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right. okay.
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Now here's something that's never happened to me. I can now label my fic under the following concepts; blasphemy-lite, blasphemous, and people-refuse-to-even-read-this-one-for-me-when-I-describe-the-concept. One of them I won't work on at night.

Also, I am betting that no one really ever thought "Death by Boredom" could actually work as a story concept. And don't you wish that had continued to be true? I do.

I have a new bear for my Christms collection and my village is up except for the lights. Wow, I feel accomplished.

I am eating chocolate mint things and trying to justify my existence atm.


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*laugsh* I've added so much, and not even in that particular part! Somehow, I managed to make it *worse*.

I just--don't think that it will end well.

My fandom sent me to hell and all I got was this t-shirt with Dean Winchester on it.

The other writer at work has a great quote on her computer, so she looks at it every day: "If you're bored writing it, they'll be bored reading it."
Considering we write about cows... yeah. A bajillion inches of text on the forage quality of hay has boredom all over it. Is this the type of death by boredom? Or is this an actual... you know... plot point?

Heh - let me guess what that blasphemous fic is about. *hopes*

Re: My fandom sent me to hell and all I got was this t-shirt with Dean Winchester on it.

No, I mean, that's the plot. For some reason--do not ask me why, it was two in the morning and I'd just come off the-story-that-will-not-be-named-and-I-cannot-write-at-night and thought, wow, this sounds like a great idea! And that's hell, good intentions right there.

*hands* I don't even know.

Re: My fandom sent me to hell and all I got was this t-shirt with Dean Winchester on it.

...and that is why you shouldn't write at night while smoking crack.

Though... if it was something like the opposite of the Speed movie; someone sits idle too long, they go kablooie. It could be the new cliche fic.

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I never realized how squeamish I am when it comes to theology in fiction. Reading it, fine, but suddenly I am all "OMG WHAT AM I DOING" when I surface and read what I wrote I don't even know if it's hypocricy; I kind of wonder if it's some kind of personality disorder.

I am still amused that one year I wrote Lucifer/Michael slash on Good Friday for a pinch hit for Comica Obscura.

One of them I won't work on at night.

Wear a cross. It helps. And keep the lights on.

Have you seen this Dean/Castiel?
http://community.livejournal.com/leonidasden/30976.html#cutid1


(Remember - you aren't alone in your blasphemy.)

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