Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Darling, just start the chase
I'll let you win, but you must make the endeavor
-Fiona Apple, The First Taste

My NaNoWriMo project is just about complete. It's a think piece, about a mid level groupie coping with success in the harsh face of fandom. With a love story (or two). It's about my former self, although that's difficult to say, since my former self still influences me on a regular basis. It's about the boys I've loved, comprised into two ( Read more... )

Despite being almost always (kinda sorta technically) single, I can't remember the last time I didn't have a love interest or wasn't in comatose recovery from the last love. I would think the same goes for most people.

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( Rope burn and Everlong )

What a beautiful year!

Of course, here is my ( quasi prose piece in list-ish form about the experience of being 26. )

Deep in the alternate universe, in the 'workspace' room of a West Seattle estate, I was hanging out with my friends, talking about Harry Potter, and the next thing I knew I had my clothes off and was getting tied up and suspended by a local rope master ( Read more... )

6,000 words into NaNoWriMo. It's theraputic and heartbreaking. I feel able and determined.

But enough of the hippie positivity and the trust in the universe and myself ( Read more... )

Officially throwing this out to the universe so I can't back down...I'm participating in NanoWrimo. I'm getting the goddamned groupie stories out of me.