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According to Fanfiction.net, I've written just over 90,000 words of fanfic this year. This is by no means wasted writing. I know quite a few of my friends look a little askance because I write primarily Firefly and Chuck slashfic. But I've learned an awful lot about writing, about structure, tense, characterisation, plot, pacing, etc etc. And, yanno, I didn't suck at this stuff last year. But this year I've got a whole lot better.
This post isn't going to be too coherent. I am extremely tired. Just *this* side of exhausted. My dreams are bizarre and vivid; I came off my bike twice this morning cycling in to the station (low speed, only two or three tiny bruises on my knees and on the heel of my hand, but enough to occasion the *grump* of my gmail status all day).
I missed out the penultimate scene when posting the last part of Chuck Versus the Holiday over on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_proofreader account yesterday. And at Fanfiction.net.
Writing group was nice - I wound wool and read a little and tried to keep a little coherence to my speech. Ho hum!
Congratulations tothewritehand on his new job - couldn't happen to a more appropriate person. *beam*
And soon I shall go to bed. And stay home tomorrow. Because some days I am just *that* tired. Oh, yar, because I took two 11-year-olds climbing on Saturday (which was fantastic) and went to Pizza Hut afterwards (which was busy and packed full of wheat and dairy, which tasted *great* but wasn't fantastic) and then spent the evening with Vicky and JD (wanolj) and had more (home-made) pizza and then probably as a result of all that wheat and dairy was very tired on Sunday. Nothing to do with the bottle of wine. Brilliant evening. *grin* And tired on Monday. And today. And tomorrow. So. To bed. Where more weird dreams await. I'll let you know if there are zombie dreams. I bet there are zombie dreams.
This post isn't going to be too coherent. I am extremely tired. Just *this* side of exhausted. My dreams are bizarre and vivid; I came off my bike twice this morning cycling in to the station (low speed, only two or three tiny bruises on my knees and on the heel of my hand, but enough to occasion the *grump* of my gmail status all day).
I missed out the penultimate scene when posting the last part of Chuck Versus the Holiday over on my
the_proofreader account yesterday. And at Fanfiction.net.Writing group was nice - I wound wool and read a little and tried to keep a little coherence to my speech. Ho hum!
Congratulations to
thewritehand on his new job - couldn't happen to a more appropriate person. *beam* And soon I shall go to bed. And stay home tomorrow. Because some days I am just *that* tired. Oh, yar, because I took two 11-year-olds climbing on Saturday (which was fantastic) and went to Pizza Hut afterwards (which was busy and packed full of wheat and dairy, which tasted *great* but wasn't fantastic) and then spent the evening with Vicky and JD (wanolj) and had more (home-made) pizza and then probably as a result of all that wheat and dairy was very tired on Sunday. Nothing to do with the bottle of wine. Brilliant evening. *grin* And tired on Monday. And today. And tomorrow. So. To bed. Where more weird dreams await. I'll let you know if there are zombie dreams. I bet there are zombie dreams.
