive.
...Apparently, the U of C admissions stupidly think they're still waiting for transcripts from me ("Alberta Postsecondary,") when I can clearly see from the list of what they DO have records of getting (high school, MRC, SAIT) that they HAVE all my transcripts already.
I'm going to have to call someone, aren't I? Fuck, I HATE THE PHONE. *grumps*
Actually wrote about 900 words of fic last night before passing out on my face. (Which means nothing, because I never, ever finish fic, EVER. I've still got three Housefics and two Whofics sitting around on my hard drive/in notebooks unfinished, and they're likely to stay that way. Especially the Housefic which I got up to 1900 words with a YEAR ago before stalling.)
Was fun, though, since I got into that place where the characters refused to do anything I told them (i.e. wouldn't shut the hell up, why do these people talk so damn much, etc.), and surprised me with every line. I actually didn't do anything else last night: no lj, no surfing the intarwebz, just writing. I keep letting life lead me to forget the fact that I actually LIKE to write, when I'm not writing at someone else's say-so.
Although trying to get these two characters IN character feels like I'm blindfolded and trying to hit a piñata, and I honestly should just admit I can't. That I'm terrible at this. Which is probably the reason I never finish or post any of it. THEN EVERYBODY WOULD KNOW I WRITE BADFIC, OMG.
It's nice to feel productive though, even if it's the most useless sort of productive.
...Apparently, the U of C admissions stupidly think they're still waiting for transcripts from me ("Alberta Postsecondary,") when I can clearly see from the list of what they DO have records of getting (high school, MRC, SAIT) that they HAVE all my transcripts already.
I'm going to have to call someone, aren't I? Fuck, I HATE THE PHONE. *grumps*
