Fanfic that I haven't yet posted on this journal:
( there's rather more than I expected: about 8 fics, mostly MCU but some others )
( there's rather more than I expected: about 8 fics, mostly MCU but some others )
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September 8th, 2014
I think I've gone to the house just about every day this week. Okay, maybe not Wednesday or Friday, but I was working.
You guys, I have so many plans!
The thing about this house (and my life generally right now) is that it's a kind of demarcation line for me and my perceptions of myself. Mid-life crisis of sorts? Probably. It's a big year of personal landmarks for me.
There's a part of me that's scared of pouring too much into this house all at once and then (possibly) having my sister pull the rug out from underneath me when she wants to be here for, say, five years, and then get her own place. And there's a part of me that just wants to GET IT DONE NOW. RIGHT NOW.
I haven't been doing much writing lately TBH - my brain is all taken up with HOUSE and SORTING and PACKING and LIFE. And my study right now is small and cold and incredibly messy, which is not conducive to thoughtful writing (especially when the cats jump up on the desk: "Pettings? Pettings naow? Mummy? We love you! Pettings?")
You guys, I have so many plans!
The thing about this house (and my life generally right now) is that it's a kind of demarcation line for me and my perceptions of myself. Mid-life crisis of sorts? Probably. It's a big year of personal landmarks for me.
There's a part of me that's scared of pouring too much into this house all at once and then (possibly) having my sister pull the rug out from underneath me when she wants to be here for, say, five years, and then get her own place. And there's a part of me that just wants to GET IT DONE NOW. RIGHT NOW.
I haven't been doing much writing lately TBH - my brain is all taken up with HOUSE and SORTING and PACKING and LIFE. And my study right now is small and cold and incredibly messy, which is not conducive to thoughtful writing (especially when the cats jump up on the desk: "Pettings? Pettings naow? Mummy? We love you! Pettings?")