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Me, upon writing three short paragraphs of mediocre-at-best fanfic, after like half a year in which I couldn't make myself write anything:

  1. I am awesome.
  2. I am going to sleep.

(Seriously, I was worried that something was lastingly broken. Which you know is ridiculous, and I know is ridiculous, and my therapist has told me repeatedly is ridiculous (only nicely), but there it is. Or rather: there it was!)
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After accidentally spending four straight hours developing a story idea when I should have been sleeping (please don't get your hopes up, anyone, since the chances of me actually writing this approximate zero ([personal profile] emef, "anyone" means you (yes it is Person of Interest))), I again contemplate the eternal question: am I actually manic, or just a writer?

In other news, I learned... yesterday... that not only does such a thing as spreadable cookie paste exist, this inexplicable substance is actually vegan. I have not come to any conclusions about what to do with this information.

I will now become unconscious for a time.
enemyofperfect: a spray of orange leaves against a muted background (Default)
So people, I cannot even with this picture of Taraji P. Henson and Kevin Chapman smiling adorably (during the making of 1x14, apparently). I think I should always keep it open to rest my eyes upon in weary moments.

Actually, it's interesting -- I think of myself as a much more visual than auditory person, but although I routinely use music to modulate my mood, particularly when I'm working on something, it's never occurred to me until very recently to do anything like that with images. It turns out, it's kind of nice! The other day I tried using a thematically relevant picture for inspiration during a fic-writing attempt, with mixed success -- possibly because what it was most relevant to was actually a few scenes along, but on the other hand, when I hated what I was writing, at least it gave me something to look forward to. And something to gaze at other than the terrible blankness after the blinking cursor.

In other news, I am a very poor thing today, because tiny pathogens are attacking my body, i.e., I am sick. Mostly all I want to do is sleep, but I guess I'll hold off a while longer and try to work on drinking fluids and things like that. That sounds sort of like a plan.

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