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Nodnol countdown: 3 days

I'm wobbling around like an old spinster today. Stupid knee.

The follwing is mostly Lucy's fault:
I am a good writer. I have a firm grasp of grammar and spelling, and I know how to use a spellcheck. My punctuation is still shit, but that's why I have beta readers. I can take criticism of my work, and continuously strive to get better, and to break out of the happy fluffy mold I've created for myself. I'm good at writing dialogue, and I have an ear for how a character/person speaks. I (think I?) can make my (mostly tagless) dialogue style work. I don't POV-hop.I can resist my Yenta Sue urges. I've stopped feeling pressured into writing explicit sex unless I actually want to write it. I'm reasonably good at characterisation, my plots make sense in the world of the story; there are no dei-ex-machina, and I always know why my characters are doing what they do.

There. I've said it. :)

Ke ... vin? *cocks head to one side* Weh? Can't decide if I like it or not. Tentatively: I like. Not as much as the long hair, but it's a firm second. Could be improved by Kris' suggestions. Kevin? Take note, boy.

Also! Happy birthday Koda! :D *cupcakes*

Whee! I'm Ron!

I should go get food. But until then: Warning! The following contains spoilers for Sin. If you've not been spoiled yet, don't click. Unless you ( want to be. )

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Excuse me, I need to scream in pain, now.

Motherfucking knee. Motherfucking leg. Motherfucking body! OW!

Memo to self:

Take sketchbook etc. to London, in addition to notebooks. Take advantage of Sae while you have her to your disposal. (Muahahahahaha! >=D)

In other news, allow me to reiterate this, except tenfold. Motherfucker! (Yes, I'm whining.)

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You know, I'd actually kind of forgotten about this. Obviously, I screwed up with the coding and shit, but I'd still like to revive it. As what, I'm not sure. Not E&S, since a) I'm not fast enough for that by far, b) it's really not a one-band-at-a-time story, and c) Sae and I were gonna co-work on that.

I could go with one of my original plans and do a "Melle and Her Muses" type thing. Not the fanfic muses, but just the rest. Because I need something to entice me to draw on a semi-regular basis, and this seems okay. Hrm.

... la?

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Muahahahah! Smartassed email has just had a subtly nasty reply. I love this job! I'm being encouraged toe excersise my subtle-snarkiness!

LJ cast: the non-internet people

(Cause I link the net people anyway, and dude, it'd take me for-fucking-ever to list them!)

Mum and Dad: My parents. Fourty-four, married for twenty-two years. Mostly cool people, especially my dad. Mum teaches people how to handle job interviews, dad is the boss of the mailroom of the Health and Consumer Rights (?) of the European Comission in Brussels.

Rob: Eldest brother. Nineteen, studies sound and image technique in Brussels. Plays guitar in a band called Josie's Alcatrash Perception.

Sanne: Youngest brother. Thirteen and a half, currently doing his second year Latin in HS. Changing schools and subect next year. Love him. Is my buddy. Torn between admiring my punkness and scoffing at the boyband thing.

Carole, SteveS, Cindy, Ramon, Amanda, Martin, Clair: Collegues. Carole is Scottish and lots of fun. SteveS mocks my boybandness. Cindy's the IT person. Ramon is the laconic, amusing one. Amanda and Martin are both huge Eurosong fans. Martin is my boss. Also, gay. And Clair is the ex-goth of the office. :)

ChrisPuppet: Sits on my desk and amuses me during boring days.

Steve: jintro

Linz: Complicated. Oldest friend -- we go back seven years and two high schools. Male-identifying female. Isn't planning to have the actual operation because "all the chicks I fall for are lesbians." Introduced me to punk. Currently awaiting conclusion of trial about vandalism and gang-forming. Yeah, I have scary friends. Don't mess with us. Also my co-author for VRStory, which shows exactly what kind of whacko we both are, or at least were during HS.

Lola: El kitten. Psycho.

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