Jul 14
i have an hour and i'm going to power through writing a full story. editing will come later but i'm doing it, i'm clocking in for the jack fic i got asked for
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i have an hour and i'm going to power through writing a full story. editing will come later but i'm doing it, i'm clocking in for the jack fic i got asked for
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cracking open a beer and a word doc at the same time to see how much i can get done before my laptop dies. country music is still on, and i have water and half a pack of sour patch. i'll see y'all on the other side of this
Locker Room Talk hits me perfectly directly in the chest, oh my word. (First thing I said while looking through everything Shawn has been in was "fuck, am I gonna end up watching a fucking cop show for him??" and yeah I am but not yet) But also cause I'm disabled and use mobility aids and I can picture myself all too well in a food court, food carefully balanced on the seat of my rollator and starting to get lightheaded. You did an amazing job <3
ahh you're so sweet! i had the same thought, i actually grew up working with the Innocence Project and my family's been done dirty by the police in a few different ways, but i was so interested to see shawn hatosy as a cop (and also baby gordon from gotham, a truly guilty guilty pleasure) so i caved. and i've been there bud! i don't have a rollator, but i do use a cane when i'm on my feet for longer than an hour or two and it's exhausting trying to keep stuff balanced, especially with wrist issues
i'm trying really hard to not just glaze over any of sammy's wrongdoings when i write about him, because the man's got issues, just not irredeemable ones
just got majorly distracted and wound up at the bottom of a rabbit hole trying to figure out exactly how much cocaine used to be in coca-cola and how absolutely wrecked people were on it
far as i can tell, no one knows with the original recipe, but in 1929 each glass had about 9mg of cocaine, and then i had to research cocaine, having never done it. looks like 5 glasses of coke in 1929 = one bump
i still don't know how much a bump is (in terms of effect) but i know i feel sick if i drink half a buzzball, so that's probably for the best
i'm sunburned, sleep deprived, dehydrated, my water bottle is left at a client's house, i'm petsitting and had a market this morning, haven't eaten other than a few granola bars, and my skin feels like acid. but i also have freshly washed hair, three golden retrievers to love, a nice bed with fresh sheets, and enough memory loss from being tired to read the stories i wrote earlier this week like it's the first time while i unwind before a nap. life is good, and praise be to aloe vera
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i'm on a roll with writing rn and i'm equal parts sleepy and pleased with myself. i'm back to making some serious progress on my jack abbot high school reunion date fic and i'm around halfway through structuring my pope cody longfic
i'm so excited! i want to start another new project this week and i'm going to focus on the requests i've gotten
there’s a certain type of humbling that happens when you have to pull out three separate balls of yarn (all attached to a crochet jester hat) and a set of juggling balls from your backpack and set them on the receptionist’s desk to find your insurance card
my life is a joke
holy fuck there are over 250 of us now??? por que? i'm going to try to roll past the whole i'm not funny enough or a good enough writer stuff and skip to the good part
hello new friends! thank you for being here and engaging with the byproducts of my addled mind. i thrive off of people saying nice things to me (but only if they're sincere) and i'm working on overcoming a severe aversion to people reading my writing. so far i've only let 2 people in my life ever read my writing willingly (once almost passed out reading an essay at school that i didn't know at the time was a competition) and both of them only happened because y'all were really nice about my stories the last two months
i do take requests and i actually love them, so please please send me ideas for stories if you have them and feel like outsourcing! i love a good challenge, and i only have maybe 4 projects in the works right now, which is actually low for me
i'm also definitely here to make friends, so feel free to just say hi or whatever else pops into your noggin