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Good day at work. My Saturday girl was out (ski trip in Colorado - she works like a dog for me on Saturdays so I'm glad she's having some fun), and the Hubs and I worked like the proverbial canines today. The weather in the South is balmy - 60-something degrees today and everyone was out in it.
It's one of those evenings when the Hubs and I stagger into Little Caesars and yowl for a Hot-n-ready and some crazy sauce, drag ourselves in the house, feed the cats and eat pizza in our pajamas. It was lovely, but I'm craving chocolate, and the only chocolate in the house is - you guessed it - Smuckers Hot Fudge topping. I'm sitting here eating it with a spoon. Can I be anymore white trash?
Ashwinder uploaded LML Chapters 5 and 6 at the same time, and it's confused the daylights out of some readers. They keep reading chapter 6 and thinking something strange has happened. I myself think something strange has happened, because I'm getting more feedback on this fic than my first three fics all put together. I've never seen anything like it.
I've just uploaded Chapter 7, which raced out of me - the Muse was driving and I practically have no memory of typing parts of it - it went by so quickly. It is a favourite chapter of mine.
It occurs to me that I tend to use this journal entry to blah blah blah about my fiction, but it is such a big part of what I do. I feel absurdly guilty about not working on The Family right now, which is my original fiction, but I'm just having so much fun with my fanfic. Mimi would tell me not to make myself feel bad - that I' writing what my Muse wants. I know she is right. But is he also making me feel guilty about neglecting my other, original stuff? Or am I just a babbling airhead? I think the chocolate is overloading my brain.
It's one of those evenings when the Hubs and I stagger into Little Caesars and yowl for a Hot-n-ready and some crazy sauce, drag ourselves in the house, feed the cats and eat pizza in our pajamas. It was lovely, but I'm craving chocolate, and the only chocolate in the house is - you guessed it - Smuckers Hot Fudge topping. I'm sitting here eating it with a spoon. Can I be anymore white trash?
Ashwinder uploaded LML Chapters 5 and 6 at the same time, and it's confused the daylights out of some readers. They keep reading chapter 6 and thinking something strange has happened. I myself think something strange has happened, because I'm getting more feedback on this fic than my first three fics all put together. I've never seen anything like it.
I've just uploaded Chapter 7, which raced out of me - the Muse was driving and I practically have no memory of typing parts of it - it went by so quickly. It is a favourite chapter of mine.
It occurs to me that I tend to use this journal entry to blah blah blah about my fiction, but it is such a big part of what I do. I feel absurdly guilty about not working on The Family right now, which is my original fiction, but I'm just having so much fun with my fanfic. Mimi would tell me not to make myself feel bad - that I' writing what my Muse wants. I know she is right. But is he also making me feel guilty about neglecting my other, original stuff? Or am I just a babbling airhead? I think the chocolate is overloading my brain.
