Worked on my pirate fanfiction tonight. I need to post something. It has nothing to do with yet another crappy day at work getting very little accomplished while people appreciate all my hard work then toss more on the pile…there are definite drawbacks to the “miracle worker” appellation.
Not there. Here. Bashing my head against the wall to get one damn chapter out because I promised Bly and Phoenix I would try, and because I need to hear how wonderful I am without the “now can you…” Except I will get nagged, the second I post they’ll beg for more. But that’s different. They’re honestly complimenting me, not just saying it as a politeness before piling more on. And they’re begging me for something I’d love to supply, more writing. And the begging IS a compliment.
So. Onward. To soothe my creative soul, before it dies like so many others buried in an avalanche of meaningless paperwork, before “Friday” “payday” and “retirement” become my only sacred words…