Life thus far.
Jun. 14th, 2004 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lierdumoaHmmm. Update.
My roommate invited four friends over. She celebrated their presence with alcohol. I am now tipsy for the first time in my life. Curious business. I'm fairly certain my mental faculties haven't been impaired. My balance is another story. I called Syd and she laughed at me. I still love her, though, so it's cool.
More important than my social life, I'm two thirds done with the leather!pr0n. I hope. Dear god, don't let this fic extend beyond 4,000 words. It's already 2,270 words worth of *solid pr0n.* No plot breaks whatsoever. My brain is so fried. And not just because of the jello shots.
I think it's progressing quite well. I've been listening to gangsta rap and what can only be described as psychedellic jazz as I write. I hope it's not affecting my writing style.
I'm debating whether or not to write the next scene before I got to bed. On the one hand, it will give me less to do tomorrow. On the other hand, I'm very, very tipsy, so chances are I'll have to rewrite the whole scene tomorrow anyway. Then again, I always rewrite scenes after re-reading them the next day. Hmmm. What a conundrum.
Well, I'm going to bed at 3:00, so I suppose I can get some writing done before then.
Night, all.
My roommate invited four friends over. She celebrated their presence with alcohol. I am now tipsy for the first time in my life. Curious business. I'm fairly certain my mental faculties haven't been impaired. My balance is another story. I called Syd and she laughed at me. I still love her, though, so it's cool.
More important than my social life, I'm two thirds done with the leather!pr0n. I hope. Dear god, don't let this fic extend beyond 4,000 words. It's already 2,270 words worth of *solid pr0n.* No plot breaks whatsoever. My brain is so fried. And not just because of the jello shots.
I think it's progressing quite well. I've been listening to gangsta rap and what can only be described as psychedellic jazz as I write. I hope it's not affecting my writing style.
I'm debating whether or not to write the next scene before I got to bed. On the one hand, it will give me less to do tomorrow. On the other hand, I'm very, very tipsy, so chances are I'll have to rewrite the whole scene tomorrow anyway. Then again, I always rewrite scenes after re-reading them the next day. Hmmm. What a conundrum.
Well, I'm going to bed at 3:00, so I suppose I can get some writing done before then.
Night, all.
