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analectI have been off all manner of painkillers for... lemme see... six years, I think, not counting the occasional box of codeine and caffeine pills. This week has made me miss them, although my liver probably thanks me.
I also quite fancy napalming my entire family, but there's nothing new there. Just... a lot of time that could have been better used seems to have disappeared into the gaping maw of doing totally useless things. Procrastination's fine - if it's my choice. Wasting my day getting me to move furniture you're going to want back in exactly the same place three hours later? Not so much, especially when by that point I'm lying on the floor, clutching my knackered elbow and groaning.
Gah.
So, can't think straight now. Can't even think bi. (Boom boom) Got the advance for my reprint (October - woo!) and faithfully swore I'd have the sequel done by the end of April. Oops. I'm, like, 15k off the end, with a few tweaks to the first third and a rough edit to do (plus doing something about the gang faction in the story that *totally is not* the Warrior's Society. Ahem.), and... my head's elsewhere. It really is. Even the smutty bits aren't flowing. I have indeed misplaced my cock mojo. Fuck.
I suspect it's the difficult balance between the fact six years (ish) have passed since the first book, so the boys really shouldn't be drippy teenagers anymore, yet due to their weirdo codependent relationship and the fact they missed out on anything 'normal', they're still spending too much page time sniping and bitching. Although Tommy is cute in an ill-fitting suit.
So, ima shut up now. Anyone who fancies a WIP beta/brainstorm of some m/m romance... yell. Or take me out and get me drunk. Either's good.
I also quite fancy napalming my entire family, but there's nothing new there. Just... a lot of time that could have been better used seems to have disappeared into the gaping maw of doing totally useless things. Procrastination's fine - if it's my choice. Wasting my day getting me to move furniture you're going to want back in exactly the same place three hours later? Not so much, especially when by that point I'm lying on the floor, clutching my knackered elbow and groaning.
Gah.
So, can't think straight now. Can't even think bi. (Boom boom) Got the advance for my reprint (October - woo!) and faithfully swore I'd have the sequel done by the end of April. Oops. I'm, like, 15k off the end, with a few tweaks to the first third and a rough edit to do (plus doing something about the gang faction in the story that *totally is not* the Warrior's Society. Ahem.), and... my head's elsewhere. It really is. Even the smutty bits aren't flowing. I have indeed misplaced my cock mojo. Fuck.
I suspect it's the difficult balance between the fact six years (ish) have passed since the first book, so the boys really shouldn't be drippy teenagers anymore, yet due to their weirdo codependent relationship and the fact they missed out on anything 'normal', they're still spending too much page time sniping and bitching. Although Tommy is cute in an ill-fitting suit.
So, ima shut up now. Anyone who fancies a WIP beta/brainstorm of some m/m romance... yell. Or take me out and get me drunk. Either's good.
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