I *do* feel brave. I'm not sure what overcame me. One minute I'm having a normal Saturday evening; the next I'm in the middle of my one hour limit; then flash forward and I'm *posting*.
For some reason the part of me that insists that'll it'll be my death of embarrassment if I post something and it's shite; or how awful if the voices are discordant and false; or the descriptive bits are too much or not enough; and oh my god what about the *grammar* -screechpanicfaint- was on vacation. So, I just trampled in and posted.
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I *do* feel brave. I'm not sure what overcame me. One minute I'm having a normal Saturday evening; the next I'm in the middle of my one hour limit; then flash forward and I'm *posting*.
For some reason the part of me that insists that'll it'll be my death of embarrassment if I post something and it's shite; or how awful if the voices are discordant and false; or the descriptive bits are too much or not enough; and oh my god what about the *grammar* -screechpanicfaint- was on vacation. So, I just trampled in and posted.
And, surprisingly I *didn't* drop down dead.
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