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[elisi]

The problem with writing going well is that it is all I want to do, and I keep not doing other things I ought to be doing.

(It has been so long since writing was going well that I had literally forgotten this feeling. All I've had for like, years, is Why will this thing not behave?!?)

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Anyway, have a petition:

Protect trans kids

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Also I need to catch up on comments (see above, sorry for being slow), and I hope everyone has a good weekend in this crazy world we live in.

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[elisi]

Thank you, it was stupidly busy because we are short-staffed... But hey ho, back home. ^_^

Anyway, back to your LOVELY comments:

Dude. Your writing is EPIC.
*blushes* Some is good, some is... serviceable. This new one is currently far below that. I can't even explain what a pain it has been. It is essentially a continuation of or companion piece to 'Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World', but has just wandered off into the weirdest places and been unmanagable the whole way. (It started with a 500 word ficlet and is now nearly 90k. /o\ WHY AM I LIKE THIS? *cries*)

Mine has always felt like a mess. And one that I barely comprehend, lol! The more you try to put your finger on it...ugh.
That is not a bad thing! Write things others don't! I remember it as complex and chewy.

I have loads of Horrid squirreled away that has not been posted (trust me, it is unpostable!) and I waffle with deleting it every other month it seems. Though I love going back and reading it, marveling at my audacity for WRITING it and (kinda...sorta) enjoying the tale and structure and man I am a woman that I worry is unwell.
... Look, I posted (flocked, but still) my deeply disturbing Spike/Dawn fic. Don't be shy! *g*