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lierdumoaSo, yes. Taking a break from the fic writing. To ramble. Am stuck in the middle of a sex, scene, but not really. Not really a sex scene. And I'm not really stuck. I'm just taking a break because no one is on instant messenger for me to discuss this with specifically, so I feel the need to interrupt my writing to inform my friends list of the goings on.
But yeah. The pr0n but not really. Like, it's graphic enough to be considered pr0n, I suppose, but it's not the sort of thing that would push any of my buttons, so I'm writing it more for stylistic purposes than anything else. Mood setting. Complete with orgasms. And morning breath.
Oh, I am indeed weird.
So I'm going though my outline to see how many sex scenes I actually wrote into this fic. Because I can't remember the exact number, but I think there were a lot. As you can see, I'm a bit fixated on this issue. The issue of sex, I mean. Maybe I'm ovulating. But where was I? Yes. The number. One pr0n but not really, which I am currently working on, another pr0n but not really that makes two, three aborted sex, so maybe I should count that as two and a half, another aborted sex scene that counts as half makes three, angry sex makes four, resolution sex makes five, and epilogue sex makes six.
That was fun.
Now to calculate, my last RPS had two sex scenes, but both were very involved. I don't know that any of these will take up as much page space, because none of these is really the kind of slow and meticulously descriptive lovemaking of the last fic. Which frankly, I'm glad of, because the sort of sex I'm writing now I find much more interesting, if only for the more varied locations.
Definitely ovulating.
Evol pr0n muse. Keeping me up far past bedtime. Wheneverthefuck that is.
You know, I worry that I underestimated the time this would take. Cause even with no job or school, it's going to take a while to eke out what looks like is shaping up to be five or six thousand words worth of fic. You know -- in addition to the already eked out 800 words. Which is a pathetically small number I know, in the grand scheme of things, but I think the first scene was one of the hardest, so I'm not too worried about taking this long on the rest of it. Might not finish this till Thursday, though, which may I say, totally sucks.
What ever happened to cut tags, you ask? Fuck that shit. Lama's tired and bitchy and horny. Lama rambles in a whining fashion, endlessly, and for all to see. Lama refers to herself in the third person with the weird nickname Syd gave her.
Poor Lama. She's crazy, you know.
But yeah. The pr0n but not really. Like, it's graphic enough to be considered pr0n, I suppose, but it's not the sort of thing that would push any of my buttons, so I'm writing it more for stylistic purposes than anything else. Mood setting. Complete with orgasms. And morning breath.
Oh, I am indeed weird.
So I'm going though my outline to see how many sex scenes I actually wrote into this fic. Because I can't remember the exact number, but I think there were a lot. As you can see, I'm a bit fixated on this issue. The issue of sex, I mean. Maybe I'm ovulating. But where was I? Yes. The number. One pr0n but not really, which I am currently working on, another pr0n but not really that makes two, three aborted sex, so maybe I should count that as two and a half, another aborted sex scene that counts as half makes three, angry sex makes four, resolution sex makes five, and epilogue sex makes six.
That was fun.
Now to calculate, my last RPS had two sex scenes, but both were very involved. I don't know that any of these will take up as much page space, because none of these is really the kind of slow and meticulously descriptive lovemaking of the last fic. Which frankly, I'm glad of, because the sort of sex I'm writing now I find much more interesting, if only for the more varied locations.
Definitely ovulating.
Evol pr0n muse. Keeping me up far past bedtime. Wheneverthefuck that is.
You know, I worry that I underestimated the time this would take. Cause even with no job or school, it's going to take a while to eke out what looks like is shaping up to be five or six thousand words worth of fic. You know -- in addition to the already eked out 800 words. Which is a pathetically small number I know, in the grand scheme of things, but I think the first scene was one of the hardest, so I'm not too worried about taking this long on the rest of it. Might not finish this till Thursday, though, which may I say, totally sucks.
What ever happened to cut tags, you ask? Fuck that shit. Lama's tired and bitchy and horny. Lama rambles in a whining fashion, endlessly, and for all to see. Lama refers to herself in the third person with the weird nickname Syd gave her.
Poor Lama. She's crazy, you know.
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Date: 2004-04-07 05:08 am (UTC)Anna understands, and please, she wants the pr0n any way she can get it.
Nasty little habitses
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Date: 2004-04-07 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-08 12:48 am (UTC)