Writer's Block: Dear LiveJournal
Mar. 6th, 2011 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Ten years as of May.
Yes, you read that correctly: ten years.
This LiveJournal has witnessed a lot of things. Some of high school. (Oh god oh god please let me claw my face off. I was never 16. I deny it.) It witnessed epically terrible poetry because I was fucking sixteen oh god.Unepic obsession and drama. Dating SimoB! That was good times. Murdering Jason in the face with twee, which Jen reminds me of frequently. Anime faces! ^_^ Wai! Epic crushes on every girl I knew because I'm good like that. (P.S. Thank you all for not murdering me.) Also talking to my characters in my head. I miss that. When did that stop? Oh god, and the cosplaying. I miss being rich enough and involved enough in anime fandom to do that. God I was moody when I... oh. Yes, well. Never mind, then.
(Man, Jen, you should have gotten to me ten years ago. I was totally confident inmy incredibly shit-tastic writing then. But, er, I guess you couldn't have taken my work then. *G*)
Apropos of that, the following quote from when I was looking into universities and what courses were grabbing my attention:
Soc, Soc, English, Psych, Psych, Psych, gay-related, gay-related, gay-related, Psych, Psych, Soc, Psych, gay-related, Fencing, Revolution, English...
Oh well. ^_________^ I'll become a writer of gay-centric psychological thrillers. Or Harlequins ;)
That was not at all appropriate. At least half of the sex scenes I've written have been straight. (Wait. *thinks* More than. If we leave out the threesomes/moresomes/orgies, it's actually like 4:1. I'll have to rectify this.)
"Of course, this means I'll have to *buy* pyjamas..."
"Alex, you have to stop saying things like this... :)"
"Would you prefer I didn't buy pyjamas? *radiates innocence*"
And then my love of fanfic transfers over to Simon: I got SimonB started on Harry/Draco (as Ali screams "I'VE CREATED A MONSTER! ...but it's cute, kinda like an Elmo or Grover...") Hee hee hee hee.
And the seme/uke game. I should start playing that again with my characters. Except most of them are always uke. ...hmmm, I wonder why.
All of university. BURRIS! Burris is definitely the best part of my LJ.
Then there was more school. That was friggin' dumb of me. Why did I ever think I could hack it as a writer? ;P
And then... the hellish work. Oh god. We Shall Not Speak Its Name.
And now massage therapy (which is much better). <3
Yeah.
Ten years as of May.
Yes, you read that correctly: ten years.
This LiveJournal has witnessed a lot of things. Some of high school. (Oh god oh god please let me claw my face off. I was never 16. I deny it.) It witnessed epically terrible poetry because I was fucking sixteen oh god.
(Man, Jen, you should have gotten to me ten years ago. I was totally confident in
Apropos of that, the following quote from when I was looking into universities and what courses were grabbing my attention:
Soc, Soc, English, Psych, Psych, Psych, gay-related, gay-related, gay-related, Psych, Psych, Soc, Psych, gay-related, Fencing, Revolution, English...
Oh well. ^_________^ I'll become a writer of gay-centric psychological thrillers. Or Harlequins ;)
That was not at all appropriate. At least half of the sex scenes I've written have been straight. (Wait. *thinks* More than. If we leave out the threesomes/moresomes/orgies, it's actually like 4:1. I'll have to rectify this.)
"Of course, this means I'll have to *buy* pyjamas..."
"Alex, you have to stop saying things like this... :)"
"Would you prefer I didn't buy pyjamas? *radiates innocence*"
And then my love of fanfic transfers over to Simon: I got SimonB started on Harry/Draco (as Ali screams "I'VE CREATED A MONSTER! ...but it's cute, kinda like an Elmo or Grover...") Hee hee hee hee.
And the seme/uke game. I should start playing that again with my characters. Except most of them are always uke. ...hmmm, I wonder why.
All of university. BURRIS! Burris is definitely the best part of my LJ.
Then there was more school. That was friggin' dumb of me. Why did I ever think I could hack it as a writer? ;P
And then... the hellish work. Oh god. We Shall Not Speak Its Name.
And now massage therapy (which is much better). <3
Yeah.
