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_ducks! Abi, I hope you have a fantastic day, full of happiness and good thing. I'd send love from Kevin but it's your birthday, so I won't mention him today ;)
My kidlet has just told me I have eyes the size of the moon. I suspect this is a sign of many playings of Pretty. Odd.
James has decided to take our fence down this morning. The gate has been off for weeks now, and planks had fallen out leaving gaps, but at least it was up. Yesterday he bumped into one of our neighbours who said he knew someone who could fix it. They came and the guy said all the boards were rotten and would all need fixing. Which yeah, the chances of us being able to afford to do that are zero. So James phoned my brother, who got his friend ( our next door neighbour) to have a look, and he said the planks and posts were fine. Just needed re nailing, setting in new concrete etc.
This morning James has been out and pulled down all the planks, and while doing so another neighbour stopped and said he used to be a fence person, and would come and do the grunt work tomorrow for the price of a few drinks, which is an offer we're not about to refuse. Still, until then we have no fence at all, and it's weird looking out at the window and not having that barrier between our garden and the path.
In more fannish news. In the last 7 days I've written nearly 12,000 words and I strongly suspect this may jump by a few thousand more by the time I finish the story sometime today. This is insane. I only write this fast when I have a deadline approaching fast, not for a story I'm writing just because.
Still, it's good because next week I'm moving onto the choey wakes up gay on a pirate ship story \o/
ETA: Also, I've been reading at adult ffnet lately. In one story the author obviously got sick of writing it, so suddenly killed Mikey with a heart attack. So there you go, if you too are writing a story and are stuck, death is always an option.
_ducks! Abi, I hope you have a fantastic day, full of happiness and good thing. I'd send love from Kevin but it's your birthday, so I won't mention him today ;)My kidlet has just told me I have eyes the size of the moon. I suspect this is a sign of many playings of Pretty. Odd.
James has decided to take our fence down this morning. The gate has been off for weeks now, and planks had fallen out leaving gaps, but at least it was up. Yesterday he bumped into one of our neighbours who said he knew someone who could fix it. They came and the guy said all the boards were rotten and would all need fixing. Which yeah, the chances of us being able to afford to do that are zero. So James phoned my brother, who got his friend ( our next door neighbour) to have a look, and he said the planks and posts were fine. Just needed re nailing, setting in new concrete etc.
This morning James has been out and pulled down all the planks, and while doing so another neighbour stopped and said he used to be a fence person, and would come and do the grunt work tomorrow for the price of a few drinks, which is an offer we're not about to refuse. Still, until then we have no fence at all, and it's weird looking out at the window and not having that barrier between our garden and the path.
In more fannish news. In the last 7 days I've written nearly 12,000 words and I strongly suspect this may jump by a few thousand more by the time I finish the story sometime today. This is insane. I only write this fast when I have a deadline approaching fast, not for a story I'm writing just because.
Still, it's good because next week I'm moving onto the choey wakes up gay on a pirate ship story \o/
ETA: Also, I've been reading at adult ffnet lately. In one story the author obviously got sick of writing it, so suddenly killed Mikey with a heart attack. So there you go, if you too are writing a story and are stuck, death is always an option.
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Date: 2008-03-29 01:28 pm (UTC)Bwhee! I dunno though - that song is a readymade earworm [like U2's 'Beautiful Day']; mention any lyric, and it starts looping through your brain.
Congrat on all the writing! *twirls you* That has to feel so GOOD.
So..adult ffnet. Are you trolling the questionable quality fanfic again? And what's up with killing off Mikeyway? He seems to be the most popular sacrifical band member.
So there you go, if you too are writing a story and are stuck, death is always an option.
Death or the sudden appearance of ninjas.
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Date: 2008-03-29 11:57 pm (UTC)It really is. The amount of time I keep thinking of 'It's nine in the afternoon and your eyes are the size of the moon' is insane! Of course that now has a mega mix of Beautiful Day now too.
The writing feels awesome! The story is sent to beta now, and I think if I even looked at it right now I'd want to hit something. But tomorrow, tomorrow I shall edit and polish. And actually read the flist. The stupid story has taken up so much of my online time lately.
Are you trolling the questionable quality fanfic again?
I am! I can't help it! It's just, so bad and there's Waycest but it's mega angsty and Mikey keeps having anorexia and dying. It's quite concerning. I suspect he gets killed because he's so skinny, he has willowy wrists don't you know? Plus, it gives added Gerard angst, and that's always a plus.
Oh. Ninjas. We could have death and ninjas. That would be so cool!