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Another Day In Snowville
Jan. 11th, 2011 07:10 pmWell, another day at home (boo, no shop opening = no money), but the Hubs and I decided to just make the best of it. We ate chip butties (that beloved British French Fries Sandwich) and cheesy grits (Brits and Grits - it rhymes but can you dance to it?), and have had a nice day.
The Hubs read the first three chapters of Lay Me Low and pronounced it good, and gave me some plot suggestions that I think mean I've got it nailed for the most part. A few detail devils will have to be exorcised, but other than that I think it's starting to gel.
Droxy's challenge is simply blooming. I have taken canon, distorted it to the extreme 'what-if'? factor, and I have my premise. If you are looking for Nasty-Bastard Bat of the Dungeon Snape, he won't be here. I have written him a few times, and this one is definitely different. I'm convinced he will not be OOC, just very much the product of canon until things go pear-shaped. He will change, but you'd expect him to.
The Muse woke me from <ahem!> my afternoon nap to smugly present me with the most delicious little Lemons chapter for Lay Me Low and I've been typing it out, and when I make myself flush, I know I'm doing well. Watch this space for it to appear in a later chapter.
My Userpic is the artwork that got me banned from dA. If it offends, I apologise. I just loved it, that's why I uploaded it onto dA. I love erotica and passion and, to me, Sempra and Marquise know how to turn on the smolder. Sempra has felt the dA lash before, so she knows where I'm coming from, but I have to say, except for the premium membership money, I just think: fuck 'em. I love being here. It's the right kind of atmosphere for me, and I'm getting inspired daily with what I see and what gets posted.
And I get the horrible sinking feeling that I may be looking for a real job soon, and I want to write and write as much as I can while I have this wonderful freedom of being my own boss. If the Tea Room does shut, I won't miss the bills or the hassles or the taxes or the city/county bullshit. I'll miss my customers, and the freedom to write whenever the Muse arouses me. So, for now, I'm letting him screw my brains out.
The Hubs read the first three chapters of Lay Me Low and pronounced it good, and gave me some plot suggestions that I think mean I've got it nailed for the most part. A few detail devils will have to be exorcised, but other than that I think it's starting to gel.
Droxy's challenge is simply blooming. I have taken canon, distorted it to the extreme 'what-if'? factor, and I have my premise. If you are looking for Nasty-Bastard Bat of the Dungeon Snape, he won't be here. I have written him a few times, and this one is definitely different. I'm convinced he will not be OOC, just very much the product of canon until things go pear-shaped. He will change, but you'd expect him to.
The Muse woke me from <ahem!> my afternoon nap to smugly present me with the most delicious little Lemons chapter for Lay Me Low and I've been typing it out, and when I make myself flush, I know I'm doing well. Watch this space for it to appear in a later chapter.
My Userpic is the artwork that got me banned from dA. If it offends, I apologise. I just loved it, that's why I uploaded it onto dA. I love erotica and passion and, to me, Sempra and Marquise know how to turn on the smolder. Sempra has felt the dA lash before, so she knows where I'm coming from, but I have to say, except for the premium membership money, I just think: fuck 'em. I love being here. It's the right kind of atmosphere for me, and I'm getting inspired daily with what I see and what gets posted.
And I get the horrible sinking feeling that I may be looking for a real job soon, and I want to write and write as much as I can while I have this wonderful freedom of being my own boss. If the Tea Room does shut, I won't miss the bills or the hassles or the taxes or the city/county bullshit. I'll miss my customers, and the freedom to write whenever the Muse arouses me. So, for now, I'm letting him screw my brains out.
