so they must let us in
Jul. 26th, 2002 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensAccidie.
Or, on some level, post-novel triste.
I am definitely not starting trying to write number 2 yet (though I suppose I _could_ try to put plot together), nor am I really ready to begin editing till I get more comments back. Also, I don't have any projects immediately on the table, unless you count the desultory scribbling of fanfiction for the double aim of (a) writing practice, (b) cheap gratification.
The box of Turkish Delight from my parents sits on the corner of my desk and eyes me in much the same way as another box of Turkish Delight must once have eyed Edmund.
Eh. I'll get over it.
My mind is swarming with vague Mary Sue daydreams. As such, I do not bore other people with them: I enjoy them, I toy with them, and I try to save the better bits for later use.
Or, on some level, post-novel triste.
I am definitely not starting trying to write number 2 yet (though I suppose I _could_ try to put plot together), nor am I really ready to begin editing till I get more comments back. Also, I don't have any projects immediately on the table, unless you count the desultory scribbling of fanfiction for the double aim of (a) writing practice, (b) cheap gratification.
The box of Turkish Delight from my parents sits on the corner of my desk and eyes me in much the same way as another box of Turkish Delight must once have eyed Edmund.
Eh. I'll get over it.
My mind is swarming with vague Mary Sue daydreams. As such, I do not bore other people with them: I enjoy them, I toy with them, and I try to save the better bits for later use.
