...I think I hacked them up last night.
Another sick day, this time without a trip in to the city to get a visa for Vietnam as yesterday was. *shifty looks*
Am trying to write fic, but this one involves writing about a family in suburban America (admittedly fictional suburban America) so there are so many possible pitfalls. Not least of which is that I feel like the family needs some dysfunction.
This is where I feel like my extremely functional upbringing hasn't adequately prepared me for writing dysfunctional relationships. Which, granted, they don't always have to be, but sometimes I do kind of wonder if I'm failing DRAMA 101: NOBODY ACTUALLY CONNECTS WITH EACH OTHER, THEY JUST PASS LIKE SHIPS IN THE NIGHT. Because even when my situations don't work out (eg. Between Destiny And Love) the individuals are still functional and self-aware.
And now I gotta think about lunch before it becomes dinner time.
Oh yeah, was going to make rocket pesto (roquette/arugula, whatever)...
I was going to do more writing this morning dammit....
Another sick day, this time without a trip in to the city to get a visa for Vietnam as yesterday was. *shifty looks*
Am trying to write fic, but this one involves writing about a family in suburban America (admittedly fictional suburban America) so there are so many possible pitfalls. Not least of which is that I feel like the family needs some dysfunction.
This is where I feel like my extremely functional upbringing hasn't adequately prepared me for writing dysfunctional relationships. Which, granted, they don't always have to be, but sometimes I do kind of wonder if I'm failing DRAMA 101: NOBODY ACTUALLY CONNECTS WITH EACH OTHER, THEY JUST PASS LIKE SHIPS IN THE NIGHT. Because even when my situations don't work out (eg. Between Destiny And Love) the individuals are still functional and self-aware.
And now I gotta think about lunch before it becomes dinner time.
Oh yeah, was going to make rocket pesto (roquette/arugula, whatever)...
I was going to do more writing this morning dammit....