I'm ostensibly writing, and words are happening, but I keep getting up to wander around aimlessly, flick on the TV, flick it off again, think about eating chocolate, try not to think about my shortcomings, consider leaving the apartment, return to my desk to type some more. I hate this--what is it, ontological blankness? I feel nervous and dull, though not depressed per se. My head is filled with sighs.
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I'm ostensibly writing, and words are happening, but I keep getting up to wander around aimlessly, flick on the TV, flick it off again, think about eating chocolate, try not to think about my shortcomings, consider leaving the apartment, return to my desk to type some more. I hate this--what is it, ontological blankness? I feel nervous and dull, though not depressed per se. My head is filled with sighs.
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for astolat & everyone else: Red Silks (sga, j/r)
Not written in 38 minutes, so letting that one slide. John wasn't entirely sure how they'd ended up here. He remembered each step clearly, and…
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so. crushingly. bored.
I wasn't going to post this until I finished it, but if I don't discharge some words today I will start beating my head against the wall. 1. "How…
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sga comment fic #10: The Hero in Question
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thepouncer: "Heroism and Ancient gadgets." Except I used Wraith gadgets. I also cunningly sprinkled several textual errors into the…
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