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Oct. 17th, 2003 06:33 pmIt is Friday -- and so endeth the most horrible week *ever.*
Let's see...I flunked my calculus test. I flunked my physics test. I'm about two seconds a way from having a royal panic. I'm guessing this is going to be a common thing in my livejournal. Mellow periods punctuated with brief spasms of hysterical stress. Also, my mother is visiting this weekend. I really want to spend time with her, but at the same time, I really want to not flunk out of college. I told her I couldn't do anything with her tonight. We agreed to have breakfast tomorrow.
She told me to call her at 8:00am.
How is it that people fail to understand that 8:00am is an ungodly hour? Especially for a Saturday morning!
Guess what -- this isn't the only reason my week was shitty. No, my week was shitty for practically every reason imaginable. I got very little done, either with my writing or with my homework. Flunkage is imminent. I forgot about a beta job I was supposed to do last week and ended up doing it this week. I discovered that there are indeed things more mentally exhausting than physics and calculus. For example, offering to beta anything written by non-English speaker. I'm an insane grammar/syntax nazi when it comes to betaing. I notice even the tiniest of errors. Well, let me tell you -- when a fic is written by a non-English speaker, the errors are anything but tiny. In addition to that, the fic was non-con. I *hate* non-con. I don't know why I offered to beta it. I was really just asking for pain.
At least it was well-written (grammatical errors nonwithstanding). The characterization was good.
When I sent the beta off to the author, she said she hoped she could work with me again in the future. Heh. Fuck no! Don't get me wrong -- she wasn't a bad writer. It's just that I prefer not to subject myself to slow death. And frankly, slow death is the only way to accurately describe a fic that, despite being only 1500 words long, takes five hours to beta.
One good thing -- I am once again happy with chapters 3 & 4 of Bitter Water. After re-reading my entire fic, I decided that it wasn't nearly as horrible as I'd imagined. Rather, I was being a giant spaz. That was a relief. I did find a few small things which required corrections. I've put the corrections into the lj version of the story, but I have yet to fix the Fiction Alley version. No pressure.
In other knews,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daylight_shadow, you'll be happy to know that Ripe Wicked Plum updated Working Girl. For those of you who don't know, this is a Spike/Buffy fic written for the BtVS fandom. Yeah, that's right folks -- it's het. In fact, the only kind of fic Ripe Wicked Plum writes is het. But it's *good* het.
( meme time )
"Greeting the monster in our easter dresses
Father says bow your head like the good book says
I think the good book is missing some pages"
-- "Icicle" by Tori Amos
"I burned that pervert's house down."
-- Donnie Darko
Let's see...I flunked my calculus test. I flunked my physics test. I'm about two seconds a way from having a royal panic. I'm guessing this is going to be a common thing in my livejournal. Mellow periods punctuated with brief spasms of hysterical stress. Also, my mother is visiting this weekend. I really want to spend time with her, but at the same time, I really want to not flunk out of college. I told her I couldn't do anything with her tonight. We agreed to have breakfast tomorrow.
She told me to call her at 8:00am.
How is it that people fail to understand that 8:00am is an ungodly hour? Especially for a Saturday morning!
Guess what -- this isn't the only reason my week was shitty. No, my week was shitty for practically every reason imaginable. I got very little done, either with my writing or with my homework. Flunkage is imminent. I forgot about a beta job I was supposed to do last week and ended up doing it this week. I discovered that there are indeed things more mentally exhausting than physics and calculus. For example, offering to beta anything written by non-English speaker. I'm an insane grammar/syntax nazi when it comes to betaing. I notice even the tiniest of errors. Well, let me tell you -- when a fic is written by a non-English speaker, the errors are anything but tiny. In addition to that, the fic was non-con. I *hate* non-con. I don't know why I offered to beta it. I was really just asking for pain.
At least it was well-written (grammatical errors nonwithstanding). The characterization was good.
When I sent the beta off to the author, she said she hoped she could work with me again in the future. Heh. Fuck no! Don't get me wrong -- she wasn't a bad writer. It's just that I prefer not to subject myself to slow death. And frankly, slow death is the only way to accurately describe a fic that, despite being only 1500 words long, takes five hours to beta.
One good thing -- I am once again happy with chapters 3 & 4 of Bitter Water. After re-reading my entire fic, I decided that it wasn't nearly as horrible as I'd imagined. Rather, I was being a giant spaz. That was a relief. I did find a few small things which required corrections. I've put the corrections into the lj version of the story, but I have yet to fix the Fiction Alley version. No pressure.
In other knews,
daylight_shadow, you'll be happy to know that Ripe Wicked Plum updated Working Girl. For those of you who don't know, this is a Spike/Buffy fic written for the BtVS fandom. Yeah, that's right folks -- it's het. In fact, the only kind of fic Ripe Wicked Plum writes is het. But it's *good* het.( meme time )
"Greeting the monster in our easter dresses
Father says bow your head like the good book says
I think the good book is missing some pages"
-- "Icicle" by Tori Amos
"I burned that pervert's house down."
-- Donnie Darko
