wow.

[roxy]

I can dick around like no bodies business, me. I came home on fire to write, and so far, I've read my flist--you clever things, you--and read fic. (no, it gets worse--my own stuff! I know it! It's kind of like staring at yourself in a mirror and telling yourself you're cute...wait...I *do* do that. How embarrassing!)

Last night I worked on Boys Of Summer.I added two scenes--a very brief one with Lionel, and I'm working on an assex scene with Lex and Clark. You know--that thing is fun to read. Yes, yes, I'm tootling my own horn but I heartily recommend it. It's great fun, and chock full of angst, and a little humor, and a little sex...and a little non-con and drug use and murder, but hey! It's also got Clex and Clitney and Whex--a little something for everyone! *beams* and I can self pimp like a motherfucker!

Lessee, right now,. I'm going to load up on coffee and Altiods, and clean up the Rip bitlet and post that, and thank you one million times, rhiannonhero, you make me blush! And get all giddy...*GRIN*

Gosh. I'm in a good mood. Sure, why not--it's the opposite side of Hormonal Storm.

Comments

[sadiethenymph.livejournal.com]

Typically people write what they want to read, right?

Heehee. I do that too. I just came across a story I wrote a little while ago and read it. I walked away in awe of the time I once had to devote to writing. My ability to just put words down was phenomenal when I didn't have a job or a boyfriend or, well, any distractions :)

I admire the hell out of you for the amount of writing you get done. You're my hero. *kisses*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Umm....*blush*
Thank you she said, from behind a ginormous pile of dishes, laundry, dust bunnies, weeds from the garden growing their way right into the house...and please, ignore the pitiful cries of my starving family...