Secret to living // Pokemon

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You know, what's terrifying about writing is the issue of coherence vs incoherence. If you're writing something fairly straightforward, like a thriller, a mystery, whatever, this doesn't really apply. But I can't write that type of plot anyway. So. Here I am, trying to write fiction that's more literary and experimental, and the thing is, it's impossible to know as I'm writing whether the things that seem brilliant to me are actually brilliant, or whether I'm essentially being the literary equivalent of M. Night Shyamalan. I mean, obviously Shyamalan doesn't know that he's Shyamalan (except for, you know, in the most literal sense), because if he did, he wouldn't think his ideas are so deep and amazing when they're not.

There are things in my novel that don't actually make much logical sense --- for one thing, the entire premise essentially centers around an almost-literal deus ex machina --- but it's my feeling that it's okay because the story's not actually about the plot in the first place. It's not really a fairy tale, or magical realism, but it is one of those stories in which the world of the story was never intended to seem "real." But --- what if that's not a good enough excuse? What if it's actually just sort of sloppy and illogical?
Romana // Doctor Who

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Ganked from anat_astarte:

Book meme:
- Grab the nearest book.
- Open it to page 56.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
- Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.


Mine is: The body was then bound in cloth.

. . . That's not really very helpful.
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I'm up to 35k words on my novella. Or novel. Or, you know, whatever it ends up being. I really ought to be much further along than this by now, but I have terrible troubles with sticking to any kind of writing schedule, so . . . .
Fritz

I'm really tired.

And, like, I don't get it. I am not working that many hours, and it's not some kind of insanely demanding job. It's not like I'm out digging ditches on the side of the highway 40 hours a week or something.

But I just

feel like I'm going to collapse.

I'm a little bit worried, to be honest. I mean, I assume I'll adjust. But what if I don't? What if I'm just some weird, freakish human being who genuinely can't work any harder than this without collapsing. How will I eat?

/doesn't want to go into work tomorrow
Moriarty // Sherlock

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I've been watching Kitchen Nightmares. And I just realized something: there's absolutely no way Gordon Ramsay is a human being.

It's so obvious. He's totally an Ascended Demon.

See, he got tired of watching humans struggle along stupidly for millennia. So he rose up from Hell and took on human form in order to teach us how to cook food properly. But every once in while, he still gets homesick, thus all the references to Hell in his shows.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW.
I cause tears! // Naruto

Speaking of which . . .

. . . So, uh, if I actually finish my perennially unfinished fanfic this time, would anyone be up for betaing it?

It's going to be:
- Uchihas and the Juubi (Madara, Obito, Itachi, and Sasuke, mostly)
- Longish (probably 8000+ words)
- R: rape, violence

Because this may need a beta.
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Fap // Death Note

Now I've done it

I went and got caught up with Naruto. For what I think is about the tenth time at least, now.

The silly thing is that I really only did it because I found an old incomplete fanfic and want to finish it in a way that's canon-compliant. (Which, knowing me, probably means it will remain incomplete for all of eternity. Because that's how I roll.)

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