Assorted silly stuff
Jul. 18th, 2006 01:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI am writing a fic at the moment. It is that nasty fic with both sex and plot. Said plot does not require it to be set in any season, at any time of year, so I have decided to set it in January, and have spent several minutes crafting loving descriptions of a clear, starry night, with air so close to freezing it hurts the lungs, a night too cold for snow.
Jesusgod it's hot in here. About thirty degrees, according to the BBC, and I can believe it. The shop today was quiet, shady, and absolutely stil. The books and the glass hold heat, becoming a dimmed pool of stillness and heat and cranky customers.
Sigh. It's too hot to do anything, least of all write unwilling sex scenes. (Unwilling on my part, that is, not the characters'.) I can't write smut. I just can't. It is an inherent failing I have. But this story actually requires it for plot purposes.
Anyway, none of that was the point of this.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ka_crow, the_acrobat, thecapitalc - anyone, in fact, who speaks French - could you perhaps tell me what's going on here? All the English in the post is from my review of Army of Ghosts. Am I being plagiarised or MSTed or something else entirely? Many thanks.
(Also, yesterday I uploaded a lot of Indigo Girls songs forgamesiplay, and so the uploads don't go to waste, here:
Virginia Woolf
Hammer And A Nail
Fill It Up Again
Tangled Up In Blue (Bob Dylan cover)
Dairy Queen
Galileo
All That We Let In
Touch Me Fall)
I'm still looking for a studio edit of Land of Canaan, if anyone has that.
And after that post of disjointed weirdness, I'm going to bed, where I shall not sleep because it is omg a million degrees.
Jesusgod it's hot in here. About thirty degrees, according to the BBC, and I can believe it. The shop today was quiet, shady, and absolutely stil. The books and the glass hold heat, becoming a dimmed pool of stillness and heat and cranky customers.
Sigh. It's too hot to do anything, least of all write unwilling sex scenes. (Unwilling on my part, that is, not the characters'.) I can't write smut. I just can't. It is an inherent failing I have. But this story actually requires it for plot purposes.
Anyway, none of that was the point of this.
ka_crow, the_acrobat, thecapitalc - anyone, in fact, who speaks French - could you perhaps tell me what's going on here? All the English in the post is from my review of Army of Ghosts. Am I being plagiarised or MSTed or something else entirely? Many thanks.(Also, yesterday I uploaded a lot of Indigo Girls songs for
gamesiplay, and so the uploads don't go to waste, here:Virginia Woolf
Hammer And A Nail
Fill It Up Again
Tangled Up In Blue (Bob Dylan cover)
Dairy Queen
Galileo
All That We Let In
Touch Me Fall)
I'm still looking for a studio edit of Land of Canaan, if anyone has that.
And after that post of disjointed weirdness, I'm going to bed, where I shall not sleep because it is omg a million degrees.
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on 2006-07-19 06:29 pm (UTC)(Hope you're having a nice afternoon, and please don't think I'd hold a grudge against you of all people. *g*)
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on 2006-07-19 07:27 pm (UTC)*whistles "It was Paranoia" to the tune of "It Was Fascination"*
Sometimes I put my foot in my mouth and then swallow it up to the knee :P