Jun 6, 2012
...If any of the French-speaking members of my dash are currently awake, I'd love them forever if they'd let themselves be known so I could ask them a question. ;w;
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...If any of the French-speaking members of my dash are currently awake, I'd love them forever if they'd let themselves be known so I could ask them a question. ;w;
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They say their king is an angel. They say that he fell down in a cloudburst one day, a long, long time ago, in a flurry of great white wings, naked save for the gold wrapped around his pale wrists and ankles, fine chains draped around his neck. They say he had had a halo, bright like the sun they think he’d come from, and they say he had had a smile.
(They debate, now, on whether their king, the angel, has any or all these things still.)
Legitimately impressed by people who can write Norway well. How do people write Norway well?
Once I could write a semi-decent quality 15,000 word oneshot in a day. Once. They may have killed me, but I could do it.
WHERE HAVE THOSE DAYS GONE NOW. Come back to me. *s-sob*
I seem to be sinking into quarter-hour cycles with this fic. For the first fifteen minutes: I can do this! The second fifteen minutes: This is confusing. I'm confusing myself. What does this even mean? The third fifteen minutes: This is awful. I will never write again. The fourth fifteen minutes: Hey, look at this picture/bit of info/fic-bit. That's really inspiring! Maybe I should write?
And repeat.
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What is this feeling? So sudden and new? I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing, My head is reeling, My face is flushing, What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yes! Loathing. Unadulterated loathing. For your face - Your voice - Your clothing -
Aka - thank you, 'What Is This Feeling?' for being stuck in my head whilst I'm trying to write fruk fic. /sarcasm Whilst appropriate, the soundtrack is annoying when stuck on repeat.
Looking at pretty Portuguese butterflies now because of Eden talking about certain Iberian idiots on my dash and making me want to write reasons.
I think my brain has fic-commitment issues.