I don't think I have ever been so proud of my writing. If I have to be completely honest, though, it is far from my best work, but darn the sheer size of it should count for something. Of course, the 50,021 words I spent 28 days writing, my sister read in 1. And yes, I allowed her access: I don't think I could have written anything at all with her looking over my shoulder.

Now that this project is finished, though, my life feels vaguely empty. Well, thank you, final exams, for bringing new purpose into my life. And thank you, sore throat, for making sure I don't get too bored being healthy. I just adore you guys.

Current Mood: sleepy

NaNo began today, and already I am rudely reminded of how little literary-creative stamina I have. Nevertheless, I did manage 1820 words today. Whoot!

Guess whom I'll be bothering a lot this month? That's right, twinsofthesky , watch out.

Current Mood: sore

Nano is getting closer and closer, and I am really, really indecently excited. All I need now is an actual plot before I begin my mental vomiting (otherwise known as creative writing). It shall be epic.

Current Mood: bouncy

Thought I would share this rather amazing video. It reaches the height of Awesomeness when he starts to read a nursery rhyme--creepily. *inserted well-deserved evil cackling*



(Also notice how the Creepiness of the reading is only matched by the Perversity of the LJ icon.)

Current Mood: annoyed

My muse struck me with something else instead. It's rather hastily written, but I don't care.

This is an experiment with, of all things, sounds. Yeh-up.

Fandom: Psych
Ship: Carlton/Shawn
Rating: PG?
Summary: The watch was the only thing he left behind besides the ring.

So deliciously inappropriate.

Current Mood: giggly

twinsofthesky was nice enough to make this uber amazing Cloud icon for me~ *confetti* Let us rejoice in her and Cloud's splendour!



Notes: If it seems that Dash is accepting everything too readily--and it should--that's intentional. I'm a little better than that at characterization. *shifty eyes*



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Current Mood: worried

Who's surprised that I wrote more than three chapters for a fic? *raises hand enthusiastically*

Title: The Fic that Conveniently has no Name
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Ship: Swagger Bishie
Random Notes: I will never understand men's fascination with feminine under clothing.

Current Mood: restless

I took a fun "What's My House" quiz today, and behold my results:

Your home is a Athletic Magnate's Villa Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your home theater with 37 different sports channels. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists. Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Real Estate

Current Mood: content

Because   firebombx  just loves my fics, here comes more of one~ Yayness.

Title: (it shall exist eventually)
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Ship: Swagger Bishie
Notes: I love chugging out light-hearted, silly OOC fics.

Current Mood: giggly