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Words cannot describe how awesome Leahy is. For all those of you who ever listened to A Call To Dance and just sort of sat there after the first time enraptured by visions of one of those frenzied fairy dances on a hill somewhere, that's what the entire damn concert was like. Only warmer. It was amazing. They were energized and incredibly skilled and oof. I'm still buzzing off the high the next morning.
I'm not sure what's going on on Twitter this morning, but everything this week seems to be designed to throw me for a loop in the mornings. Today it was an account following me that looks like it's only following me because Unspooling Fiction (Murderboarding) has become a Thing lately. I'm not sure if that means it's become an even bigger Thing or if that's just the internet or what. At least it looks pretty good? It's either going to be really good, like, The Shield good (well, I liked The Shield anyway) or it's going to suck hardcore. There is no middle ground here. I'm hoping for good, for our sake and theirs. I like the writer, and I haven't heard of the others involved as far as I can tell. And their last update on their news page was end of September of last year.
Two days till Grimm. I find myself very, very wary of, well, everything. Mostly I want my damn Captain back, not this love-obsessed bespelled psychopath who's replaced him. I miss my Captain, dammit.
Right. Today's statement of intent: doing the writing I didn't do yesterday because snow and languages and Leahy (AUGH LEAHY AUGH) and doing at least two scenes worth of line edits, and figuring out what else I need to be writing over the next week. Apart from the Grimm recapalypse because dear god that's going to be interesting and probably full of metaplot and things to chew on. I really hope today's quiet so I can do some research and sort out my brain. My brain right now isn't so much hyperactive as a jumbled mess. Ugh.
Words cannot describe how awesome Leahy is. For all those of you who ever listened to A Call To Dance and just sort of sat there after the first time enraptured by visions of one of those frenzied fairy dances on a hill somewhere, that's what the entire damn concert was like. Only warmer. It was amazing. They were energized and incredibly skilled and oof. I'm still buzzing off the high the next morning.
I'm not sure what's going on on Twitter this morning, but everything this week seems to be designed to throw me for a loop in the mornings. Today it was an account following me that looks like it's only following me because Unspooling Fiction (Murderboarding) has become a Thing lately. I'm not sure if that means it's become an even bigger Thing or if that's just the internet or what. At least it looks pretty good? It's either going to be really good, like, The Shield good (well, I liked The Shield anyway) or it's going to suck hardcore. There is no middle ground here. I'm hoping for good, for our sake and theirs. I like the writer, and I haven't heard of the others involved as far as I can tell. And their last update on their news page was end of September of last year.
Two days till Grimm. I find myself very, very wary of, well, everything. Mostly I want my damn Captain back, not this love-obsessed bespelled psychopath who's replaced him. I miss my Captain, dammit.
Right. Today's statement of intent: doing the writing I didn't do yesterday because snow and languages and Leahy (AUGH LEAHY AUGH) and doing at least two scenes worth of line edits, and figuring out what else I need to be writing over the next week. Apart from the Grimm recapalypse because dear god that's going to be interesting and probably full of metaplot and things to chew on. I really hope today's quiet so I can do some research and sort out my brain. My brain right now isn't so much hyperactive as a jumbled mess. Ugh.