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Post-fic blahs
Sep. 27th, 2008 10:51 amSo, I finally finished what turned out to be my longest fic to date (knocked The Soul Senses off that perch) and now I don't know what to do with myself. It's disconcerting, this post-fic pseudo-depression.
And I just want to post it all here right away. I confess I already did post it to ff.net, mostly unbetaed. Heh. Because I did that, I'll likely have a posting party once it's all polished up. Expect SPN fic-spam soon.
*drums fingers*
I want to start something else, but I feel aimless. I'm thinking a Dean whumper this time. Oh, I whump both, but I'm well aware I give Sam preferential treatment. I think I know why, but I doubt anyone wants to hear about it.
Am downloading music. Can't figure out why anyone would need an MP3 player with more than 4GBs. That said, Toad the Wet Sprocket's Fear is still one of my all-time favorite albums. Through the door, what do I see? Bradley said it's haunted, the house up on the hill...
Am also going to clean out my closet. I need more room in there. Anything I didn't even consider wearing this summer (and is in decent shape) is going to the clothing bin down the street. It seems silly to hold onto things because I might wear (or fit into) them again. And, WOW, I was very thin back in the day. I don't think I appreciated it then. I should have, because now I'm lumpity-dumpity and can't seem to lose weight.
And I just want to post it all here right away. I confess I already did post it to ff.net, mostly unbetaed. Heh. Because I did that, I'll likely have a posting party once it's all polished up. Expect SPN fic-spam soon.
*drums fingers*
I want to start something else, but I feel aimless. I'm thinking a Dean whumper this time. Oh, I whump both, but I'm well aware I give Sam preferential treatment. I think I know why, but I doubt anyone wants to hear about it.
Am downloading music. Can't figure out why anyone would need an MP3 player with more than 4GBs. That said, Toad the Wet Sprocket's Fear is still one of my all-time favorite albums. Through the door, what do I see? Bradley said it's haunted, the house up on the hill...
Am also going to clean out my closet. I need more room in there. Anything I didn't even consider wearing this summer (and is in decent shape) is going to the clothing bin down the street. It seems silly to hold onto things because I might wear (or fit into) them again. And, WOW, I was very thin back in the day. I don't think I appreciated it then. I should have, because now I'm lumpity-dumpity and can't seem to lose weight.
