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Yesterday was a day of sleep, noveling, more sleep, Diablo 2, more sleep, and then, apparently, a 4,000 word Sky High fanfic. Because the new object of my lust is Steven Strait.

I pause for a moment while all those of you familiar with the incredible amount of slash on LJ stare at his name and giggle. Yes.

At least it wasn't a Mary Sue fanfic? At least it was somewhat reasonable in progression. At least it sort of answered the question of why his character went the entire movie being the punk loner outcast angry at the world no friends goddammit type of kid, and randomly walked off hand in hand and all doey-eyed with some (ice-powered, heh) chick we'd never seen him talk to. Yes. Let's hear it for characters doing random things for the sake of...

No, that wasn't even for the sake of seeing everyone paired off, because the melty kid didn't get paired off with anyone. I have no idea what that was about.

Sky High was funny. Tomorrow there will be Kinky Boots, and that will also be funny. How can you not love the Operative in drag?

I got nothing else.

ETA: Last night's dream? Taking a second year college course in Spanish. Why, I don't know. Maybe I needed an easy A. Also, will respond to meme taggers when I get home from work today.

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I need to stop mooning about. This isn't helping anything.

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Peak season sucks the monkey's left nut. No, it sucks the ... no, it sucks Chuck Norris's left nut. Badly.

The long and short of it is, I have no idea how often I'll be on line, or when, or for how long. I'll try to be on in the evenings, but its' back to working two jobs at once, or feeling like I am. I'm working full shifts, coming home, doing writing for Maui. I don't have time during the day to write or edit or anything. And I am in a cranky, pissy, self-righteous, pitia... pity something. Pity seeking mood. Don't even get me started on one Sorcerer in particular. The bloom is off the rose, the honeymoon is over, and no matter how much of it is just in my head it WON'T GO AWAY.

On the plus side? Come hell or high water I am getting my Kinky Boots tomorrow.

... right. I am going to be fucking cheerful, dammit. I'm not going to be the depressed angsty psychotic girl who drags everyoen down. CHEERFUL!

Everyone go rent SkyHigh. It's stupid. It's HILARIOUSLY stupid. It's got Bruce Fucking Campbell in it, that's the level of hilarious stupid. Plus a really hot guy who throws fireballs.

Um. Hm. I'm getting outlining done? So there's that. I still have too much crap to do and not enough time to do it in. Or something like that. This month's ... wait, what's my schedule? I might actually be remotely on time. Although my outline for the novel I'm writing sucks and now I have to figure out how to reoutline it while writing it. The rest of it. While writing it.

No. No, I'm behind. I thought I was. But not that far. I need to brainstorm for Billy Vain. And not jump up and down on the whole Adam Dark and the House of Colors concept. Really. I need to print out and read over a novel to see if it has any cohesion whatsoever. Nanonovels tend to do that. And I need to finish last month's Nano. And. A bunch of outlines, but those are easy. Okay. I can do this. Plus, I need to figure out if I got the goddamn time off for my brother's graduation.

Fucking Maui. Fucking hell. And I still haven't heard back from Mundania about the Sophie novel. And. And I'm wondering if I should work on some short stories to submit too. And starting to wonder how the hell I'm supposed to do this. There's a friend on my list? She's sold, like, three novels already. I have sold ZERO. I am so fucking unproductive. Argh.

... this was supposed to be non-depressing, right? Right.

I can do this. I have the whole schedule listy thing that will get me through to Maui with ten novels under my belt. I need to stop fucking mooning about over people who aren't going to change, never mind how shiny I am, and DEAL WITH IT. And then get to work. I have a lot of work to do. Miles to go before I sleep. That sort of thing. I am the Dancer, and the scent of wild thyme floats from my mane. Etc. Bonus points if you can name that novel.

At least the work day's almost over.

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There is a tap-dancing elephant on my TV screen. It is tap-dancing to singing in the rain.

So, in my head, it's a white elephant that's tap-dancing on someone's head with one eye covered in fake lashes and brandishing a pimp cane with its trunk.

That is all.