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May. 8th, 2007 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadePimpage!
The first short story in this possibly ill-advised series is up! The journal is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bartonhall, and it's friends-locked for legal and privacy purposes. I haven't put anyone on the list yet because I don't want to take it for granted that people will want to read. I see you looking at me. Shaddup.
But just so you have an idea of what's going on, have a cookie!
"And if I was a superstitious kind of girl I'd say that was a bad omen for my studying."
It was much more likely that she would say such a thing because she didn't want to study, or do her German homework, or anything that involved using her brain for something more strenuous than idle thought. And while she knew that, it didn't make her focus on homework instead of the wind.
"Just the wind," she told herself again, swinging her legs over the bed and taking herself over to the desk. Another psychological tool, putting her at her place of work in body and in mind. "Just the wind. No reason to be nervous."
Her knees came up, toes curling over the edge of the stock dorm-room chair, and she reached one arm to the tipping point to pull her history book out of her bag. First things first, and in this case first meant the most annoying. At least she was mostly caught up, which meant she only had to read -- she turned to the syllabus tucked raggedly into the front -- eight pages. She could do eight pages.
As long as the door didn't bang open and disgorge a panting Will, shirt stuck to his chest and hair sticking out at ends. He'd probably forgotten to pull a brush through it anytime in the last thirty-six hours. Silly boy. Paige stood up, moved him like so much baggage into the middle of the room, and closed the door behind him.
More pimpage! There's a fun RP community involving reincarnated gods going on over at GJ! Check it out! Seriously.
At some point later today there will be posting of a deleted and very gratuitously smutty scene, and probably prompts written. Right now I not only need a shower, I need an aspirin because my head is really starting to kill me. On the plus side, I've gotten more writing done today than I expected to, quicker than I expected to. I think I just need to start working on it early. And preferably before I get online.
Comments will be tagged! As soon as I shower and get back from running errands. All that good stuff. Comments, prompts, things. Yeah. I had a thought. Then it went away. Get back here.
Oh! And if anyone can help me think of a title for that first story, that'd be a great help. Because I thought of one at 3.30 AM two nights ago and I didn't write it down, and now I can't remember it.
The first short story in this possibly ill-advised series is up! The journal is
bartonhall, and it's friends-locked for legal and privacy purposes. I haven't put anyone on the list yet because I don't want to take it for granted that people will want to read. I see you looking at me. Shaddup.But just so you have an idea of what's going on, have a cookie!
"And if I was a superstitious kind of girl I'd say that was a bad omen for my studying."
It was much more likely that she would say such a thing because she didn't want to study, or do her German homework, or anything that involved using her brain for something more strenuous than idle thought. And while she knew that, it didn't make her focus on homework instead of the wind.
"Just the wind," she told herself again, swinging her legs over the bed and taking herself over to the desk. Another psychological tool, putting her at her place of work in body and in mind. "Just the wind. No reason to be nervous."
Her knees came up, toes curling over the edge of the stock dorm-room chair, and she reached one arm to the tipping point to pull her history book out of her bag. First things first, and in this case first meant the most annoying. At least she was mostly caught up, which meant she only had to read -- she turned to the syllabus tucked raggedly into the front -- eight pages. She could do eight pages.
As long as the door didn't bang open and disgorge a panting Will, shirt stuck to his chest and hair sticking out at ends. He'd probably forgotten to pull a brush through it anytime in the last thirty-six hours. Silly boy. Paige stood up, moved him like so much baggage into the middle of the room, and closed the door behind him.
More pimpage! There's a fun RP community involving reincarnated gods going on over at GJ! Check it out! Seriously.
At some point later today there will be posting of a deleted and very gratuitously smutty scene, and probably prompts written. Right now I not only need a shower, I need an aspirin because my head is really starting to kill me. On the plus side, I've gotten more writing done today than I expected to, quicker than I expected to. I think I just need to start working on it early. And preferably before I get online.
Comments will be tagged! As soon as I shower and get back from running errands. All that good stuff. Comments, prompts, things. Yeah. I had a thought. Then it went away. Get back here.
Oh! And if anyone can help me think of a title for that first story, that'd be a great help. Because I thought of one at 3.30 AM two nights ago and I didn't write it down, and now I can't remember it.