GIP, BPAL: Embalming Fluid; Pannychis.

Yes. In honour of snapesbabe's and ginasketch's new community, 6musicrockshow, I have yet another new userpic. Mmmm, Epic Tight Pants...

Anyway, yesterday's BPAL tests: ( Read more... )

GNAAARGH!

Why is lace knitting so difficult? It shouldn't be; it's just normal things in different patterns, and is (after all) just a big game of Me Vs the Yarn. I mean, really; even in my worst times, I know damned well that I'm more intelligent than mixed fibres. Thre is no reason for me to be making so many mistakes.

At least Branching Out only has 25 stitches; tinking a row isn't the end of the world. When your row is TWO HUNDRED STITCHES, though, and your yarn is FLUFFY - GNAAARGH!

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So, fanfic. Yes, I foolishly signed up for 8 prompts at springkink (I had ideas that wouldn't go away). I've started three of them. So far, so good.

Most of the hair-pulling, breast-beating writing angst I see is of the "Oh no! I have no ideas!" or "I can't write smut!" varieties. I, on the other hand (because I just *have* to be different) have found that I have no problem with the rude fun bits. No; what I have roblems with (apart from conversation, because my imagination is hugely visual) is emotions. Because, if a character shows emotion, that implies I've felt that emotion (or read about it in enough badfics to remember the general description), and the teenager still lurking in the back of my head says that's bad, because people will point, and laugh. At this rate, I'll end up with 8 lab reports with bonus Smut sections.

Dammit. I hate teenagers.