I is bad fan.
Nov. 1st, 2011 04:52 pmIt's been almost a year since my old laptop died and I both a) had to go buy a new one and b) got behind reading stuff at Milady/Milord and have never caught up.
In fact, it's been months since I looked at practically anything posted there. On the one hand, it's freed me up to read awesome books (which, hey, I finally figured out what to do with my Tumblr! I just haven't done it yet.) and to find new ships (Ben & Leslie! Ron & Ann! Tom & Ann! Ben/Leslie/Ann! Dan & Blair! Wendy & the Middle Man! Guy & Marian!). On the other hand, I feel kind of shitty because I know people have been creating some awesome things and I feel really disconnected from my fellow Jeff/Annie shippers.
I have at least six Jeff/Annie stories planned (as in they're in my head, I just need the time to write them), not counting a couple things I have in progress, but I feel kind of like I'm off in my own little writing world, which sucks because I like having my thumb on the shippers' collective pulse when I write.
Finally, it's chilly but absolutely gorgeous outside and I have about another 20 minutes before I can leave work.
I know, I know: World's smallest record player playing the world's saddest song...
In fact, it's been months since I looked at practically anything posted there. On the one hand, it's freed me up to read awesome books (which, hey, I finally figured out what to do with my Tumblr! I just haven't done it yet.) and to find new ships (Ben & Leslie! Ron & Ann! Tom & Ann! Ben/Leslie/Ann! Dan & Blair! Wendy & the Middle Man! Guy & Marian!). On the other hand, I feel kind of shitty because I know people have been creating some awesome things and I feel really disconnected from my fellow Jeff/Annie shippers.
I have at least six Jeff/Annie stories planned (as in they're in my head, I just need the time to write them), not counting a couple things I have in progress, but I feel kind of like I'm off in my own little writing world, which sucks because I like having my thumb on the shippers' collective pulse when I write.
Finally, it's chilly but absolutely gorgeous outside and I have about another 20 minutes before I can leave work.
I know, I know: World's smallest record player playing the world's saddest song...