well..then…(kicks over trashcan) FORGET IT! GAHD! (kicks trashcan again while it’s on the floor) No Pascal. Psh!
HE WILL ALWAYS JUDGE YOU IN SPIRIT, KAREN.
I updated my Tumblr theme! Now when you read fic on my blog, Pascal no longer stares at you judgingly.
Senator: Superheroes have to register their secret identities!
Natasha: There’s six of us. Rogers has a Smithsonian exhibit on him, Stark won’t stop telling the world he’s Iron Man, and for the rest of us, I dumped all of SHIELD’s files on the internet.
Senator: Oh. Right.
Natasha: Oh…and Thor is Thor. That’s his real name. Even if it wasn’t, he might have diplomatic immunity to the Registration Act since his “secret identity” is the crown prince of an alien civilization.
Senator: I get it, I get it.
POST CREDITS SCENE:
(Enter the Senator’s office)
Senator: Well, that was a disaster.
Voice: You think?
Senator: Who is th- Nick Fury?
Nick Fury: I’m here to talk to you about the “Stop Wasting Everyone’s Fucking Time” Initiative.
At some point in time, pretty much every fic becomes one I wish I’d never written.
Here’s the thing about writing for me. There is a place in every story I’ve written (not talking about the tiny little stories I throw up on Tumblr) where I actively loathe the story, where even looking at it just makes me want to crawl in a hole and wonder what the hell was I thinking? Did I really, really believe I could actually write this story and do it justice? Am I talented enough to get the crap that’s in my head and put it down on the page in a way that makes sense? And in those times where I just absolutely detest everything about a story, my brain tells me no, that’s not possible. I’m not talented enough, or it’s not worth it, or I just thought the story was going to be different and this wasn’t what I signed up for, and what’s even the point?
Mrs. Cupid 08 - 102 words because I spent most of the time polishing
Moira vs. Felicity the chapter.
“I know,” Thea said, like she had been completely vindicated. “But with a wife as hot as his, can you blame him?”
Mrs. Cupid 08 - 98 words cos I got distracted and had to reread the end of 07 to figure out how much Felicity knew about Oliver’s conversation with Thea.
Here’s a bit:
"…the party seems to be going well, though? Right? That’s a good thing.”
On cue, they both heard the squeal of microphone feedback and the music began to fade. Turning, Felicity saw Thea standing on the stage in front of the band, holding a handheld mic and smiling broadly.
“You were saying?” Oliver said.
“That one’s on me,” Felicity said.
Taken from someone else on another network, deemed too good not to use.
Ask me a question about one of my fics or series. It can be absolutely anything in any project and I will tell you the honest-to-goodness answer (even on the progress/plans for next chapters of current series).
Don’t hold back. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer as truthfully and as completely as possible. You can also ask about my writing as a whole, if you like.
OK. Who’s doing sprints with me tonight?
I’ll be starting at the hour mark and going for twenty minutes. I’d like to do at least three of them tonight.
Start your warmups, folks.
naturemanda - I was going to start on the hour, but Yahli is crying, can we start at the ten minute mark?
Can someone explain writing sprint to ohmypreciousgirl while I go nurse the baby?
I’m in. ohmypreciousgirl, writing sprints are bursts of concentrated for writing for a set number of minutes (we usually go 20 minutes). At the end, you post your word count and a sentence if you wish. The goal isn’t to beat others; it’s to do several word sprints and race against yourself.