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I'm not sure if this is a sequel to Thesis or a prequel to my mostly-scribbled-notes FF7/8 crack van crossover from hell.
One thing the old books always mention, and one they don't: Hyne was a wicked little trickster, and Hyne was a woman.Hyne skipped her skin and vanished, they say: after that, history is silent. She left her footprints here, ( Read more... ) -
qujin because reasons
It's always humid when the garden finds itself moored outside Fisherman's Horizon. The tepid, fuggy night air turns sparring fists into sluggish open palms, fierce blows become weary slaps, until finally an exasperated instructor calls time until there's a breeze to get the kids moving again ( Read more... ) -
vincent again
There is an ache in his chest, new and terrifying. If he chose to meditate on it, he might decide that it came from the hollow place below his collarbone where Lucrecia left her last gift for him ( Read more... ) -
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Oh and thanks to Google I know that the bird that sounds like a dentist's drill outside my window is a magpie doing its warning call. It's going to need a fucking warning if it doesn't shut up. I need sleep. -
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Today I have mostly been trying to read A Farewell to Arms and throwing it down in disgust in order to read The Years of Rice and Salt. Also been replaying FF8. Squall is SUCH a DICKBAG. What does Rinoa see in him?? Gave that up in disgust as well and picked up FF7, where I'd left Aeris at home and was chilling outside by the save point doing my ( Read more... ) -
sexuality & solidarity
I have a disgusting cold. What a way to start a bank holiday weekend. On the bright side (for me anyway) the rail strike is off: this means I get to spend Tuesday in sunny Brighton where I will be mostly staring at interesting-looking people, trying not to make a doof of myself and learning about spreadsheets. I feel it's about time: I have no ( Read more... ) -
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Since I'm being all verbose I may as well spill out a little secret: this writing thing is really hard. I'm not an analyst, I'm not an instinctive literary writer. Mostly what happens is that a fragment of half a sentence will drift across the front of my brain while I'm doing something different. Which is why my last yuffie/vincent thing had a ( Read more... ) -
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So, I missed yesterday because of reasons. Reasons mostly being a) I'm totally lazy and b) I spent it rewriting my CV. My dream job has come up. Fingers crossed.
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Late again. I did write some fiction today, and it did turn out okay. All 100 words of it. I tell my friends I do 'creative writing' and they are often really impressed. If only they knew. Personally I am not quite impressed enough with it yet to unleash this little project on the interbutts, but I'm enjoying thinking about it, which bodes well for ( Read more... ) -
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http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/may/18/you-might-not-think-youre-a-sexist-until-you-take-a-look-at-your-bookshelfI could fucking weep. Business as usual for a Monday, and as always, a rally of insouciant white men queuing up to tell a woman how pointless she is ( Read more... )