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Jan. 8th, 2003 04:04 amI hate the messenger!
Was happily babbling with Dlasta and Wolfsbride, and stupid Yahoo crashed. I hate that. Now they're both probably wondering what the hell happened to me.
Sorry, girls. I'm here, mad as hell, wishing I could babble with you both. smooches
My wrist is slightly better now. I know I shouldn't overwork it, but my muse us screaming at me, and I'm typing like a maniac. Gah. I hate writing emotional scenes with characters I love. Can't even kill any of them, no matter how vital that would be with the plot.
Yeah, yeah. I'm just a big mush.
Was happily babbling with Dlasta and Wolfsbride, and stupid Yahoo crashed. I hate that. Now they're both probably wondering what the hell happened to me.
Sorry, girls. I'm here, mad as hell, wishing I could babble with you both. smooches
My wrist is slightly better now. I know I shouldn't overwork it, but my muse us screaming at me, and I'm typing like a maniac. Gah. I hate writing emotional scenes with characters I love. Can't even kill any of them, no matter how vital that would be with the plot.
Yeah, yeah. I'm just a big mush.
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Date: 2003-01-09 06:25 am (UTC)I have the same problem. Wrist in death throes thanks to dragging around huge bags and rushing to meet deadlines. And inspiration just *screaming* in my ears. Don't even get me started on the amount of muses I've got... since at the moment, Avon and Tarrant are pulling me by the hair to make me finish a hot shower scene I've got them in. Argh. Hurts. Can't you guys wait? Rinse the soap off or something? Oh damn. Tarrant says they need it for lubrication. Must dash.
p.s. will get you a Snape as soon as I can drag my ass to town. I *should* do it today, since I need groceries, but don't know if I can be arsed. I'll starve instead...