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Maybe it's silly to be excited about this, but I am usually too twitchy to sit and write for any extended period of time. I have found that, the longer and more frequently I write, the easier it gets to get into a "writing trance" and write for, say, an hour or so. Which was previously unheard of in Mi Vida. So, since today is Sunday, Creative Day ( Read more... )

I love this song, the aching loneliness and frustration, the sense of rising up, of introspection driving you forward. I can't pick out a line or even a set of lines from this one, so here it is in its full glory:

I can remember the very first time I cried
How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside
All of my memories - good and bad - that's ( Read more... )

I've decided to try and get into the habit of posting by putting up a favorite line or rec (fanfic, profic, audiobook or podfic) or piece of my own writing a day.

Expect more of the first, some of the second, and a bit of the third. I'm working on a new story, but it will be a while, I've rewritten the same scene several times, and finally realized ( Read more... )

Sign 101: You're at a (straight) singles night trying to find a guy you actually think is attractive who isn't obviously taken, and you spend the night noticing the beautiful girls in the room. You cap off the night by somewhat participating as a fairly drunk guy hits on you and tells you a story about working in real estate and remodeling houses, ( Read more... )

The Double Coincidence of Wants

By Chloe Tambell

The first time, they are alone in a forest in the middle of the night, having snuck off with some recently traded for and very good native alcohol - a true rarity. The night air is cool but not cold, and there are no one thousand pound weird-scary animals with sixteen eyes to freak Rodney out (in a ( Read more... )