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.
So, um. Second to last scene has Em going completely psycho and killing James. In a rather bloody and gory way. As in, violence and psychosis of Wax-like proportions. And while I'm more than probably not even up to her ankles when it comes to this, I. am. so. stoked. to write that scene!
Moral of the story: I'm a sick, sick, sick puppy! Wheee!
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I can get the specifics from my dad if need be, but basically, it's a v. solid, good little thing. Lots of buttons, everything in working order. It's a bit scratched on the bottom, but nothign serious. I've had it for six years, and my brother's band had it at their garage for three of those, so you know if it survived that, it'll survive anything. :D
(You're near London, right?) (Not to be random or anything.)
AIM- unfortunately, AIM refused to install on my computer. Got MSN? :)
Yup: badevilgrrl@hotmail.com :)
(Is it time to go home yet? Stupid job.)
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we're about 45 min from London by train. (We're not actually that far physically, but it's one of those damn trains that stops at, like, every stop on the line.)
What do you do?